40: Chapter 40: Movement Techniques, "The Gentle Breeze Reflects the Shadow".

"I don't know."

Wu Mengmeng spat out the sunflower seed shell in her mouth, raised her delicate eyebrows, and a flicker of undisguised mockery curled the corners of her lips. She laughed softly.

"Don't look at me like that. You're a grown woman now, haven't you noticed how radiant your stepmother has looked lately? What do you think yourself..."

Boom!

Wu Mengmeng's casual remark was like a loud slap, striking hard against Su Aili's remaining self-esteem.

"Bitch! That shameless bitch Su Yourong!!!"

Su Aili completely broke down. Tears poured out like a bursting flood. She squatted on the ground, covering her head with both hands in agony, cursing to herself. Her voice was filled with deep despair and disbelief.

"She is my father's properly wedded wife! How many days has it been since my father died?! How could she... how could she act like a woman from a brothel..."

Seeing Su Aili's devastated appearance, Wu Mengmeng felt not a shred of sympathy; instead, she smiled even more brightly.

She brushed the sunflower seed crumbs off her hands, swayed her hips, and walked up to Su Aili, looking down at this flower raised in a greenhouse.

"Stop calling her a bitch."

Wu Mengmeng's gaze gradually turned cold. Her voice carried the cruelty and reality accumulated from years of struggling in the Servant District.

"Su Aili, you should be thanking her."

"Thank her?! Why should I thank a slut who doesn't observe the virtues of a wife?!" Su Aili raised her head abruptly, roaring like an angry little lioness.

"Slap!"

Wu Mengmeng didn't hold back, backhanding her with a loud slap that sent her tumbling to the ground!

"You dare hit me?!" Su Aili covered her swollen cheek, completely stunned.

"Hitting you is to make you wake up!"

Wu Mengmeng stared at her coldly, as if looking at an idiot.

"Do you think you are still that carefree Miss Su? Your father is already dead, and you don't even have a kennel to stay in!"

"If that 'bitch' you speak of hadn't risked everything, do you think you would still be standing here yelling at me?!"

Wu Mengmeng stepped closer, her words like knives, cutting deep and tearing apart all of Su Aili's unrealistic fantasies.

"Why are we both servants, yet we get half a day of leisure, while Su Yourong does not? Have you ever thought about why...?"

"Because every mouthful of Spirit rice you eat and every day you live here requires a price. She didn't want to tell you, but I can't stand it anymore..."

"Without her carrying the burden, you wouldn't even have the qualifications to breathe in the Servant District!"

After finishing, Wu Mengmeng couldn't be bothered to look at the stunned Su Aili again.

Regardless of whether Su Aili understood the bloody reality, she snorted coldly, turned around, swayed her waist, and went to the kitchen to busy herself.

In the courtyard, only Su Aili was left, slumped on the cold ground.

Her face was pale as paper, her mind a blank slate. Wu Mengmeng's words were like sharp knives, completely shredding the worldview she had built since childhood.

Despair, fear, and humiliation gnawed at her heart like poisonous snakes.

She stared fixedly at Qin Feng's door, tears sliding down silently, but she could no longer curse a single "bitch."

...

Two hours later.

"Creak—"

Qin Feng's door was gently pushed open.

Su Yourong walked out from inside. She carefully closed the door behind her, fearing that any noise would disturb the person inside.

At this moment, her originally meticulous bun was completely disheveled, and a few damp strands of hair were plastered against her sweat-drenched forehead.

She leaned against the doorframe, panting heavily, wiped the fragrant sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, and straightened her wrinkled cheongsam before bracing her weak body and walking unsteadily toward the backyard.

Meanwhile, inside the room...

Qin Feng was already dressed neatly, sitting cross-legged in the center of the Primary Spirit Gathering Formation.

The room was filled with steam, but Qin Feng's eyes were clear to the extreme, without a hint of indulgence.

To him, a bed of comfort was merely a distraction from Cultivate; the true foundation would always be his own strength!

"Extract 'Clear Wind Shadow'!"

Qin Feng thought silently.

[Ding! Reward extraction successful!]

Boom!

A massive and profound stream of information rushed into his mind like a bursting flood!

Countless golden figures kept jumping and flickering in the depths of Qin Feng's consciousness, demonstrating extremely strange and exquisite footwork.

The circulation route of Qi and blood, the instant power-generating techniques of muscles, and even the perception and utilization of the surrounding airflow... everything about the mysteries of "Clear Wind Shadow" was deeply branded into the depths of his memory!

"Hoo..."

It took a full hour before he slowly opened his eyes and let out a long breath of turbid air.

In the depths of his profound eyes, an irrepressible ecstasy flickered.

"What a supreme movement technique." Qin Feng couldn't help but exclaim.

The exquisiteness of "Clear Wind Shadow" even exceeded his expectations!

It was not a simple linear acceleration Martial Skill, but a strange movement technique capable of bursting out multiple directional changes in a narrow space, or even creating afterimages of Qi and blood!

Without any hesitation, Qin Feng jumped off the bed.

"Hum—!"

The violent Qi and blood of Mortal Rank 6 within his body, driven by the "Chaos Art," circulated wildly like a boiling river, rushing into his legs along the unique route of "Clear Wind Shadow"!

"Whoosh—!"

Qin Feng tapped his toes lightly on the bluestone floor.

There was not a shred of sound!

His body was like a fallen leaf swept up by a gale, instantly disappearing from where he stood.

When he reappeared, he had already crossed a distance of three zhang, standing silently in the other corner of the room.

And where he had just been standing, there was actually a faint phantom image formed by condensed Qi and blood!

It wasn't until two seconds later that the phantom slowly dissipated in the air.

"Really not bad. What the System produces must be a high-quality product."

Qin Feng looked at the dissipating afterimage, satisfied in his heart, and couldn't help but clench his fists.

With ghostly speed and the ability to create afterimages, combined with his Major Achievement Realm flying dagger skill "Inch Radiance," who in the Intermediate Laborer District could block a single blow from him?!