Chapter 203: Devilish Training (Part 3)

Long Er's third teacher arrived before Long Er's bed. At this moment, the groggy, sleepy Long Er felt an extra person by the bedside, so he immediately opened his eyes, looked at this third master, and said:

"Uncle Shuang, I knew the third person would definitely be you.

Based on my understanding of my dad, he would definitely be the last one to go, saving the grand finale for me."

Qin Shuang smiled and said:

"It's good that you know. I shouldn't need to say anything more, right?

Get up quickly and come with me!"

After speaking, Qin Shuang walked out of the room door.

After a short nap to recover his strength, Long Er did a carp flip and stood up from the bed.

Long Er felt his legs for a moment and muttered:

"Uncle Feng's technique is quite effective; there isn't the slightest feeling of swelling in my feet now."

"Your Uncle Feng figured all these things out himself, so of course they're effective.

Come out quickly, or I'll punish you later."

Qin Shuang's voice rang in Long Er's ears.

Long Er muttered in his heart:

"Your ears are so good, how is this supposed to let me talk bad about you all?

Sigh, having four such formidable dads and uncles, I am truly both happy and miserable!"

If this remark of Long Er's were heard by others, he would definitely be drowned by their spit.

The four young myths of the martial arts world personally taking action to teach you cultivation, and even imparting the Fist Palm Leg Three Peerless to you—this is something countless people envy but cannot have, yet you keep saying you are miserable.

Qin Shuang brought Long Er to the Back Mountain again. Looking at the mess in the Back Mountain, Qin Shuang teased:

"Long Er, did you suffer quite a bit this morning with Uncle Yun and Uncle Feng?"

Long Er nodded, but did not speak.

He was afraid that Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun were nearby; if he spoke ill of them and they heard him, he would die a miserable death tomorrow.

Qin Shuang looked at the bird-startled-by-the-twang-of-a-bow Long Er and laughed loudly:

"Rest assured, the four of us have an agreement: while one is teaching you, the others cannot come.

As for my training, don't worry, I won't make you suffer like they do.

My training will make you very happy."

Looking at Qin Shuang's smile, Long Er always felt he was smiling with ill intent.

After the small talk was over, Qin Shuang began to tell Long Er about the Heavenly Frost Fist he was going to impart to him.

"The Heavenly Frost Fist is divided into fourteen forms in total. It comes from the same school as the Cloud-Raking Palm and Wind God Leg you learned this morning; they were all created by San Jue Lao Ren and imparted to us by your godmother's father—our master, Xiongba.

The first form of the Heavenly Frost Fist, Wind Frost Brushing the Face, is the introductory move of the Heavenly Frost Fist, used to accumulate Cold Qi.

The second form of the Heavenly Frost Fist, Frost Cold Embracing the Moon.

The third form of the Heavenly Frost Fist, Frost Congealing in the Mid-Sky, hides one's figure in the mist of congealing frost to attack the enemy when they are unprepared.

The fourth form of the Heavenly Frost Fist, Frost and Snow Flying in Disorder, twists the fist, the force penetrating the bones; those struck will have their tendons and bones snapped instantly.

The fifth form of the Heavenly Frost Fist, Shuang Leng Chang He.

The sixth form of the Heavenly Frost Fist, Frost Scars Accumulating, uses the extremely cold frost fist to attack the enemy crazily; those struck will definitely be covered in scars.

The seventh form of the Heavenly Frost Fist, Frost Condensing Reveals Clumsiness; the subtlety of this move lies in following up from Frost Scars Accumulating, causing the enemy's wounds to freeze and their joints to stiffen, leaving them at one's mercy.

The eighth move of the Heavenly Frost Fist, Draping Frost Brushing Dew.

The ninth move of the Heavenly Frost Fist, Frost and Snow Ice Mountain.

The tenth form of the Heavenly Frost Fist, Proud Snow Lingering Frost.

The eleventh form of the Heavenly Frost Fist, Proudly Standing on an Isolated Peak.

The twelfth form of the Heavenly Frost Fist, Snow Ridge Seeking Plum Blossoms.

The thirteenth form of the Heavenly Frost Fist, Lingering Clouds Pressing Down.

The fourteenth form of the Heavenly Frost Fist, Frost River Reflection.

These are the names of the fourteen forms of the Heavenly Frost Fist. Next, I will demonstrate them for you once; watch clearly."

After Qin Shuang had performed all fourteen forms of the Heavenly Frost Fist for Long Er to see, he asked:

"You've memorized them all, right, Long Er?"

Long Er nodded and replied:

"I have already memorized them all, Uncle Shuang."

"Good, then perform them for me once according to what I just demonstrated.

Remember, the moves are dead, but people are alive."

Long Er nodded, then performed the fourteen forms of the Heavenly Frost Fist.

Watching Long Er perform with such style, Qin Shuang nodded with satisfaction. The little guy's martial arts talent is truly strong; he understood the mysteries of the Heavenly Frost Fist so quickly.

Seeing this, Qin Shuang took off the waist bag behind him and handed it to Long Er.

The hand Long Er used to take the waist bag was frozen instantly.

"Uncle Shuang, what is this?"

Long Er looked at his frozen hand and asked in confusion.

Qin Shuang laughed:

"Inside this is a Ten Thousand Year Ice Silkworm; its cold nature is unparalleled.

This bag was specially made by someone I found. If it weren't for this bag, if you touched the Ice Silkworm directly, the Cold Qi would likely have attacked your heart immediately."

After hearing Qin Shuang finish explaining the terror of this waist bag, Long Er felt a lingering fear and wanted to throw the waist bag away.

Seeing this, Qin Shuang hurriedly reached out to stop him:

"Don't throw it away. This Ice Silkworm was something I obtained only after going through immense hardship; it is of great benefit to those who practice the Frost Fist."

Long Er choked with sobs:

"Uncle Shuang, you want me to use this Ice Silkworm to practice the Frost Fist!

This Ice Silkworm is so formidable; if it accidentally got out, wouldn't I be dead for sure!"

Qin Shuang looked at the shivering Long Er and smiled:

"Don't worry, this bag was specially crafted for the Ice Silkworm. The Ice Silkworm cannot get out, so feel free to use it boldly.

Alright, I will now teach you the mental cultivation method of the Frost Fist. You must circulate your True Qi throughout your body according to the method, then hold this Ice Silkworm Bag in your hands to make your hands generate frost energy."

After finishing his explanation of the Frost Fist mental method to Long Er, Qin Shuang requested that Long Er sit cross-legged and place the Ice Silkworm Bag between his hands.

Long Er followed Qin Shuang's instructions, sat down cross-legged, placed the Ice Silkworm Bag between his hands, and began to circulate the Frost Fist mental method.

Soon, Long Er felt the terrifying nature of the Frost Fist and the Ice Silkworm Bag.

After circulating the Frost Fist, his hands seemed to establish some kind of connection with the Ice Silkworm in the bag, and the Ice Silkworm poured a surge of cold energy into Long Er's hands.

Long Er felt cold energy continuously gathering in his hands.

At this moment, Qin Shuang's voice rang in his ears:

"Transform the cold energy into frost energy, then strike a punch forward with all your might."

Upon hearing this, Long Er slowly converted the cold energy into the frost energy of the Frost Fist, then used all his strength to blast a punch forward.

Long Er looked at the large tree in front that he had just struck, staring at his own hands in disbelief.

The large tree in front had not been knocked down by Long Er's punch, but it was completely covered in frost from top to bottom; in this hot summer, it was truly a magnificent sight.

Qin Shuang smiled:

"Long Er, congratulations, you have already mastered the basics of the Frost Fist.

Next, you will continuously absorb the cold energy of the Ice Silkworm and transform the cold energy into frost energy.

My requirement for you is not high; after you throw ten punches, our training for today can end."

The overjoyed Long Er, having seen how easily he had thrown one Frost Fist strike, naively thought that throwing ten punches would be a simple matter.

Watching the smug Long Er, Qin Shuang said nothing; he wanted to see how long Long Er could stay happy.

As the words fell, Long Er threw another Frost Fist strike; having learned the trick, he began to slowly understand how to exert force.

The first punch passed, and soon came the second, the third... the seventh.

After finishing the seventh punch, Long Er began to realize that something was wrong.

Although he was using the frost energy transformed from the cold energy, the True Qi being used was his own.

After seven punches, his True Qi, which had not yet been fully integrated, began to run out of steam.

This was a problem Qin Shuang had discovered from the start, so he now wanted to see how Long Er would throw these last three punches.

His and Nie Feng's goal today was to let Long Er integrate the cultivation within his body and completely make it his own.

And after experiencing Nie Feng's training in the morning, Long Er was not at all panicked by his current predicament; since Qin Shuang required him to throw ten punches, he surely had the ability to throw ten punches.

Thus, Long Er calmed his breath, and while continuing to absorb the cold energy, he recovered the True Qi within his body.

"The child is teachable!"

Qin Shuang could not help but let out a sigh of satisfaction.

Feeling that his True Qi was sufficient, Long Er continued to throw a punch.

After a cycle of exhausting his energy and then recovering it, Long Er successfully finished the tenth punch.

After the ten punches were finished, Qin Shuang immediately took the Ice Silkworm Bag back from Long Er's hands.

Long Er's limit was ten punches; Qin Shuang dared not let Long Er throw one more, otherwise, too much cold energy would accumulate in his body, which would be bad for Long Er.

"Alright, Long Er, today's training ends here.

We will continue tomorrow."

Long Er climbed up from the ground, feeling his whole body cold, and smiled:

"Uncle Shuang, this Ice Silkworm is a summer cooling artifact; no wonder I never saw you complain about the heat. So you have such a divine object as the Ice Silkworm.

Uncle Shuang, see if you can get me an Ice Silkworm too, so I won't have to fear the heat ever again."

Qin Shuang was speechless; the dignified Ten Thousand Year Ice Silkworm, a sacred object for cultivation, was actually a cooling artifact in Long Er's eyes.

"Let's go first. Once you master the Frost Fist and pass our assessment, I will give you an Ice Silkworm."

But in order to motivate Long Er, Qin Shuang still promised him.

"Mm-hmm, I knew Uncle Shuang was the best."

Long Er hugged Qin Shuang's arm and fawned over him.

"Alright, alright, it's not early anymore, go down the mountain quickly to eat dinner.

Not long after you finish dinner, your father should be coming to train you personally."

Long Er, who had been in high spirits, instantly slumped when he thought about being trained by Duan Fengyun at night, and he lost his appetite for dinner.

It was not because he feared Duan Fengyun's training, but because the shadow of Duan Fengyun making him kill people had not yet passed.

Qin Shuang thought Long Er was worried about how Duan Fengyun would torture him, so Qin Shuang encouraged him:

"Don't worry, your father won't torture you.

Go on, go down and eat first.

We specifically instructed the kitchen about your meals; tonight your father had the kitchen prepare your favorite roasted chicken legs."

Upon hearing the three words "roasted chicken legs," Duan Fengyun, training, and everything else were all cast to the back of Long Er's mind; he kicked up his heels and ran down the mountain.

Returning to his room, sure enough, two roasted chicken legs were in a bowl; Long Er picked up a chicken leg and gnawed on it.

After filling his stomach, Long Er sat silently on the chair, waiting for the arrival of Duan Fengyun.

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