Chapter 133: Cai Yueyao is a Lone Wolf

"Brother Lu, I'm just a first-tier rookie."

"If you ask me to crash the Mo family's gym, aren't you sending me to my death?"

Wan Quan's face instantly twisted into a look of pure misery. Even if Lu Ye could use secret techniques to temporarily boost his combat power several times over, it would still be impossible to defeat the head of the Mo family, who had been immersed in martial arts for many years. He feared that even Mo Min, a sixth-tier fighter, could knock him out with a single strike.

"Stop talking nonsense; I'm in a hurry."

"Sit cross-legged and center your breath in your dantian."

Lu Ye walked behind Wan Quan and shouted impatiently. Wan Quan immediately sat down as if conditioned by a reflex. The next moment, he felt Lu Ye's palms moving across his back, carrying a chilling cold that enveloped his entire body. Wan Quan shivered, goosebumps spreading from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

"Brother Lu, what are you doing to me?"

Lu Ye replied calmly, "Cleansing the marrow and forging the meridians."

"Your constitution is too poor. If you were to use such powerful strength rashly, your body wouldn't be able to bear it."

Wan Quan was stunned. As expected of the young master of the Lu family of martial arts—to think he could even perform such an heaven-defying feat as cleansing the marrow and forging the meridians! This was an extremely rare technique, and the requirements for the practitioner were incredibly harsh. First, the practitioner must be at least an eighth-tier fighter. Second, they must practice internal martial arts. Third, their internal cultivation technique must be suitable for such a process.

People who met the first condition were few and far between, and those who met all three were rarer than phoenix feathers and unicorn horns. Internal cultivation was inherently several times harder than external "hard-body" training, and every breakthrough stage was a vast, insurmountable chasm. This proved one thing: Lu Ye was a peerless master who had reached the state of Great Completion in internal martial arts.

The process lasted for over ten minutes. Even though it was summer and the sun was scorching, with temperatures well above 30 degrees, frost began to coat Wan Quan's eyebrows and eyelashes. Even those standing several meters away felt a chilling breeze. This was related to the *Jade Maiden Heart Sutra* that Lu Ye practiced; the energy he cultivated was inherently cold, usually hidden deep within the dantian.

Eventually, Wan Quan was covered in a thin layer of ice. The ice, initially azure, slowly turned gray-brown and then blackish-brown. These were the toxins and impurities being purged from Wan Quan's body, frozen as they were expelled. Finally, Lu Ye withdrew his palms.

"Hah!"

Wan Quan opened his eyes and shook his body. The layer of black-brown ice shattered, scattering onto the ground and melting into a puddle of grime under the sun.

Wan Quan had long been addicted to wine and women, resulting in a dull complexion and obvious signs of kidney deficiency. Now, however, his entire spirit and energy had transformed. His skin became fair, delicate, and radiant, and his previously gloomy temperament turned upright and vigorous. These were just the external changes; internally, it was a complete overhaul.

Lu Ye suddenly threw a punch toward his back, and Wan Quan subconsciously parried it!

"What the hell?"

"How are my hands faster than my brain?" Wan Quan was bewildered.

Lu Ye chuckled, "That's the change brought by cleansing your marrow. Your sensory sharpness and neural reflexes have improved significantly. Coupled with your years of martial arts foundation, your body reacts instinctively to danger. Once you get used to it, you won't have this feeling of your hands moving faster than your brain."

Wan Quan suddenly realized the significance and knelt down, kowtowing three times in gratitude! He was overwhelmed.

"Brother Lu, I... I truly submit to you now!"

"I cannot repay your great kindness; I will be your servant for the rest of my life!"

Wan Quan had heard that some martial arts families would spend astronomical sums to beg internal masters to cleanse their children's marrow, and even then, they might refuse. After all, in the world of martial arts, there is no second place. Most eighth-tier masters were elderly and unwilling to help outsiders, fearing it might sow seeds of disaster for their own descendants. Yet, Lu Ye had done this for him, even clearing his Ren and Du meridians, despite their relationship having started on unpleasant terms.

Lu Ye, however, hadn't thought that deeply about it; he simply needed to use Wan Quan's identity to handle the Mo family. Since Wan Quan was too weak, he had to boost his strength. Wan Quan, unaware of this, assumed it was a case of repaying malice with kindness.

Lu Ye pondered, rubbing his chin, "Your current level is about fifth-tier. You can put up a fight against a sixth-tier, but it's not enough to crash the Mo family... I will lend you some of my internal energy. When you use the Tiger-Form Fist later, remember to focus your spirit and pull from your dantian energy. That should bring you close to the level of a seventh-tier fighter."

Wan Quan nodded, "I understand, Brother Lu."

Lu Ye channeled his energy into Wan Quan's dantian—the biting cold was proof of its existence. Finally, Lu Ye warned, "Because I am forcibly boosting your strength with external force, your foundation is not solid. You will likely stop at the seventh tier. However, if you abstain from desires and focus on diligent practice to reclaim your fundamentals, there is a slim chance you could reach the eighth tier in the future."

Wan Quan had never dreamed of reaching the third tier in his life. Rising from a first-tier "rookie" to a seventh-tier master overnight was more than enough. He grinned like a fool and nodded, "Seventh-tier is plenty! Among our second-rate martial arts families, very few young people reach that level!"

Lu Ye smiled, "Then set off now. Turn the Mo family upside down. I want a call from the Mo family head begging for peace within an hour!"

"No problem. Wait for my good news."

Wan Quan had Shen He drive him, and he headed toward the Mo family with high spirits.

Su Qianqian tugged at Lu Ye's arm and asked, "Little jerk, if you have such heaven-defying skills, why don't you turn me into a martial arts master too?"

Lu Ye quipped, "Because I'm afraid that if you become too strong, you won't need me to protect you anymore."

Su Qianqian smiled, "That's true. I have you!"

"It's people like Saeko who need to learn some skills to protect themselves."

Cai Yueyao's face darkened instantly: "Damn it!"

...

Wan Quan got out of the car and told Shen He to go find somewhere cool to wait. He walked alone into the courtyard of the Mo family villa. On the open ground in front of the main gate, several young men were sparring. Seeing Wan Quan, they shouted vigilantly, "What are you here for?"

Wan Quan grinned, "To crash the gym."

"Arrogant!"

"Do you know this is the Mo family residence?"

Wan Quan nodded, "I'm crashing the Mo family's place. Tell Mo Min to come out and get beaten!"

"Damn, you think you're worthy of having the Second Master Mo deal with you? Let us teach you a lesson first!"

The young men swarmed him, displaying their "Great Vajra Legs." Wan Quan didn't retreat; he advanced, throwing his fists forward. He didn't forget Lu Ye's instructions, drawing upon the icy energy in his dantian. The power of the Wan family's Tiger-Form Fist increased dramatically. Every punch was accompanied by the faint sound of a tiger's roar!

*Bang, bang, bang...*

These men were no match for Wan Quan; in an instant, they were lying scattered on the ground.

"What arrogant brat dares to crash our Mo family's gym?"

Hearing the commotion, Mo Min rushed out from the house with several men. He stopped dead when he saw Wan Quan! Wasn't this the Wan family brat who had blocked him from taking Mo Chong and Mo Dong earlier, only to be beaten into a severe injury? How was he back and full of life?

"So it's you, kid."

"What, you didn't get enough of a beating earlier?"