Chaos begins when one joins a martial arts school

Chapter 44 Shock
In another corner of the front yard, Lin Yue was also practicing the Mountain-Crushing Fist.

His stances remained standard, and his punches carried a certain ferocity. However, Xu Hong and Qi Yun, experts in internal energy, could see that his internal energy circulation was somewhat unstable, and the transitions between his moves were sluggish and lacked his usual composure, appearing instead somewhat chaotic.

"boom!"

The punch landed on the wooden stake, but the force was slightly off, leaving only a shallow dent in the wood.

Lin Yue abruptly pulled back his fist, his brows furrowed, his heart filled with a tangled mess of frustration that he couldn't untangle.

His mind was filled with thoughts of last night's banquet.

That was a banquet hosted by Xiao Wenxuan, the third young master of the Xiao family, one of the six major families in Yuhe County. All the attendees were prominent young talents in the county.

During the meal, Xiao Wenxuan was exceptionally warm towards him, his words revealing an intention to win him over, and he even jokingly said that he would introduce his younger sister, Xiao Yue, to him.

Xiao Yue… Lin Yue recalled the woman who had briefly appeared at the banquet. Exquisitely beautiful and with a gentle demeanor, she was indeed a rare beauty. The Xiao family's power was undeniable; if he could forge a marriage alliance with them, it would undoubtedly be a shortcut to rapid advancement.

But in his heart, he had already fallen for his senior sister, Sun Ningxiang.

Senior Sister Ningxiang is Master's only daughter. She is gentle, intelligent, and beautiful, even more so than that Miss Xiao.

More importantly, if he could marry Senior Sister Ningxiang, the inheritance of the Sun Family Martial Arts School would most likely fall into his hands in the future.

His master's insights into neutralizing internal energy and the martial arts school's network of connections will all be helpful to him.

That's why, after much hesitation, he politely declined Xiao Wenxuan's matchmaking offer.

But after refusing, he couldn't help but regret it.

How deep is the Xiao family's foundation? The resources they have to help him break through to the Transformation Realm are far beyond what the Sun family martial arts school can match.

Transformation into a high level of skill... that's the realm that countless martial artists dream of.

With the support of the Xiao family, his chances of breaking through to the Transformation Realm can increase by at least 30%.

Moreover, thinking of the beautiful appearance of that Miss Xiao, Lin Yue felt as if a cat's paw was scratching at his heart.

"I should have agreed back then, even if it had dragged on..." Lin Yue muttered to himself, slamming his fist into the wooden stake with a dull thud.

He wanted the Xiao family's help, but he was also reluctant to give up Sun Ningxiang and the inheritance of the martial arts school. These two thoughts kept tugging at his mind, making him restless.

He couldn't even concentrate on practicing his boxing; his internal energy was running wildly through his meridians, and he almost lost his breath.

He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and resumed the starting stance.

But when his gaze inadvertently swept over the distance and he saw Yang Jing's calm and focused figure, every punch and kick exuding solid hidden strength, Lin Yue's irritation increased even more.

An ordinary disciple who was originally inconspicuous has now become a master of internal strength and has received special guidance from his master.

But he himself is caught in a dilemma, torn between his personal feelings for his children and the interests of his family...

Less than half an hour later.

The moon gate creaked open, and Sun Yong, dressed in plain-colored training clothes, walked out of the inner courtyard with steady steps.

He glanced at the disciples in the courtyard and saw that most of them were focused on their cultivation, with beads of sweat rolling down their foreheads. He couldn't help but stroke his beard and nod.

Only when he caught a glimpse of Lin Yue did Sun Yong's brows furrow slightly. Even Xu Hong and Qi Yun could tell that Lin Yue's condition was not right, so Sun Yong naturally noticed at a glance that Lin Yue's current situation was not right. His set of Mountain-Crushing Fist was broken and his internal energy was intermittent, which showed that he was not paying attention.

Sun Ningxiang followed behind, carrying a food box. She walked to the stone table in the courtyard and distributed the mung bean soup inside to everyone.

"It's hot, everyone have some to cool off." Her voice was gentle, and her hands, which were fair and slender, handed over the soup bowls. The disciples took the bowls and thanked her, their eyes full of respect.

Several young disciples were too embarrassed to look directly at her, blushing and lowering their heads, sipping their soup, but the corners of their mouths couldn't help but turn up. In their hearts, their master's daughter was like the moon in the sky, beautiful, pure and gentle.

Sun Yong first walked to a disciple who practiced the Bengshan Fist, and put his hand on his shoulder: "Sink your shoulders, drop your elbows. Your fist is too weak. You are using your arms to exert force. You need to let the power come from your waist."

As he spoke, he flicked his wrist, bringing with him a steady force. The disciple immediately felt a thousand pounds heavier under his fist, and his moves became much more stable.

After giving instructions to a few people, Sun Yong came to Yang Jing's side.

At this moment, Yang Jing was practicing the finishing stance of the Mountain-Crushing Fist, and his fist, carrying hidden force, slammed into the wooden stake.

With a "thud," the wooden stake actually shook slightly.

Sun Yong nodded slightly, sensing that the power in Yang Jing's fist was more refined than in the past few days, and the internal energy was flowing more smoothly. He couldn't help but praise, "Not bad, the internal energy can be controlled and released at will, and it is 30% more stable than when you first broke through. Remember, internal energy is not the end point. Only when you can let the power completely penetrate the body without any reduction in power can you be considered to have touched the edge of transforming energy."

Yang Jing bowed and said, "Thank you for your guidance, Master."

Sun Yong hummed in agreement, then strode toward Xu Hong and Qi Yun.

Yang Jing turned around and continued practicing. As his fists flew, sweat dripped down his chin and onto the ground, spreading out a small water stain. But his eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.

the other side.

After instructing a few more disciples, Sun Yong's expression darkened when he finally approached Lin Yue.

Lin Yue had just finished half of a set of punches when he saw his master coming over. He hurriedly stopped, but because he was distracted, he almost lost his breath when he finished the move, and his body swayed slightly.

"Stop." Sun Yong's voice was stern. "What are you practicing? Your fists are neither fists nor power!" He pointed to the dents on the wooden stake. "Your power is chaotic and cannot be concentrated. How have you been training these past few days? You've actually regressed instead of progressed!"

Lin Yue bit her lip, feeling extremely wronged.

He wanted to say that he rejected the Xiao family for Sun Ningxiang's sake, and that his troubled mind was because he was worried about the future of the martial arts school. But when the words came out, they turned into a muffled "This disciple knows his mistake."

"You know you're wrong? I don't think you know you're wrong at all!" Sun Yong's voice rose a few decibels. "Your physical constitution is the best in the school, and you have a good chance of breaking through to the Transformation Realm, or even going higher. But look at yourself now, your mind is wandering and filled with distracting thoughts! The path of martial arts is like rowing against the current; if you don't advance, you fall behind. If you continue to be so lazy, you'll only end up hurting yourself!"

He looked at Lin Yue with a hint of disappointment, then pointed at Yang Jing not far away and said, "Look at Yang Jing. His natural talent isn't as good as yours, but he's ten times more hardworking. After breaking through to the Dark Force realm, he didn't slack off at all; on the contrary, he worked even harder than before. If he continues to train like this, he might just become something special. And you? You think you can slack off just because you have good natural talent?"

Lin Yue followed his master's gaze to Yang Jing, and saw him punching the wooden stake with all his might. His clothes, soaked with sweat, clung tightly to his back, outlining his strong physique.

A sudden surge of inexplicable anger welled up inside him. He wondered if his master was deliberately using Yang Jing to intimidate him. But little did his master know the immense sacrifices he had made for Senior Sister Ningxiang and for the martial arts school. He had even turned down the opportunity to become the Xiao family's son-in-law!
"Disciple...disciple will change." Lin Yue lowered his head, his voice muffled, but his fists clenched secretly in his sleeves.

"Yes, keep practicing," Sun Yong said in a deep voice.

Lin Yue nodded. He took a deep breath, suppressed his irritability and anger, and straightened his back and assumed the starting stance of the Mountain-Crushing Fist.

This time, he forced himself not to think about the Xiao family's attempts to win him over, nor to ponder Sun Ningxiang's attitude, focusing only on his fist techniques and the flow of his internal energy. His punch, though not as fluid as usual, was much more steady than before.

With another move, "Mountain Collapse," he exerted force from his waist and abdomen, and the force of his fist swept across the ground, swirling up a few fallen leaves. Finally, he had regained some of his former momentum.

Sun Yong stood quietly to the side and watched. Seeing that he gradually calmed down and his moves regained some order, his tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed, and he nodded slightly.

In the entire Sun Family Martial Arts School, Lin Yue is undoubtedly the best in terms of natural talent and aptitude.

Sun Yong had high hopes for him and was already planning to formally propose to Lin Yue and betroth Ningxiang to him once Lin Yue made another step forward.

This is both an affirmation of Lin Yue and a plan for the future of the martial arts school. With a disciple like Lin Yue to inherit the mantle, the Sun Family Martial Arts School can gain a foothold in Yuhe County.

That's why he couldn't stand Lin Yue being lazy.

Seeing that Lin Yue knew his mistake and was able to correct it, and was able to focus again, Sun Yong's anger subsided considerably, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

In the front yard, in another place.

Yang Jing was completely unaware of the commotion on this side.

He was immersed in the boxing routine, gradually incorporating Sun Yong's guidance into his moves.

With each punch, one senses the subtle changes in internal force, sometimes condensing on the fist surface, sometimes penetrating through the fingertips, striving to control the release and release of force at will.

The upcoming school exam, which was more than twenty days later, weighed heavily on my mind, yet it also became my strongest motivation.

He knew that although his foundation was solid, his time was still short, and he had to seize every minute to hone his skills. Even a little more improvement would give him a better chance of winning on the training field.

Sun Yong continued to pace around the front yard, occasionally offering a few words of advice. However, when he passed by Lin Yue, he paused briefly, his eyes showing even more expectation.

As dusk settled, Yang Jing walked out of the martial arts school gate, carrying an old cloth bag on his back, and headed towards Tongyi Lane.

The evening breeze carried a slight chill, causing the lanterns along the street to sway precariously. He was pondering how to bring his family to the city.

The countryside is getting more and more chaotic. A few days ago, I heard that a gang of ruthless bandits appeared in Shilipo, outside the city. They even dared to rob passing caravans, and ordinary farmers are living in constant fear.

He is now a martial artist with internal strength, capable of protecting his family. There's no reason for him to leave them in the countryside to live in fear any longer.

“Although this courtyard in Tongyi Lane is small, I can squeeze in, but there’s no need to squeeze in, and it’s not convenient for me to practice martial arts. I can just rent one nearby later.” Yang Jing thought to himself, “In this world, it’s better to rent than buy a house. Who knows how chaotic things will become in the future.”

Just as I was thinking this, I arrived at the gate of my own courtyard.

By the dim moonlight, he saw three or four people standing at the gate of the courtyard. They were dressed in decent silk clothes and had jade pendants at their waists. They did not look like gang members, but they still had a sense of being strangers.

Yang Jing paused, his brows furrowing slightly. Was it some fool who had come looking for trouble again? He secretly channeled his inner energy and slowly walked over.

"Is this young master Yang Jing?" The leader was an old man in his fifties with a kind face but a shrewd look in his eyes. When Yang Jing approached, he quickly cupped his hands and smiled, "I am Wang Weijie of the Wang family, the second son in the clan. The head of the Wang family is my elder brother. I have come here with the intention of inviting young master Yang to join my Wang family as a guest elder."

A person next to him added, "Although my Wang family is not one of the six great families, we still have considerable property and wealth in the city. We would like to ask Young Master Yang to accept our offer."

Yang Jing understood; they had come to invite him to take up a temporary post.

He shook his head: "Thank you for your kindness, Master Wang, but I have already promised to another family, so I am afraid I will have to disappoint you."

Master Wang's smile remained unchanged as he continued, "Young Master Yang, won't you reconsider? The conditions offered by my Wang family may not be worse than those of other families. Why not listen to them first?"

"No need," Yang Jing waved his hand, his tone firm. "Since I've already agreed, I won't change my mind. Hearing your conditions would only put me in a difficult position and cause me unnecessary trouble."

That's always been his nature; once he's made up his mind, he won't easily waver.

Moreover, the Liu family clinic had treated him well, and Liu Maolin had been very sincere in his dealings with him, so he had no reason to be fickle.

Seeing his resolute attitude, Master Wang knew that further persuasion would be useless, so he could only sigh and say, "Since that's the case, then we won't bother Young Master Yang any longer. If there are any changes in the future, the doors of the Wang family will always be open to you."

After saying that, he shook his head and left with his men, looking regretful.

Yang Jing watched their departing figures, then opened the courtyard gate and went inside.

He leaned against the door and let out a soft breath.

The news of his breakthrough to the Dark Force realm had indeed spread, and even families in the inner city had come knocking on his door.

In a room in the backyard of Zhao's Escort Agency.

The flickering candlelight made the handwriting on the ledger clearly visible.

Zhao Yuman was looking down at the recent escort silver accounts, her fingertips tracing the lines of numbers with focused concentration.

Qinghe brewed a cup of hot tea and was about to hand it over when the door creaked open.

Zhao Yuman looked up at the sound and saw her brother Zhao Feng striding in. His face was filled with a rare joy, and even his usually steady steps seemed a little hurried.

Qinghe quickly bowed and said, "Greetings, Chief Escort."

Zhao Feng is the eldest son of the Zhao family, but he rarely lets people call him "young master," instead addressing him as "head镖师" (镖头, head镖师, escort chief).

"Brother? Is something wrong so late?" Zhao Yuman put down her pen and looked at him with some confusion.

Zhao Feng didn't even bother to sit down before getting straight to the point: "Manman, did Liu Maolin from the Liu Family Medical Clinic introduce you to a martial artist named Yang Jing a while ago?"

Zhao Yuman paused for a moment, then nodded and said, "That's true. What happened?"

"He's broken through to the Dark Force realm!" Zhao Feng's voice, filled with barely suppressed excitement, exploded in the room like a thunderclap.

"Clang-"

Zhao Yuman's brush suddenly fell onto the ledger, and the ink instantly spread into a black blotch.

She seemed frozen in place, her face draining of color at a visible speed, turning as pale as paper.

“Dark…Dark strength? Brother, you must be mistaken. He’s just a low-grade talent.” Her voice was dry, like sandpaper rubbing together.

How can this be?

(End of this chapter)