93: Chapter 93 After beating up the little girl, give her a piece of candy.

"Re...really?"

She asked with a hint of hope.

"Of course it's true."

Lin Yun watched her take the bait. He chuckled inwardly, but his face remained perfectly serious.

"For example, that claw technique you just used, it appears to be the yellow-rank peak Combat Technique 'Rending Wind Claw,' doesn't it?"

"The power is decent, but your method of exerting force has several obvious problems..."

Lin Yun immediately began to "instruct" her.

Although he had never specifically studied claw-type Combat Techniques, he possessed 110 years of insights from his Martial Arts Cultivation, making his judgment incredibly sharp!

Although Qiao Shiyu's strikes were fast just now, in his eyes, they were full of flaws.

At this moment, he pointed them out with ease, highlighting the stagnation in her circulation of Qi and blood, the lack of coordination in her waist and hip power, and the dispersion of force at her fingertips...

Every point struck directly at the heart of the matter, and he provided clear directions for improvement.

Qiao Shiyu was skeptical at first, but as she listened, her eyes widened, and the shock in her heart grew beyond measure!

This man... has he really never practiced claw techniques?

How could he see through the problems that troubled her the most during practice—problems even the tutors hired by her family couldn't explain clearly—at a single glance?

And the solutions he suggested sounded... like they actually made a lot of sense!

Inside the office, Shen Qingqiu's beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Naturally, she had also heard Lin Yun's "instruction" to Qiao Shiyu.

As the head of the Combat Department, she was an expert in claw techniques herself and was intimately familiar with the 'Rending Wind Claw.'

The problems Lin Yun pointed out and the improvement suggestions he offered were incredibly accurate; some of his insights even made her nod in secret!

"This Lin Yun... the records show that he has never purchased or studied any claw-type Combat Technique Secret Manual."

Shen Qingqiu looked at Lin Yun's detailed profile displayed on the light screen before her, including his purchase records from the Empire's official Martial Arts resource database, a flicker of doubt and curiosity flashing in her eyes.

"He only watched Shiyu use it once, and he could see so many deep-seated problems? And he could provide such targeted advice?"

She pondered for a moment and instructed her secretary behind her:

"Go and find all the information you can about Lin Yun, from his birth until now."

"This includes everyone he has contacted, every place he has been, and every item he has purchased. Screen it all again, in detail."

"I want to know where exactly his keen eye and Martial Arts insight came from."

"Yes, Director."

The secretary bowed in acknowledgment and immediately turned to carry out the order.

Shen Qingqiu turned her gaze back downstairs.

She watched the young man who was patiently "instructing" Qiao Shiyu.

Looking at the women by his side, all of whom were beautiful and elegant, and all pregnant, a look of intrigue flashed in her eyes.

This Lin Yun who had suddenly appeared... seemed much more interesting and mysterious than she had anticipated.

Downstairs, Lin Yun's "on-site instruction" continued.

Qiao Shiyu had completely forgotten the pain in her bottom, immersed in an excitement and focus of "So it can be done like this" and "I think I understand."

The way she looked at Lin Yun had gradually shifted from initial fear and resentment to a bit more... reverence?

And a hint of imperceptible... curiosity and conviction?

Under Lin Yun's patient guidance.

Qiao Shiyu performed the 'Rending Wind Claw' again, following the key points he had just mentioned.

Qiao Shiyu took a deep breath, trying hard to recall what Lin Yun had just said.

"Exert force starting from the waist and hips, moving up along the spine," "Concentrate Qi and blood at the fingertips rather than the palms," "Lock your intent onto a single point rather than an area"...

...and other points she had never heard of before, or had heard of but never truly understood.

Her petite body sank slightly, her right arm slowly raised, her five fingers slightly curled, and the Qi and blood in her body began to surge along a specific path.

This time, she no longer sought that superficial "swiftness and ferocity," but tried to feel and control that power.

"Hah!"

With a light shout, her silver ponytail whipped with the movement, and her small claw struck forward like lightning!

"Sss—!"

A sound of piercing through the air, clearly more concentrated, sharper, and even carrying a hint of metallic vibration, rang out!

As the claw wind swept by, a faint, almost invisible white trail of Qi was left in the air, lasting for a fraction of a second before dissipating!

She succeeded! The Combat Technique had reached the entry level!

Qiao Shiyu maintained her claw-striking posture, staring blankly at her small hand.

Then she looked at the lingering trail of Qi in the air, her face filled with disbelief.

"I... I succeeded?"

"The 'Rending Wind Claw'... reached the entry level?"

She muttered to herself, her voice filled with surprise and bewilderment.

This extremely difficult yellow-rank peak claw technique was something she had practiced on and off for over a month, yet she had never been able to master the basics.

She hadn't expected that after being beaten—oh no, "instructed"—by this man, he would point out the keys in just a few words, and she would succeed on her first attempt?!

"Hmm, not bad."

Lin Yun nodded slightly, a hint of approval on his face.

"Although it is barely the entry level, and there are still quite a few flaws in the connection of force and the circulation of Qi and blood, at least you are on the right path."

"Practice diligently in the future, pay attention to the points I just mentioned, and reaching Minor Achievement won't be difficult."

Receiving the praise, Qiao Shiyu's little face flushed, and she lowered her head in embarrassment.

Her fingers unconsciously twisted the hem of her clothes, and the arrogance of the little Devil King from earlier was completely gone.

She snuck a glance at Lin Yun, then quickly looked away, her voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, asking with a bit of bashfulness:

"Th...that... what... what is your name?"

"Lin Yun."

Lin Yun told her calmly, then added.

"If you can truly change in the future and stop acting recklessly like you did today, I might be able to instruct you occasionally."

"After all, it would be a pity to waste your talent."

Qiao Shiyu's eyes lit up instantly, like two little stars!

Lin Yun's instruction was even more incisive and direct to the core than that of her aunt, who was at Third-Stage Perfection and served as the head of the Combat Department at Tianshui Martial Arts University!

If she could get him to teach her...

Wouldn't she be able to quickly practice this Combat Technique to Minor Achievement?

Then, she'd like to see how her arch-rival, that annoying Bai Lulu, could still be smug in front of her!

"Re...really?" She asked eagerly, her voice filled with excitement, "You can really continue to teach me?"

"Of course."

Lin Yun nodded, but his tone became serious.

"The premise is that you must keep your word and not be 'mischievous' like you were before."

"You met me this time, so I only taught you a lesson."

"If you meet someone ruthless, or someone with a stronger background and less reason than you in the future, and you act out without a word, they might just..."

He made a throat-slitting gesture.

Qiao Shiyu shrank her neck in fear, her little face turning pale.

Relying on her family background and talent, she had always acted recklessly and had never seriously thought about this issue.

She always felt that no matter what kind of trouble she caused, her family could smooth it over.

But Lin Yun's words were like a bucket of cold water, making her shiver.

That's right, if Lin Yun hadn't just beaten her today, but had actually tried to kill her...

She couldn't help but feel a lingering fear.