Chapter 28: Revelation
Late at night.
Qin Yi ceased his cultivation.
“System!”
Qin Yi:
Five Qi Gathering Fist: Mastery (Five-fold Force)
Heavenly Pivot Palm: Mastery
Yaoguang Movement Technique: Mastery (Leap and Shift)
Azure Void Skill: Embryonic Breath
Energy Points: 77
“It’s been nearly half a month, and I still haven’t grasped the Tianxuan Step!”
Such is the consequence of lacking guidance from a master!
The next day, before dawn, Qin Yi rose to continue practicing the Tianxuan Step.
After daybreak, footsteps echoed outside the courtyard.
“Get up, all of you, get up this instant! Assemble, assemble!” The booming voice reverberated through the row of houses.
“Greetings, Captain Qi!” Qin Yi cupped his hands respectfully.
The loud voice belonged to the supervisor of their grain transport team.
“Hmm~” Supervisor Qi looked at Qin Yi with surprise—he was practicing martial arts so early!
Soon, everyone emerged from their rooms.
“Gather outside. Lord Feng has an announcement!” Supervisor Qi instructed.
Quickly, the four grain transport teams assembled in the open space beside the warehouse.
A bustling crowd—four to five hundred people!
Feng Zhizhou gazed at the assembled four or five hundred and spoke slowly: “Now that the grain transport route is short, we no longer require so many hands. From today onward, only two hundred will remain in the grain transport team; the rest are temporarily reassigned to the military camp. If your name is called, you must report to the camp at Heliu Town this afternoon. Otherwise, execution without trial!”
The announcement caused an uproar!
The grain transport team was relatively safe, but the military camp meant risking one’s life.
“Sir, can we not go? I don’t want to fight, I don’t want to fight! I’d rather keep hauling grain—look, I’m fast at moving things!” someone pleaded, his face pale.
“If you wish, I can kill you now and you won’t need to go!” Feng Zhizhou’s expression turned icy.
He signaled to two city guards, who strode toward the man, blades in hand.
“I’ll go, I’ll go, I’ll go!” The man’s face turned even paler as he staggered backward in terror.
After this brief incident, Feng Zhizhou began reading the names.
...
“Going to the camp—damn it! Our fate is no longer ours,” Chen Jie whispered, fear flickering in his eyes.
No one wished to march to their death!
“What can we do?”
“Did you not see those city guards? They’ll escort us. There’s no chance of escape,” Liu Haibin shook his head.
Qin Yi remained silent. He hadn’t expected Xue Yintu to expand the ranks so ruthlessly, pulling people from everywhere.
“We’ll just have to take it one step at a time,” Qin Yi thought. “Going to the camp is an opportunity to seek guidance from my master in martial arts. If things turn dire, escaping is still an option!”
A quarter hour later, Qin Yi and his group were called.
All the Qingwei Dao Palace disciples from the grain transport team were assigned to the Vanguard Battalion—likely together with their fellow disciples and uncles.
It was a silver lining amidst bad news.
By noon, they arrived at the camp.
Indeed, they were placed in the Vanguard Battalion along with all the Qingwei Dao Palace members.
“Why have you been sent back again?” Several uncles were surprised to see the disciples return to the camp.
Entering the camp was almost like awaiting death!
“The grain transport team needed fewer people, so we were sent back,” Chen Jie replied with a bitter smile.
“That Xue Yintu, he’s utterly untrustworthy!” Lu Xuanming’s expression darkened.
Qin Yi looked at the gray-haired elder—the hall master, one of the five chiefs of Qingwei Dao Palace, leading the team down the mountain this time. He was at the fifth stage.
“Come, let’s confront Xue Yintu!” Wang Qingxuan’s temper flared.
“It’s pointless. That Xue fellow has been feverishly conscripting these days. He won’t listen, unless we fight to the bitter end,” Hall Master Zhang Juwei shook his head.
“To the bitter end...”
The uncles exchanged glances, falling silent.
“Enough. You all may withdraw now. When you enter the battlefield, protect yourselves—don’t rush to the front!”
“Yes.”
Everyone withdrew, disappointed.
...
Outside Wang Qingxuan’s tent.
“Disciple Qin Yi requests an audience!”
“Enter!”
Qin Yi stepped inside to find Wang Qingxuan seated cross-legged on a blanket, meditating. He looked far more haggard, aged notably since half a month prior.
“What brings you here?” Wang Qingxuan had little impression of Qin Yi.
“Master, I beg you to teach me some new martial arts!” Qin Yi bowed.
“Didn’t Shaojie tell you not to bite off more than you can chew? Besides, you haven’t yet succeeded in nourishing blood and strengthening sinews—yet you wish to learn new techniques? You’re too greedy!” Wang Qingxuan said, displeased.
“Master, I’ve already mastered the Heavenly Pivot Palm, and I’ve reached the second stage!” Qin Yi revealed his strength, hoping to gain access to new arts.
“Second stage?” Wang Qingxuan’s brows knitted.
His first thought was disbelief.
How long had Qin Yi been a disciple? When Lin Fan succeeded in nourishing blood and strengthening sinews within a month and reached the first stage, that was already genius in his eyes.
Yet now—so soon—second stage!
Even more outstanding than Lin Fan?
“Come. Attack me with all your strength!” Wang Qingxuan wasted no words, intending to test Qin Yi.
“Forgive me, Master!” Qin Yi bowed, then launched his attack.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
He suppressed his strength to the second stage, not even using the Yaoguang Movement Technique.
Each palm was easily parried by Wang Qingxuan.
To limit himself to the second stage while attacking a master of the fifth stage was indeed a unique experience.
Bang!
Wang Qingxuan pushed Qin Yi aside with a single palm, shock written across his face: “Second stage, indeed—second stage strength!”
There were those who achieved the second stage in just months of training.
But such people possessed extraordinary talent!
Even in major sects, they would become personal disciples.
He circled Qin Yi thrice, clicking his tongue in admiration: “A genius! I never imagined I’d take on another prodigy! From tomorrow—no, from now—you are my sixth personal disciple! Alas, I can’t hold a proper ceremony for you at this time…”
“Master, could you teach me some new martial arts right now?” Qin Yi cared little for formalities—he urgently needed new techniques!
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