7: Chapter 7 Advanced Marksmanship

Outside the door in the small courtyard, Su Hongxi and Su Ziyi stood facing each other.

Su Ziyi clutched her chest, her face slightly pale, "We both know what Mu Liangyue is capable of, but she only went out for a day, how did she suddenly become this strong? What kind of martial arts allows someone to make such rapid progress in such a short time?"

"I'm not sure either. Just now, it felt like my entire being fell into an illusion, and my attacks became completely disorganized, as if I were being controlled by someone!"

Su Hongxi's tone carried a hint of lingering fear.

"She only changed after going to that Nameless Martial Arts School. It seems we must go there to investigate the truth."

"You're right." As soon as Su Ziyi finished speaking, Su Hongxi nodded in agreement, then revealed a trace of worry.

"Are you alright?"

"What do you think?" Su Ziyi frowned, her face slightly flushed.

...

After the Ascending Heaven Pavilion, in the center of Snow Moon City, within the Sikong Residence.

Sikong Changfeng was pacing anxiously in the hall.

"Has Qianluo not returned yet?"

"Yes, Young Miss Qianluo has been at that martial arts school since yesterday and has not left."

Hearing this, Sikong Changfeng's expression changed slightly.

"Then why hasn't she returned by now? Immediately send people to that martial arts school and bring her back to me!"

That martial arts school was highly likely to be the source of the sharp Sword Qi that emanated last night; Sikong Changfeng felt a faint sense of unease in his heart.

"Father, I'm back!"

Before the words fell, the figure of Sikong Qianluo had already appeared at the door.

Sikong Changfeng's expression relaxed, then tightened again, looking at his daughter who had rushed in.

"Didn't I tell you not to run around? Why did you go to that martial arts school to cause trouble again!"

Sikong Qianluo stopped in her tracks. Seeing her father's displeased expression, her eyes darted, and she immediately rushed forward, grabbing Sikong Changfeng's arm to act spoiled.

"Father, I was too bored at home, practicing the spear alone is no fun!"

Being coaxed by his daughter like this, Sikong Changfeng immediately lost his temper.

Who made him such a daughter-doting father!

"Alright, alright, Qianluo, Father is just worried that something might happen to you."

"But in Snow Moon City, who doesn't know Father's great reputation? No one dares to bully me!"

A thoughtful remark that made Sikong Changfeng feel very comfortable.

If others praised him as powerful, he might have thought it was just polite talk.

But coming from his daughter's mouth, it was truly more gratifying than anything else.

Learning that Qianluo had already eaten at the martial arts school, Sikong Changfeng pondered for a moment and asked:

"Qianluo, tell Father the truth, what exactly is the situation with that martial arts school?"

"What situation?" Qianluo was stunned.

"Who is the owner of that martial arts school? How is their martial arts?"

"Oh, that! Master's martial arts are unfathomable; in short, very powerful.

And Senior Sister Li Hanyi, she just joined yesterday. When I sparred with her today, I didn't even have a chance to fight back."

Qianluo's tone carried a hint of frustration.

Li Hanyi...

Sikong Changfeng silently noted this name.

He had already found out this woman's identity; she was from the direct line of the Lei Family, and since the Lei Family had been an important force since the early establishment of Snow Moon City, he naturally knew about it.

"Wait, you said Master?"

Sikong Changfeng was taken aback.

"That's right, I've taken the school owner as my Master! Master said this martial arts school is not like a Sect; there are no restrictions on Disciples."

"How could you just take someone as your Master?"

Sikong Changfeng felt uncomfortable in his heart.

Although it was just taking a Master, he always felt that his own little cabbage was going to be snatched away by someone else.

"My Master is amazing. With a flick of his finger, I mastered a unique skill called 'Prairie Fire Hundred Strikes', it's super powerful!"

...

Looking at his daughter's admiring expression, Sikong Changfeng felt a slight sourness in his heart.

He himself was about to step into the Carefree Heaven Realm, and his foothold in the Jianghu relied on his world-shaking spear techniques.

But now, his daughter said the spear techniques taught by someone else were even more powerful.

"Father doesn't believe it. Only half a day of effort, and you can tell how brilliant this spear technique is?"

"It's true!" Sikong Qianluo jumped, reached out her finger to point at the center of Sikong Changfeng's forehead.

"Master did it with a light tap like this, and I learned it, I'm just not very proficient yet."

Sikong Changfeng was stunned, and also reached out his finger to lightly tap his daughter's forehead.

"You learned it just like this? Do you think your Master is an immortal? How could such a thing happen?"

"Oh, it really is like this!" Seeing her father didn't believe her, Qianluo stomped her feet in anxiety.

Watching his daughter's anxious appearance, Sikong Changfeng felt even worse.

"How about this, Qianluo, you spar a few Moves with Father, let Father see what kind of spear technique it is that makes you praise it so much!"

"No, Father's skills are so high, daughter will definitely lose. I just reached the Ninth Grade!"

Hearing this, Sikong Changfeng couldn't help but laugh out loud.

His daughter actually wanted to challenge him?

"Alright then, Father will use Ninth Grade strength to spar with you."

Hearing Sikong Changfeng agree, Sikong Qianluo's eyes lit up immediately.

"Then let's hurry to the training ground!"

Before the words fell, she pulled her father and ran towards the training ground.

Sikong Changfeng shook his head and smiled, having no choice but to let his daughter drag him along.

The two stood still on the field.

Sikong Changfeng took an iron spear from the side and turned to look at his excited daughter.

"Come on, let me see how powerful the spear technique you've been practicing recently is!"

"Father, be careful!"

Sikong Qianluo took a deep breath, steadied her mind, and then unleashed the thirtieth strike of the Prairie Fire Hundred Strikes.

"No Fixed Stance, watch the spear!"

She gave a clear shout, and the long spear thrust straight out.

"Calling out your Move before you strike is not a good habit."

Sikong Changfeng just took it as casual advice and didn't pay much attention, raising his spear to block.

But the moment the spear tip approached, his expression changed sharply.

It was clearly just a simple thrust, but it made it difficult for him to judge how to respond.

This was truly surprising.

A flash of liveliness appeared in Sikong Qianluo's eyes, and the spear stance changed.

"Violent Rain and Storm!"

Immediately after, the second Move of the thirtieth strike attacked like a raging storm.

A Move originally used to deal with multiple people was now used entirely on Sikong Changfeng alone.

In an instant, spear shadows flew, as if thousands of figures were thrusting from all directions.

"Good spear technique!"

Sikong Changfeng blurted out, the iron spear in his hand dancing, and a series of crisp sounds of metal clashing came from between the blocks.

"Thousand Layers of Surging Waves!"

The third Move followed closely, the spear momentum continuous, like angry waves crashing against the shore, one wave not settling before another rises.

Sikong Changfeng's expression gradually became solemn.

If he lost to his daughter here, it would be too embarrassing!

But right now, due to underestimating the enemy, he had fallen into the opponent's spear momentum and could only respond passively, barely parrying.

In fact, with his deep cultivation, breaking this Move would not be difficult, but he was unwilling to do so.

Spear Move after spear Move, Sikong Changfeng retreated step by step.

"Dominating the World!"

Sikong Qianluo gave a clear shout, True Qi surged within her, the spear shadows were like wheels, and a protective barrier formed by Qi enveloped her.

The fierce and unparalleled spear Qi and the continuous offensive made it difficult for Sikong Changfeng to parry for a moment.

But what shocked him even more was that this set of spear techniques could actually suppress him to this extent.

Based on his understanding of his daughter's strength, although she was highly talented, she was still young, and limited by her Realm, logically it was impossible for her to put such great pressure on him.

But now, she had used this set of spear techniques to force him into a position where he only had the power to parry, with no strength to fight back.

Although he suppressed his cultivation to the Ninth Grade, his vision and spear skills remained.

"Father is indeed powerful, you are completely fine!"

Sikong Qianluo suddenly withdrew her spear and said.

The Move "Dominating the World" consumed a lot of Qi, and she was already feeling a bit overwhelmed.

"Hahaha, my lovely daughter, this set of spear techniques is truly extraordinary!"

Sikong Changfeng responded with a laugh, pretending to be calm.

"Father, I still have the final Move!"

Sikong Qianluo's expression was serious.

Sikong Changfeng restrained his smile.

He knew this was his daughter's trump card Move.

He was quite looking forward to what kind of strike it would be.

"Spearless Stance!"

Sikong Qianluo gave a low shout, and her figure rushed forward like a gust of wind.

The long spear rotated and danced in her hands. As she approached, the spear body turned and hid behind her back. In an instant, an incomparably sharp Spear Intent erupted.

Sikong Changfeng's expression froze, and he subconsciously raised his cultivation to the Peak of the Zizai Earth Realm.

...

A cold light pierced through the air and arrived, pointing directly at his chest.

Sikong Changfeng channeled his True Qi into the spear body, trying his best to resist this strike that contained the momentum of burning the bridges.

The next moment, he was sent flying, hit the wall of the training ground, and slid down slowly.

"Father, are you alright?"

Sikong Qianluo was shocked, threw away the long spear, hurried to her father's side, and helped him up.

"I'm fine, I'm fine!"

Sikong Changfeng stood up, although he was not injured, he was indeed startled.

This Move was too sharp.

It was completely beyond Sikong Changfeng's expectations.

But thinking about it, it made sense.

The demonic Master Pang Ban was famous, but he was seriously injured by Li Ruohai, who was not as strong as him, using this Move, which showed that this Move was extraordinarily powerful.

Sikong Changfeng, who had stood up, looked down at the iron spear in his hand.

Even with his Internal Energy in the Zizai Earth Realm, the spear shaft was cracked under this Move.

"Qianluo, Father lost this time!"

Throwing away the broken iron spear, Sikong Changfeng gently patted the worried-looking Sikong Qianluo, his tone carrying a touch of emotion.

"Father was clearly letting me win!"

Seeing that her father was safe and sound, Sikong Qianluo finally felt relieved.

"It was agreed to only use Ninth Grade strength, but Father already used Earth Realm strength just now, so I really did lose."

"Then what does Father think of that Prairie Fire Hundred Strikes Move I just used?"

Sikong Qianluo suddenly asked seriously.

"It is indeed an extremely exquisite spear technique, and you haven't even unleashed its full power yet."

Sikong Changfeng answered after a moment of thought.

"That's for sure, but my current cultivation is too shallow, I can't fully display this spear technique yet."

Sikong Qianluo pursed her lips with some regret.

"Cough, but Father's spear technique is not bad either, you cannot fall behind!"

"I know!"

Sikong Qianluo blinked and responded playfully.

"By the way, why did this school owner you just took teach you such advanced spear techniques?"

Sikong Changfeng finally asked the question in his heart...