Danwu Refining Spirit

Chapter Twenty: I Am a Genius

The punch was fierce and swift as lightning. Xiao Tianhu was in mid-air, and the evil wind brought up by the tip of his fist had already stirred up a cloud of dust!

Several disciples of the sect had already closed their eyes, unable to bear watching any longer. It wasn't that they were kind-hearted; in fact, they were happy that Xiao Chong was being beaten. But they were simply too young and had never witnessed any bloodshed in their daily lives.

Among the crowd, only the fat man had eyes blazing with fury, wanting to rush into the arena, but he was tightly held back by Xiao Tianhu's two brothers, one on each side, and could not move.

Xiao Tianhu, suspended in mid-air, had his sleeves fluttering, exuding the air of a peerless master. However, the sinister grin on his face seemed somewhat incongruous with the image of a master.

"Today I'll teach you to die by my hand!" Xiao Tianhu roared in his heart, his descent becoming even faster.

"We absolutely cannot let this punch land. Judging by its power, getting hit by it would definitely result in someone's brains splattering."

Seeing the fist rapidly enlarging before him, Xiao Chong was horrified. Overwhelmed with anger and anxiety, he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

A sudden change occurred!

"puff!"

A jet of blood shot towards him, blurring Xiao Tianhu's vision.

Xiao Tianhu was startled, and his punching motion immediately deviated slightly.

"Bah!"

With a loud bang, the fist grazed Xiao Chong's forehead and struck the training ground, sending a half-foot-thick layer of fine sand flying and revealing the blue flagstones underneath. The force of the impact continued, creating a fine crack in the flagstone.

Xiao Tianhu felt extremely uncomfortable after being kicked in the mouth and nose by Xiao Chong, and the blood that had just flowed out was not yet dry. Now, with the blood splattered on his face, he felt indescribable discomfort and quickly wiped it off with his sleeve.

As his sleeve left his face, Xiao Tianhu was about to deliver another punch when a white cloud of dust suddenly flashed before his eyes, followed by darkness. The dust entered his eyes, and Xiao Tianhu couldn't see anything, causing him to freeze for a moment.

After scattering the handful of fine sand, seeing that his opponent had indeed fallen for it, Xiao Chong's spirits lifted, and he kicked Xiao Tianhu in the chest, leaping into the air.

Xiao Tianhu took two steps back, slowed his pace, and noticed a dark figure in front of him through the slits in his eyelids. He immediately roared and pounced.

The two were vastly different in stature, and once they were entangled, Xiao Chong would have no chance whatsoever.

At the critical moment, a strange power rose from Xiao Chong's dantian, circulated throughout his body in an instant, and finally flowed into his right arm along the meridians.

Without time to think, Xiao Chong reacted as if it were a natural instinct: he straightened his right leg, bent his left knee forward, took a step forward, and threw a punch with his arm leading the way!

It hits right in the heart! No, it hits right in the lower abdomen!

The force was released and then immediately withdrawn, flowing lightly across the surface of his fist before swiftly receding back into his dantian. Xiao Chong was drenched in sweat, feeling utterly exhausted and indescribably uncomfortable.

Upon being punched in the abdomen, Xiao Tianhu froze instantly. His clenched fist remained raised in the air, his body still in a forward-leaning posture, yet he remained motionless, like a clay sculpture, an indescribably strange sight.

These few swift movements dazzled the onlookers. Several young disciples who had closed their eyes waited for a moment, but did not hear the screams they had expected. They quickly opened their eyes and saw Xiao Tianhu's somewhat comical posture.

"What the hell! Although the lower abdomen is a vital part of the body, you, Xiao Tianhu, are tall and strong, how can you be so weak?" Xiao Banqiu was very puzzled, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Still pretending! Is this a trap to lure the enemy? But it's too fake, isn't it? That jinx is clearly out of steam. Shouldn't this be your chance to make a name for yourself?"

"Still not moving? Has something really happened?"

Xiao Banqiu's expression changed from cold to stiff. He quickly walked to the two of them and was about to question them.

"boom!"

Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Tianhu fell backward, his heavy body like a small mountain, crashing into the fine sand, yet remaining in the same position as before.

This scene is not only comical, but also has an indescribable eeriness!

"Not good!" Xiao Banqiu's expression changed instantly. He rushed to Xiao Tianhu's side and placed his hand on his lower abdomen.

"This shouldn't be happening. Only Yuan Power could cause this level of damage, and it's only been a few days!"

Xiao Banqiu was momentarily dazed, and his face, as white as the bottom of a pot, twitched, as if many fine cracks had appeared.

half an hour.

"You...you shattered his dantian?"

The bottom of the pot finally stopped twitching. Xiao Banqiu came to his senses and stared at Xiao Chong in disbelief, his expression as if he had just seen a ghost: "How could you... how could you cultivate Yuan Power so quickly?"

"genius!"

There's no point in talking to such a greedy and unscrupulous person. Xiao Chong swept his messy hair back and walked confidently into the queue.

The disciples carefully parted to make way, fearing they might also be hit. Only the fat man rushed forward and grabbed Xiao Chong's arm tightly.

"Help me up." Xiao Chong raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, whispered, and leaned softly into the fat man's broad embrace.

With this incident, classes naturally could not continue. Xiao Tianbao and Xiao Tianxiong, along with several disciples of the sect, worked together to carry their elder brother out of the training ground for treatment, while Xiao Chong, supported by the fat man, also staggered away from the field.

In the Xiao family mansion, in the patriarch's study, Xiao Kaixin suddenly had a sudden inspiration.

"Why do I feel uneasy today? I have a feeling that something big is about to happen?"

Xiao Kaixin muttered to himself twice, then called over a servant and, looking in the direction of the training ground, instructed, "Go and find out if there's anything unusual at the clan school. Go and come back quickly."

"Yes!"

The servant agreed and quickly went out, returning in a short while.

"Chieftain, something terrible has happened!" The servant, panting heavily from running, uttered his words together, which should have been separate.

"Huh? What's wrong with me?" Xiao Kaixin's face darkened, feeling an indescribable awkwardness in hearing these words.

Seeing the clan chief's displeased expression, the servant's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly explained, "No...it's not that the clan chief is bad, it's...it's..."

In his haste, the servant, who was usually fluent in speech, suddenly began to stutter.

"What is it?" Xiao Kaixin's expression darkened further.

"Something happened at the training ground. Two disciples were sparring, and one disciple shattered the other's dantian. I heard that both disciples had just completed their body tempering, and I don't know how they have such strength. They're too monstrous."

The servant finally caught his breath and, fearing he hadn't explained things clearly enough, added his own conclusions to his answer.

"What? Could Xiao Chong be inside?"

Xiao Kai jumped up, his mind replaying his conversation with Xiao Chong. He was quite satisfied with this thoughtful disciple.

"Clan leader, you are wise. The one who did the beating was Xiao Chong, and the one whose dantian was shattered is Xiao Tianhu." The servant nodded repeatedly, like a chicken pecking at rice.

"That's good. Xiao Chong is quite a likable kid."

Xiao Kaixin sat back in his chair, then thought about it and realized that his favoritism was too obvious and did not conform to his role as clan leader, which required him to treat all his disciples equally. He quickly added, "Of course, it's also a pity about Xiao Tianhu."

The servants continued to nod, seemingly oblivious to the fact that the clan leader's last sentence was somewhat insincere.

After the servants left, Xiao Kaixin suddenly thought of something, tapped the table lightly with his fingers, and muttered to himself in confusion: "That's not right. Although I taught him the 'Seven Transformations of the Stars,' he shouldn't be able to cultivate Yuan Power so quickly."

"He really is a prodigy!" After racking his brains without finding a solution, Xiao Kaixin also labeled Xiao Chong as a prodigy.

The old steward stood beside him, looking at the clan leader's eager expression. He really wanted to tell him that the Yuan energy had been transferred by someone else, but after his lips twitched for a long time, he finally didn't say it.

The master seemed quite pleased with Xiao Chong's performance, so why should he spoil his mood? The old steward thought silently.

"Give the order that Xiao Chong's cultivation is progressing rapidly and he should be given special attention. From now on, he can receive one low-grade spirit stone from the treasury every month."

“When disciples spar, life and death are commonplace. Keep Xiao Tianhu’s family in check and prevent them from causing trouble for Xiao Chong.”

"Also, I heard that someone in the clan is bullying Ban Shi's son. From now on, Xiao Chong's studies will be taught by a special person in the clan school."

"Furthermore, martial arts instructor Xiao Banqiu made improper arrangements and failed to provide proper instruction. According to the law, he shall be fined one month's salary."

Xiao Kaixin quickly stopped dwelling on her own ignorance and began issuing orders one after another like flowing water.

"I understand, sir."

The old butler agreed and was about to turn and leave the room.

"No, a year's salary penalty."

Just as I reached the door, Xiao Kaixin's vicious voice came from behind me again.

The old butler was so shaken that he slipped and almost tumbled down the steps.