Chapter 54: Returning Home

If someone knowledgeable were present, they would notice that Lu Jing's punch was not delivered with full force.

Instead, he brought the Fist Intent to its utmost!

Punch power can train Blood Qi to increase, but Fist Intent can only rely on talent!

For example, even if Lu Jing's punch never struck Wu Zhiguo, the surging Fist Intent could still wound him gravely.

"Is that all?"

Lu Jing chuckled lightly, "You think you're worthy to let me become your disciple? What are you, anyway?"

Under Wu Zhiguo's terrified gaze, Lu Jing stepped toward him step by step.

Seeing Wu Zhiguo trembling on the ground, Lu Jing placed a foot on his palm and laughed, "Do you still want to teach me now?"

Wu Zhiguo's lips trembled, his mind clouded from Lu Jing's punch.

Muttering to himself:

"Fist Intent is momentum......"

"You've already refined the Fist Intent to the pinnacle... How is that possible!"

Silence!

The sound of a needle dropping can be heard!

Everyone present gaped, even forgetting to breathe.

It wasn't until half an hour later that people gradually came to their senses.

Zhang Qingyang swallowed blood‑tinged saliva, veins bulging on his hand, and stared at Lu Jing in disbelief.

Lu Jing actually defeated Wu Zhiguo!

And with only a single punch?

He was a fourth‑Realm pinnacle warrior, an unbeatable figure of Tianyi Martial Hall.

He was defeated by someone using his own most favored fist technique.

Everyone silently watched the scar left on the ground by Lu Jing's punch, stretching from his foot to the wall for dozens of meters.

It's terrifying!

"Is this damn Second‑Realm Martial Artist?"

"Are you stupid? He must have broken through again!"

"It hasn't been long, and he jumps from Second‑Realm Martial Artist to defeating a fourth‑Realm martial master? Are you kidding me? He must be hiding power!"

The crowd murmured, their emotions stirred by Lu Jing's punch.

Others were like that, let alone Wu Zhiguo who faced the punch directly.

Wu Zhiguo, now stepped on by Lu Jing, felt no pain at all, because his mind was shattered by a few striking words.

"Fist Intent, pinnacle......"

"Lu Jing, eighteen, a teenage prodigy......"

"Too impressive."

Seeing Wu Zhiguo's body convulse and his spirit dazed, Lu Jing lost interest.

He shook his head and said, "Well, I just tried, and your power‑generation technique seems ineffective, so I won't learn it; it's a waste of time."

After speaking, he turned and walked toward the people of Tianyi Martial Hall.

The members of Di Sha Martial Hall only dared to step forward and support their own leader once Lu Jing had gone far.

"Director, are you alright?"

"Boss, wake up, we're going home!"

Supported by a group of black‑clad subordinates, Wu Zhiguo staggered away from Tianyi Martial Hall.

Lu Jing approached Zhang Qingyang and said with a smile, "Director Zhang, long time no see."

"I'm here today hoping you can help forge a weapon; I wonder if that's possible?"

Zhang Qingyang suddenly grasped Lu Jing's hand, panting, and said, "Lu Jing, thank you for giving us this breather, but by the rules, our Martial Hall can no longer operate, so..."

"Oh? Then where will I go to fleece next?"

Lu Jing laughed, patted the back of Zhang Qingyang's hand, and said confidently, "As long as Tianyi Martial Hall continues, if anyone causes you trouble, remember to mention my name!"

"What?!"

Zhang Qingyang was overjoyed, his face flushing instantly, and said, "Thank you, little brother, thank you!"

Having said that, his knees gave way as he prepared to kneel.

Lu Jing quickly reached out to stop him, "Director Zhang, that's unnecessary. If you wish to thank me, why not hear my request?"

"Alright," Zhang Qingyang nodded, "I don't know what weapon you wish to forge, but Tianyi Martial Hall has many skilled artisans who can definitely meet your request!"

Then, under everyone's shocked gaze, Lu Jing pulled from his backpack a piece of mithril the size of a skull.

"Brother Zhang, I need to forge a..."

After leaving Tianyi Martial Hall, Lu Jing felt extremely pleased.

He actually had little connection with Tianyi Martial Hall or Zhang Qingyang, though they had indeed given him many benefits.

The Thousand‑Blade Demon Sword was a gift from them.

But that wasn't enough to make Lu Jing step in to help.

However, after the trial in Huāngshén Cónglín, he knew one must be flamboyant; possessing such strength, it must be displayed.

He thought that, and he acted accordingly.

After defeating Wu Zhiguo, the blockage in his heart vanished completely.

This intervention also wasn't without other benefits.

Zhang Qingyang not only agreed to forge a flying sword for free, but also raised his discount at Tianyi Martial Hall to fifty percent.

But Lu Jing's intervention was worth the price; if Tianyi Martial Hall is sought out again in the future, Lu Jing won't bother to intervene.

He just happened to be passing by and lent a hand incidentally.

From now on, Tianyi Martial Hall will have to rely on itself.

After all, the cause of this matter is still that Tianyi Martial Hall was too greedy, actually using its name to start a Martial Way class.

Not long after, Lu Jing arrived at the entrance of the residential area.

Fortunately he wore a mask this time; although his tall, slender figure attracted many glances, no one recognized him.

When Lu Jing opened his home's front door, he saw the doorway piled with a dazzling array of gifts.

The gifts made this small apartment feel even more cramped, and Lu Jing began to think about moving to a new place.

In the past few days he has earned a fair amount of money; most of it was exchanged for Colorless Crystal Blocks, and the remainder could be used to improve his household's living conditions.

"Ya, Xiao Jing's back!"

Feng Qinru was arranging dishes in the living room and immediately saw Lu Jing push the door open and come in.

"Come eat quickly; you've gotten thin from playing outside lately, this kid doesn't know to eat more!"

Lu Jing smiled and nodded; on his way here he had already called home ahead of time.

Lu Haitao also came out of the room, saying, "Xiao Jing, you haven't been in Anwu City long, why are you only coming home now? Your mother has reheated the dishes twice."

"Uh..." Lu Jing scratched his head embarrassedly, "Something came up on the way, causing a delay."

Feng Qinru asked concernedly, "Did something happen on the road?"

"It was just when I was passing by Tianyi Martial Hall; seeing someone bullying the weak, I stepped in to help a bit."

Lu Jing explained, facing his parents, he did not lie.

Upon hearing this, Feng Qinru's face changed instantly; she asked anxiously, "Did you get into a fight with someone? Are you hurt?"

"Mom, I'm fine, don't worry; my strength now is not what it was before—there aren't many people in Anwu City who could hurt me!"

Lu Jing spoke lightly, and to demonstrate his strength he extended his little finger and placed it under Lu Haitao's stool.

Then, exerting gentle force, Lu Haitao was lifted off the ground by him.