Chapter 237: Poke the Stick! Xu Qinghuan Has Had Enough! Plotting Against Chen Lili!

At Tianyun Peak, within a courtyard bathed in moonlight.

A slender figure was sweating profusely as she practiced fist techniques in the courtyard.

The girl wore a black martial suit that accentuated her naturally pale skin, making it appear even more delicate; each punch she threw produced a dull thud in the air.

It was clearly Xu Qinghuan.

She didn’t practice fist techniques late at night because she’d suddenly become diligent.

She’d discovered that the old bastard’s body was growing stronger by the day.

With her current dark force cultivation, she was truly starting to “crack under pressure.”

After every “sparring session,” she needed days to recover fully.

And yet she was both weak and addicted to it.

One “sparring session” meant days of recovery—this simply wouldn’t do.

So she had to become stronger.

“If I break through to the Transformation of Force realm, I should finally be able to ‘hold up’...”

Xu Qinghuan murmured silently to herself.

She had been stuck at the late stage of Dark Force for some time, on the verge of breaking through to Transformation of Force.

As she thought this, her fist techniques grew even more forceful.

As time passed, glistening beads of sweat formed on her forehead, slipping down her fair, graceful neck with her slightly labored breathing.

Her chest and back were already soaked through with perspiration, the black martial suit clinging tightly to her skin.

It revealed every curve of her full front and firm back with perfect clarity.

“Phew... time to rest...”

Xu Qinghuan halted her fist techniques, exhaled deeply, and her fair, delicate cheeks flushed with the redness of exertion.

She was about to sit down and rest when, glancing back slightly, she froze.

A withered figure had silently appeared behind her without her noticing.

“Master Jiang?!”

After a moment of shock, Xu Qinghuan’s fair, delicate face lit up with delight, and she couldn’t help but exclaim:

“What are you doing here...?”

For this entire period, she had always been the one going to Jiang Ye to “cool down.”

She’d even thought the vile old bastard had lost interest in her.

Yet tonight, she’d finally caught him again.

Her heart fluttered with sudden excitement.

“I never expected you to have such a diligent side.”

Jiang Ye regarded Xu Qinghuan, drenched in sweat, with a wry expression.

In his memory, even the little fat boy Lu Ming cared more about martial cultivation than Xu Qinghuan.

He never imagined he’d see this girl practicing fist techniques late at night.

This was truly beyond his expectations.

Hearing Jiang Ye’s praise, Xu Qinghuan felt a sweet warmth in her heart.

Then, as if remembering something, her face flushed red with embarrassment. “Master Jiang, I’ll just go wash up first...”

She’d been practicing all night—her whole body was soaked in sweat.

She didn’t want him smelling anything strange; she needed to wash up immediately.

In the next instant.

A withered hand firmly gripped her shoulder.

“No need to wash. I’ve just learned a peerless martial art—let’s discuss it together.”

Jiang Ye glanced at the girl’s sweat-soaked, exquisitely curved body and curled his lips into a faint smile.

“Huh? Peerless martial art... Master Jiang, I don’t understand...”

Xu Qinghuan blinked in confusion, her face showing a flicker of bewilderment:

“Mmm—!!!”

The moon slanted westward.

Until the first faint light of dawn.

“Huh... huh...”

Xu Qinghuan lay limp on the ground like a fish out of water, half-open eyes glazed, breathing faintly, a trickle of saliva dripping from her lips—she didn’t even notice.

Her alluring eyes had lost focus, utterly vacant.

If not for the slight rise and fall of her chest, she might have seemed dead.

After who knew how long,

she slowly regained some awareness, her eyelids trembling as they opened, her alluring eyes regaining focus.

“I... I’m still alive...?”

Xu Qinghuan whispered hoarsely, her throat dry.

Recalling the previous scenes, her limp, noodle-like body trembled again like a fish.

No more.

Truly no more.

That peerless martial art the old bastard just learned...

Was utterly insane.

How could there be such fierce, refined techniques?

She’d thought once she broke through to Transformation of Force, she’d be fine.

Now she saw how naive that idea was.

Even after breaking through to Transformation of Force, she’d still be no match for him.

“I need to find someone to share the burden...”

Xu Qinghuan licked her moist lips.

Only then did she realize her lips had been bitten through—she didn’t even remember when.

A faint metallic taste lingered on her tongue.

In the past, she’d never dreamed of sharing.

But now, the old bastard was too powerful.

If she kept this up alone, she’d break completely.

Chen Lili’s figure flashed instantly through Xu Qinghuan’s mind.

Yes—Chen Shijie.

This senior sister was a kind soul.

Such wonderful experiences could be shared with her.

In truth, deep in her heart,

she harbored a far more sinister thought.

That was Liu Yiyi!

She’d always wanted to see how that icy, saintly rival would react under the old bastard’s peerless martial art.

She might even fare worse than I did.

“Hahahaha!!!!!!!”

Thinking of some scene, the limp Xu Qinghuan suddenly let out a soft, giggling laugh.

In the courtyard now bathed in morning light, it carried an eerie significance.

Jiang Ye returned to his courtyard refreshed, a faint, hidden excitement on his face.

Just now, he’d discovered a fact even he found surprising.

The proficiency of the peerless martial art had increased during his “sparring” with Xu Qinghuan.

Hmm.

That was extraordinary talent.

Perhaps in the past thousand years, he was the first person in Linzhou’s upper sect to further refine a peerless martial art from such subtleties.

He looked up at the rising dawn, walked slowly to the side of the Qingyan grass, sat cross-legged, and closed his eyes.

Now, begin refining the Metal True Gang.

Only one of the Five Element True Gangs remained incomplete—it was time to complete it.

At the peak of Tianyangfeng.

Thick, vast spiritual energy swirled as if stirred by an invisible hand, forming a massive vortex above the peak.

At the vortex’s center, the energy began to condense, emitting a mysterious aura utterly distinct from ordinary spiritual energy.

At that moment,

a dark red flame shot through the sky like a blazing meteor from the direction of Xifeng and crashed violently onto the peak’s edge.

The fire faded, revealing an old man in a red robe, with high cheekbones and a ferocious, menacing face.

It was Cheng Yuan.

His face was now clouded with gloom, and with his ferocious features, he looked especially terrifying.

He lifted his gaze to the peak, where the heavenly and earthly spiritual energy was gradually coalescing; a cold gleam flashed in his eyes, and a grim, teeth-gritting smile slowly curled his lips.

“Almost there, almost there!”