75: Chapter 75 The Girl's Innocent Beginnings...

The girl's voice still echoed in the room. Qin Feng held a cup of hot tea in his hand, not even raising an eyelid. He simply blew gently on the floating tea leaves and said nonchalantly, "Oh? Is that so? Then show me."

"Pardon me!" Zhao Linger let out a delicate shout, and the Qi and blood of her Mortal Stage 7 cultivation erupted within her. She did not use any weapons, instead setting up her stance directly in the room, her fists swinging like a violent storm.

"Whoosh—whoosh—!" The wind of her fists surged, bringing with it a series of piercing sounds as it broke through the air. Even the candle flame burning in the room was forced to sway violently by the fist wind, as if it would go out at any moment. It must be said that this set of fist techniques was fierce and powerful. Among ordinary Mortal Stage 7 Martial Artists, it would definitely be considered outstanding, and it was clear she had put in hard work.

But... in Qin Feng's eyes, this fist technique was as laughable as children playing house. It was full of openings and flashy.

"Bang!" Qin Feng slammed his teacup onto the table, interrupting the demonstration. Zhao Linger's movements stiffened abruptly. Her forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat, and she looked at Qin Feng, panting, with a hint of anticipation in her eyes: "Sir, I have practiced this 'Crushing Stone Fist' for ten years. What do you think..."

"Flowery fists and embroidered legs." These four words were like a basin of ice water, instantly extinguishing the fire in the young girl's heart.

"I don't believe it!" Zhao Linger gritted her teeth, her stubborn temper surging up instantly.

"You don't believe it?" Qin Feng sneered, leaning slowly against the back of his chair. He beckoned to Zhao Linger, who was standing seven steps away, and said with a smile: "Come, use the fist technique you are so proud of to attack me. If you can make me use cultivation beyond the sixth stage, you win."

"You said that yourself!" Zhao Linger's eyes turned red, as if she were a provoked little leopard.

"Boom!" She drove the Qi and blood of her Mortal Stage 7 cultivation to the limit. The bluestone slab beneath her feet was even stepped into a white mark, and her entire body lunged forward like an arrow released from a bow. The distance of seven steps, for a Mortal Stage 7 Martial Artist, was nothing but the blink of an eye. Six steps... five steps... Just as Zhao Linger's fist was about to touch Qin Feng's face in the nick of time!

"Nothing more than that." Qin Feng did not stand up at all, and his right hand had not even left his thigh. He simply gave his wrist a sudden, extremely concealed flick. 'Inch Radiance', erupt!

"Swish—!" A bolt of pitch-black lightning, carrying a shrill whistling sound that tore through the air, shot out from his fingertips without warning. The speed was extreme, so fast that Zhao Linger's retina couldn't even capture an afterimage!

"Rip—" The flying knife grazed past Zhao Linger's fair neck, precisely cutting off a strand of hair from her temple. In that instant, Zhao Linger felt a deadly chill at her neck, as if she were in an ice cave, and the blood in her body seemed to freeze completely at that moment!

"Bang!" The flying knife did not lose momentum, embedding itself deeply into the solid wood door frame behind Zhao Linger, the hilt still vibrating violently. Zhao Linger's fist stiffened less than an inch from Qin Feng's nose, unable to move forward another fraction. Cold sweat poured crazily from her forehead. If the flying knife had deviated by even half a finger's width, her throat would have been completely severed by now.

"Thump..." Zhao Linger's legs went soft, and she fell directly to the ground, gasping for breath, her eyes filled with unprecedented fear and confusion.

"Still not enough, far from enough." Qin Feng did not look at her again, his tone indifferent and devoid of any warmth, saying: "Go out, close the door, and don't disturb my Cultivation."

Zhao Linger sat blankly on the ground, her mind a complete blank. After a long while, she crawled up from the ground like a walking corpse, walked to the door in a daze, pulled out the flying knife embedded in the wood, and placed it respectfully on the table.

"Yes... sorry to have disturbed you, Sir..." She lowered her head, her voice hoarse, and stumbled out of the room, closing the door with a creak.

... Outside the door. The biting cold wind blew through the corridor, making Zhao Linger shiver uncontrollably. Just as she was preparing to return to the woodshed in a daze, she bumped head-on into a soft, delicate body exuding a rich scent of powder and perfume.

"Ouch, little girl, don't you have eyes when you walk?" A charming voice that seeped into one's bones rang out.

Zhao Linger looked up and saw Su Aili, who had just finished bathing, draped only in an extremely thin silk nightgown. Large patches of breathtakingly snow-white skin were exposed to the air, and her whole body exuded a charm that would make even a woman blush and her heart race.

"I'm sorry... Sister Su..." Zhao Linger quickly lowered her head to apologize. Seeing Zhao Linger's listless appearance, as if her faith had collapsed, Su Aili, as someone who had been through it, rolled her eyes slightly and immediately guessed seven or eight parts of the truth.

She stepped forward, extended her slender finger, and gently lifted Zhao Linger's chin.

"Little girl, looking at you like this, did you get a cold shoulder from the Master?" Su Aili raised her eyebrows at her and asked with a half-smile, "Are you troubled about what exactly it means to 'look at someone with new eyes'?"

"Yes!" Zhao Linger, as if grabbing the last straw, grabbed Su Aili's wrist and asked eagerly: "Sister Su, you are a person close to the Sir, please guide me! What exactly should I do to make him agree to let me be a guard?"

"He is a pervert; it's probably hard for you to rely on strength." As she spoke, Su Aili looked around mysteriously, and from the deep cleavage in her bosom, she pulled out a thread-bound booklet with yellowed edges that looked quite old. On the cover of the booklet, five small, fly-head-sized characters were written — "108 Techniques of the Jade Maiden".

"Take it." Su Aili stuffed the booklet into Zhao Linger's hands, then patted her thin shoulder and said earnestly: "Girl, take a piece of advice from your sister. Since you can't use strength to make him kneel, then change the method to make him kneel..."

"Change the method? How to kneel?" Zhao Linger was confused. She looked down at the thin booklet in her hand, feeling as if it contained some shocking, peerless Martial Skill.

"Go back and figure it out slowly yourself. As long as you thoroughly understand what's inside, the problem of becoming a guard will be solved." Su Aili threw a look, twisted her water-snake waist, and hummed a little tune as she returned to her room.

Zhao Linger was left standing in the cold wind, clutching the "108 Techniques of the Jade Maiden" tightly in both hands, a flicker of extremely firm thirst for knowledge reigniting in her eyes.

"Change the method to make him kneel... Could it be that this is a highly profound Martial Skill for attacking the lower body?" Zhao Linger muttered to herself, bowed deeply while holding the item, "Thank you, Sister Su, for your guidance!"

... The next day. The morning mist had not yet dispersed, and the central Martial Arts Arena of the 666 Intermediate Laborer District was already bustling with noise and filled with Killing Intent. Today was the day for the 666 District and the 665 District to settle the ownership of the Golden-Eyed White Tiger in the Luanzang Mountain Range, as well as their life-and-death feud!

In the center of the venue, two groups of people stood in distinct contrast. On the left were the people from the 666 District Management Hall. Yang Liu was wearing a luxurious black fox fur coat, sitting on a grand chair with infinite charm. Steward Wang Taian stood to the side with his potbelly. And in front of them, Qin Feng was dressed in a black tight-fitting outfit, one hand pressing on his sword, standing proudly like a javelin. Behind him, Chen Pingan led all the brothers of the Ninth Squad, as well as Lin Yuxi, all with red eyes, prepared for battle.

On the right were the people from the 665 Servant District. The leader was a lean middle-aged man with eyes as sinister as a poisonous snake. The 665 District Manager, Manager Zhang! Standing beside Manager Zhang was a burly man carrying a heavy nine-ring broadsword, his face full of flesh, his whole body exuding terrifying Evil Qi. This was the murderer who had hacked Captain Luo Kun to death — Zhang Zhongjiu!

"Hahaha, Madam Yang, it's been a few days. Your charm is becoming more and more enchanting." Manager Zhang cupped his hands with a fake smile, but his gaze swept wantonly over Yang Liu's graceful figure.

"Manager Zhang is joking." Yang Liu held her hot tea, not even intending to stand up, simply blowing on the tea leaves nonchalantly, "Let's skip the polite pleasantries. Regarding the matter of the Luanzang Mountain Range, since both sides have a feud, the rules are set there."

"Since everyone is a manager, it's not appropriate to tear off our faces by entering the arena ourselves. Let the people under us resolve it on the Life-and-Death Arena."

"Straightforward!" Manager Zhang laughed loudly, then his cold, sharp gaze instantly locked onto Qin Feng, who was standing in front of Yang Liu, and asked: "Is this kid the new captain of your Ninth Squad?"

"Correct." Qin Feng replied expressionlessly, slowly stepping out, step by step, steadily stepping onto the Life-and-Death Arena paved with bluestone slabs.

"Boom!" The moment his feet stood firm, a wave of Qi and blood pressure belonging to a Mortal Stage 8 surged out like a gale. Feeling this Qi and blood, Manager Zhang was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but let out an extremely arrogant sneer.

"Mortal Stage 8?!" Manager Zhang seemed to have seen a huge joke and mocked Yang Liu: "Madam Yang, is your 666 District really out of people? You actually sent a mere Stage 8 trash to the stage to die?! How could he possibly be Zhang Zhongjiu's opponent!"