Chapter 1121: Ancient Academy Records: Plenty of Fun, Chapter 08

Ling Xiao stood with his hands behind his back, head held high and chest out, watching the nine disciples.

"First, hold a horse stance for half an hour, with water on your head and bricks hanging from your hands."

"Leg technique training: one hundred sets, jumping lightness skill two hundred sets, striking three hundred sets, and holding a handstand while splitting beans for half an hour."

"None of the above training may use internal energy; if I catch you..."

He flicked his whip, Ling Xiao smiled meaningfully, "Extra practice alone."

The four jianghu practitioners were accustomed to this, already started the horse stance, feeling as if they had a bowl on their head and bricks hanging from their hands.

The five royal children:???

They all thought they had misheard, looking at each other in bewilderment.

Only when they saw Ting Yang's four people already training did they realize it wasn't a joke.

Lan Wuyang complained, "This is too much! It's just basic training; practicing would take up the whole morning."

"Besides, these are just basic martial arts; we already know them."

He muttered, "I thought you could teach us some real kung fu."

Murong Qian also felt it was a bit too much last night; he now wanted to persuade them, but Ling Xiao raised a hand to stop him.

Ling Xiao looked at Lan Wuyang, expressionless: "Real kung fu—you're not worthy of it."

"You… how dare you speak to me like that! I'll make my father…"

Xie Yuancheng reprimanded him, shooting a glare his way.

"You can't use your status to pressure others."

Lan Wuyang clenched his fists, "But she's just making things difficult for us!"

Xie Beiyao pressed his lips, "Master Ling, this is far more intense than our previous training."

Ling Xiao spoke coldly, scanning the five royal children: "In your current state, you couldn't even pass the first gate of the North Wind Kingdom."

"I've already reduced this according to your abilities; normally I make them train even more."

Lan Wuyang's eyes widened; he instinctively didn't believe it.

"How could that be!"

He turned his head to look at the four jianghu people holding horse stances, only to see them all nodding in unison.

Ting Yang sighed, "Be content, brothers. I just heard the training content and thought Master Ling had gone easy on us today."

Wanzhou: "Congratulations, you've basked in our glory."

Jiang Yao chuckled, "If you make Master Ling angry, you'll end up miserably."

The most "delicate" Si Ning yawned, doing horse stance while nodding off.

The five royal children: "……"

Jiang Yao pressed her lips, still not wanting to practice so much, she whispered a suggestion.

"Can't we have less for the girls?"

Ling Xiao raised an eyebrow, "What you're up against is the North Wind Kingdom, where the whole court practices martial body refinement; they're the enemy—would they spare you just because you're a girl?"

She raised her hand, pointing to Jin Chen, who had found a stool nearby and was sitting.

"Disciples of the Divine Pavilion are famous worldwide; the six kingdoms all give them three points of respect. Secretly, their training is hell mode—only those who crawl out of hell can survive."

"The lives of tens of thousands of citizens in Ling City are in your hands—how dare you complain the training is too much?"

Jin Chen was thinking about helping the little Crown Prince research a technique when he was suddenly called upon, awkward but polite, he lifted the corners of his mouth.

"Ha."

Hearing Ling Xiao's words, Xie Yuancheng furtively glanced at Jin Chen, a strange feeling flickering in his heart.

Jin Chen returned a gentle smile, as if encouraging.

Xie Yuancheng pressed his lips, lifted his chin, and his gaze at Ling Xiao was firm.

"I will train."

He cannot disappoint his father the emperor's expectations; to save the people, even if he dislikes it, he must become a qualified future ruler.

Perhaps he was spurred by the jianghu disciples, or perhaps motivated by the mission he bears.

Xie Beiyao and the four others followed suit, lifting their water bowls onto their heads.

Ling Xiao curled his lips, "Very good."

Murong Qian and Murong Kun exchanged a glance, unable to believe these were the pampered young masters who usually complained after running just one extra lap.

No wonder the emperor had the jianghu disciples train together—the effect is really good.

Jin Chen leisurely sipped his tea, dressed in immaculate white, fanning himself calmly as he watched, "The sun today is really blazing."

0731: 【The sun is really blazing~】

At the start of holding the horse stance, they could still endure, but the five royal children had never undergone training of such intensity.

When it came to lightness skill training, they could barely keep up; if not for the seemingly relaxed jianghu disciples nearby, they would have already asked for a rest.

And the jianghu disciples didn't want to lose face in front of the royal children, so they pushed harder to stand out, their speed increasing, completely forgetting to breathe evenly to conserve stamina.

Ling Xiao gradually frowned, raising his whip, "Hey hey, Master Ling." Murong Qian hurriedly intercepted her, "The kids are already this exhausted; just don't whip them."

Murong Kun silently nodded, stepping in front of Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao: "……"

How did these two idiots become masters?

"I'll let them rest, move aside."

She stepped forward, flicked her whip, her voice clear and strong.

"Everyone, stop!"

The nine disciples immediately ceased training, hands on their hips, gasping heavily.

Ling Xiao didn't blame them, just walked around with his hands behind his back and patted Lan Wuyang's shoulder.

Tired?

Lan Wuyang took a deep breath, quite honestly, "Tired!"

"It's normal to be tired, this weak-chicken physique." Ling Xiao pinched his arm muscle and clicked his tongue.

Lan Wuyang: "……"

Come on, jianghu disciples here, pick any one.

Ling Xiao put an arm around his shoulder and pointed over there, "Go to the stage and fight; as long as you beat one, you can go back to sleep this afternoon."

"Really!" Lan Wuyang immediately clenched his fists, looking at the already ready Jianghu Four Sons.

Everyone thought he would pick the seemingly weakest Si Ning.

Lan Wuyang glanced at her a few times, but still turned his gaze away, clasped his fists toward Wan Zhou, and said, "Please advise."

The crowd moved to the fighting platform.

On the platform, the two youths stood facing each other, simultaneously clasping their fists.

Ling Xiao snuffed the fire starter with his fan. "One incense stick's time, start."

Lan Wuyang launched a sound attack first, taking out a jade flute from his sleeve, his body lightly leaping up, blowing the flute as he increased distance.

"This is… an azure jade flute!" Ting Yang gasped, putting an arm over Xie Beiyao's shoulder, his tone envious.

"You guys have so many treasures!"

Xie Beiyao wondered, "After you train, don't you have any handy treasures?"

"Tsk, we're not that fortunate—using our bodies as treasures, we don't even have to worry about them being snatched."

Ting Yang waved his hand casually, eager to watch the fight.

Xie Beiyao frowned slightly, exchanged a glance with Xie Yuancheng, both remained silent, saying nothing more.

Lan Wuyang's sound attack was very effective, at one point forcing Wan Zhou unable to approach; invisible internal energy surrounded from all directions, and anyone who heard it felt a wave of dizziness.

Wan Zhou lightly leapt, suddenly launching a spinning kick toward Lan Wuyang, extremely fast; Lan Wuyang was startled, the flute sound cut off, and an opening was immediately found.

Lan Wuyang quickly dodged, falling from the wooden post; as his feet landed, Wan Zhou's figure had vanished, though he was clearly on the open platform, turning around several times he saw no one.

In that instant of letting down his guard, Wan Zhou, fast as a ghost and swift as lightning, suddenly appeared behind Lan Wuyang, completely closing the distance between them, preventing him from using his lightness skill.

Wan Zhou threw punches quickly, his form like a lingering shadow; soon Lan Wuyang was dazed by his excessively strange movements, his breath disrupted.

"Uh!"

Lan Wuyang was thrown off the platform, the match ended.

He lay on his back on the ground, hot sweat scorching, yet he felt extraordinarily refreshed.

Wan Zhou jumped down and reached out his hand to him.

The two smiled at each other; Lan Wuyang grabbed his arm to stand up, bumped his shoulder, and said, "Awesome!"

The two walked back side by side; Lan Wuyang respectfully bowed to Ling Xiao, apologizing for what just happened.

Ling Xiao: "Hmm."

Murong Qian; "……" Good heavens, is this still that group of pampered young masters? Usually they bully me, and I've never seen them apologize!