At this moment, the domineering Qi in Fan Xian's body had already reacted on its own, forming a dense layer on his back. However, the wooden stick came too quickly, managing to "pierce" through with all its force before the Qi could fully respond!

The word "pierce" was used because the wielder of the stick struck like a straight line, concentrating all the force on the tip of the stick.

Fan Xian let out a suppressed groan of pain. Although the boy's body was shielded by his Qi, the pain was bone-deep, causing his entire body to curl up.

One moment he was writhing on the ground in pain, and the next moment he pushed off the stone beneath him with his small hand, rolling forward with the momentum of his earlier contraction, and viciously kicking backward!

Anyone who saw such a sneaky kick from a handsome young boy would feel a sense of dread. But the response was just a simple "thwack!"

...

...

Fan Xian half-knelt on the ground, rubbing his ankle and sucking in cold air, his eyebrows furrowed in pain.

He knew that begging for mercy was useless, as years of experience had proven. So, he just stared at the blind man standing three meters away, constantly calculating in his mind—according to their agreement, as long as he hit his opponent once, even just touching his clothing, he would win and get a month's vacation.

But after being beaten for years, Fan Xian had never managed to touch him. On one hand, Wu Zhu's movements always seemed ghostly, silent, and incredibly fast. What was particularly frightening was that his actions had no warning signs at all, making it impossible to anticipate them through slight shoulder movements or the angle of his peripheral vision.

On the other hand, there was the unremarkable wooden stick in Wu Zhu's hand—whenever Fan Xian tried everything he could, using every trick and exhausting his Qi, just as he was about to get close to Wu Zhu's body, that stick would act like claws stretched out by a demon from the underworld, striking his wrist, ankle, or even his fingers.

Not breaking, just pain, unbearable pain.

And what baffled Fan Xian the most was that no matter how he masked his voice, even amidst the roar of the waves crashing against the rocks, Wu Zhu, wearing a black cloth over his eyes, could still clearly pinpoint his location, and the stick in his hand never missed.

"Aiya ya ya..." Another strike hit his wrist, and Fan Xian wailed in extreme pain, singing in the style of Beijing opera, drawing out the sound as he dodged away from the merciless blind man.

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...

A nameless little yellow flower bloomed timidly on the cliff.

Fan Xian lay limply on the edge of the cliff, utterly exhausted. The sea below had returned to calm, slowly flowing with a ribbon of golden light under the sunlight. The reefs that had been constantly battered by the waves finally had some time alone, starting to dry slowly, and some crustaceans crawled onto them, like tiny black dots.

Feeling the aches and pains all over his body, he channeled his Qi to check his internal condition. He found that the violent Qi was in a very calm state, as some had been absorbed into the "snow mountain" behind his waist, while the rest had been consumed to resist the constant strikes of the stick... just like the tranquil sea before him.

He knew that resting in this state would not benefit his cultivation. So, resisting the soreness throughout his body, he struggled to sit up cross-legged and began to circulate the methods of the Overlord Scroll, glancing at Wu Zhu, who was standing coldly on the edge of the cliff.

The black cloth over Wu Zhu's eyes fluttered in the sea breeze.

"He's really cool, not just pretending to be." Fan Xian secretly commented about the blind man in his heart and asked softly, "Uncle, be careful not to fall."

Wu Zhu was such a powerful figure that he would naturally not die innocently from falling off a cliff. Fan Xian was just saying something random.

"Don't be distracted."

Wu Zhu dropped these cold words and ignored him.

Fan Xian sighed inwardly and began to calm his mind, entering a meditative state. He didn't know how long had passed, but he woke up in the sea breeze and found that the sun in the sky had shifted its position. Wu Zhu, not far away, still maintained that steady posture, like a great flag that would never be cut down in the sea breeze.

He stood up and found that his physical condition had indeed fully recovered. His Qi was getting fuller and fuller, and the impact on his meridians was also much weaker. Although his muscles, ankles, and wrists were still a little sore, he could rub them with the medicated wine he had prepared after returning to the manor, and everything would be fine.

In the slightly fishy sea breeze, he walked to the edge of the cliff and stood next to Wu Zhu, but he was much shorter than Wu Zhu. He picked up a stone and threw it hard into the sea. At this time, the Qi in his body was strong, causing him to have much more strength than ordinary people. The stone flew far away, fell into the sea, and only splashed up tiny water droplets that were almost invisible to the naked eye.

He was satisfied with his strength, thinking that even those martial arts masters might not have such strong arm strength as he did. Looking at the magnificent blue waves in front of him, and the free birds flying in the sky, his internal Qi was drawn by the outside world, and his spirit could not help but be lifted. He opened his arms and roared loudly towards the sea.

This roar was to vent his depression, his nostalgia for the original world, his love for this world, and also his trapped animal feeling that had been brought about by his lack of courage to leave Danzhou.

"Kyoto, I will come one day!"

Wu Zhu remained standing quietly, as if he had not heard his roar.

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...

"What are you going to do?"

Fan Xian was stunned, only realizing that his uncle Wu Zhu, who was usually very stingy with words, had finally asked him something. He smiled and replied, "Naturally, I'm going to see what this world is like."

"The outside world is very dangerous," Wu Zhu said coldly without turning his head.

Fan Xian shrugged his thin shoulders, looking a little comical. "With Uncle Wu Zhu protecting me, what's there to be afraid of?"

"After coming out with Miss, I forgot some things." Wu Zhu's usually steady words suddenly paused. "So, there are many people in this world who can hurt me, and naturally, they can also hurt you."

"Uncle is being humble." Fan Xian smiled sweetly, thinking that in this still unfamiliar world, you are the only strong person I have as a bodyguard. If you want to be a hands-off shopkeeper, what should I do?

"If I'm in Kyoto, being by your side will bring you trouble."

Fan Xian raised his head, looked at the blind Wu Zhu's face that seemed to have no expression, thought for a while, and said a little embarrassedly, "I will protect you."

After hearing these words, Wu Zhu finally turned his head and "stared" earnestly into Fan Xian's eyes, saying, "Miss… said these words too."

Fan Xian smiled. It seemed that his shamelessness indeed had some of his mother's legacy.