The students staying at the Martial Arts Dojo, even if they weren't sleeping, were quietly cultivating,
with only a few night guards occasionally patrolling.
Zhang Fusheng stood at the staircase leading to the fourth floor, hesitated for a moment, then marched up.
Unexpectedly.
The fourth floor, accessible only to the master's disciples, looked no different from the third floor, with a few martial arts rooms, several small rooms, and the only difference being that the floor was made of some kind of metal.
It looked very hard.
The entire fourth floor was dim and silent, seemingly devoid of people.
Fifth floor?
After thinking about it, Zhang Fusheng walked towards the stairs of the fifth floor.
"Student?" an abrupt, crisp voice rang out.
He was stunned, turned around, and through the dim moonlight outside the window, he could see a small figure standing in the corridor, tilting its head to look at him.
A little child, about seven or eight years old.
Probably the master's granddaughter, or perhaps a relative of other personal disciples?
"Little friend, do you know where the master is?"
Zhang Fusheng walked forward, squatted down, looked at the seven or eight-year-old girl, and said with a smile:
"Or perhaps the other senior brothers and sisters? I have something to discuss with them."
"Not here." The little child in a floral dress shook her head lightly and said softly, "None of them are here."
Zhang Fusheng was taken aback:
"Do you know where they went? Hmm..."
He rummaged through his pockets, found a balloon, and said with a grin:
"Brother can make balloon animals. If you answer well, I'll make a little animal for you, how about that?"
"Puppies, butterflies, Brother can make all of those!"
The little child stared at Zhang Fusheng expressionlessly:
"You know you look like a creepy uncle trying to lure kids right now?"
Zhang Fusheng was startled:
"Do I?"
"Yes."
Filled with childishness, the little child leisurely said:
"Besides, I'm not a little child or a little girl."
"Alright, alright, young lady," Zhang Fusheng patiently said, "So do you know where the master went and when they'll be back? Hmm, if you don't like butterflies and puppies, I can also make bananas, apples, and such."
He waved the flat balloon in his hand.
The corner of the little child's mouth twitched.
After a while.
She spoke softly:
"Firstly, Master and the second senior sister went to the hospital, and the eldest brother went to teach someone a lesson. It's hard to say when they'll be back."
Master?
Zhang Fusheng was bewildered.
The little child, with her hair styled in a ponytail, standing 1.2 meters tall, and looking no more than eight years old, gritted her teeth:
"Secondly... I'm nineteen this year! I see through your ill intentions!"
She swung her hand towards him with a fierce wind!
Zhang Fusheng's scalp tingled, what's going on?
Nineteen?
That 1.2-meter tall little child is nineteen??
A year older than me???
Zhang Fusheng was initially stunned, but suddenly realized and bent his legs to dodge the small swinging hand.
"Martial Artist?" The little child squinted, took a fierce step forward, and the metallic floor made a massive 'boom' sound!
She charged forward, her small fists punching straight.
However...
She was too short.
1.2 meters.
A straight punch to a rather tricky spot.
"Shit!"
Zhang Fusheng was genuinely shocked, narrowly avoiding it, cold sweat rising on his back, and in anger, he horizontally intercepted the little child, big hand to small fist.
'Bang!'
He felt a huge force surge towards him, sending him flying and crashing heavily onto the metal floor!
"A thousand pounds, no, not just that... at least fifteen hundred pounds of force."
Zhang Fusheng got up in embarrassment, a martial artist at the First Refinement, adds five hundred pounds of force, and from entry to the peak of the First Refinement, there's about another five hundred pounds of force, totaling about a thousand pounds of force.
Fifteen hundred pounds of force means Second Refinement!
This little child is a Second Refinement martial artist??
Zhang Fusheng's heart tightened, watching the ferocious charge of the little child; he didn't dare to confront her directly, her strength was double his!
He inhaled, his body filled with a rolling thunder sound.
"Great Success Spring Thunder Technique?" The little child was surprised, not holding back, she leaped two to three meters, her immature fists aiming at Zhang Fusheng's ears, but suddenly they heard a real thunder sound, accompanied by a tiger's roar!
Spring Thunder Technique, Minor Perfection, Thunder Shock.
Tiger Roar Fist, Third Form, Tiger Eating People.
The Spring Thunder echoed between Zhang Fusheng's palms, and a Perfect level Tiger Roar Fist generated fierce winds, compressing the air so violently that visible folds appeared, which gathered into a roaring tiger head shape!
With seven hundred pounds of force, he struck with nearly four thousand pounds of impact!
The little child, caught off guard, was suddenly pressed on the chest by Zhang Fusheng's palm and hammered into the ground.
'Boom!!!'
The gigantic collision sound intertwined with spring thunder and tiger roar, blasting throughout the entire Martial Arts Dojo.
"Pervert!!"
Simultaneously bursting out was the little child's embarrassed scream.
......
Comprehensive Hospital, Fourth District.
Old Hall Master Hong joined his fingers and lightly tapped the air three times, producing three 'tock' sounds that echoed in the ward.
On the bed, the dazed look on the young man's face faded somewhat, but he still appeared a bit confused.
"Phew..."
Old Hall Master Hong frowned and said:
"It's not simple, the person exerting mental influence has a very high spiritual strength... an old fellow."
Chen Yuque asked curiously:
"Master, how do you know?"
"I can sense it."
Old Hall Master Hong said succinctly:
"The person has cultivated Contemplation Techniques for several decades; otherwise, they wouldn't have such profound spiritual accumulation. But what I'm curious about is, who is that old fellow, and where did they learn the White Bone Observation."
Chen Yuque contemplated:
"Can you beat them?"
Old Hall Master Hong rolled his eyes:
"What do you think?"
After a pause, he added:
"That old fellow must have just broken through the White Bone Observation to Great Success, and relied on the 'Spiritual Light' from the Realm Breakthrough to have such a severe mental influence on this child."
Chen Yuque twirled her hair with her fingers:
"What if, just like you, it's an old monster who has achieved 'Minor Perfection' in White Bone Observation, prematurely possessing characteristics of the [He should see me as such] level?"
Hong Tianbao, angry, gave the girl a flick on the head, glaring:
"Who are you calling an old monster?"
She covered her head, grinning sheepishly.
After a while, Hong Tianbao said in a not-so-great mood:
"A Great Success Contemplation Technique of the [I should see myself as such], if not for those naturally gifted, or those taking shortcuts, requires at least ten years of spiritual accumulation."
"Similarly, a Perfect Contemplation Technique of the [He should see me as such] requires a hundred years of spiritual accumulation, and even a premature characteristic of 'Minor Perfection', or Pseudo-Perfection, also requires a hundred years of spiritual accumulation."
"And that mysterious person is only at a level of thirty to fifty years."
Hearing this, Chen Yuque understood:
"So the mysterious person couldn't possibly be a Contemplation Technique Minor Perfection, they must have been influenced by the spiritual light from a Realm Breakthrough?"
Hong Tianbao nodded slightly.
[I should see myself as such], can only affect oneself, and to influence others, at least the Contemplation Technique must be raised to the level of 'Minor Perfection.'
Like Hong Tianbao, who can cause people to become lost, falling into spiritual illusions.
"So, who could it be?" Hong Tianbao stroked his chin, pointing to the still-dazed young man on the hospital bed: "Only tomorrow, when this little guy fully wakes up."
Chen Yuque pondered for a moment:
"Not necessarily, the Martial Arts Dojo has surveillance; if, and I mean if, he was 'scared crazy' while inside the Martial Arts Dojo?"
Hong Tianbao shook his head:
"Impossible, when did a mysterious old fellow get in and stay in the Martial Arts Dojo cultivating Contemplation Technique, just in time to break through?"
Saying this, he waved his hand:
"But let's go back and check, maybe we'll find something."
Without further ado, they immediately headed back to the Martial Arts Dojo.
"White Bone Observation... who could it be?"
Not long after, the two arrived back at the Martial Arts Dojo, and all was silent.
"I wonder if the little junior sister is asleep... " Chen Yuque hadn't finished her sentence.
'Rumble!!'
Thunderclaps, collision sounds, and faint tiger roars burst out from the Martial Arts Dojo!
Along with the little junior sister's embarrassed scream.
The two's expressions drastically changed.