Chapter Fifteen: Dragon Form Fist

After returning home, Jiang Xiaotian was utterly exhausted. Although Ye Wan'er was no match for him, as a girl, her knack for stubbornly making trouble was formidable. Besides, having taken advantage of her, he couldn't very well fight back, could he? Fortunately, his skill with the yo-yo was impressive—if he truly wanted to escape, Ye Wan'er would never catch up.

As he opened the door, Ling'er was lounging in the living room, watching television, cradling a pile of snacks in her arms. Her cheeks bulged, making it clear her mouth was stuffed.

Just a moment prior, this mother dragon had been cheerfully absorbed in her show; the next, her expression changed, and she darted over to Jiang Xiaotian, sniffing him up, down, left, and right.

"No injuries, but you reek of women. Spill it—where have you been?"

Jiang Xiaotian felt wronged. His entire day had been inexplicably chaotic; he'd failed to avenge himself and stumbled into a major mess, all because he'd momentarily succumbed to temptation. Now, he couldn't even explain the trouble he'd gotten into.

"I did encounter a female martial artist today, about my age," he admitted.

Ling'er considered this. "Is she pretty?"

Jiang Xiaotian frowned. Was that important?

"She is... fairly good-looking," he replied, hoping to continue, but Ling'er cut him off. "Is she prettier than me?"

"Tsk..." He had no desire to answer.

His thoughts were tangled, so he turned and retreated to his room, while Ling'er muttered accusations about him chasing girls. Yet, compared to that, television and snacks seemed more urgent, so she didn't pursue the matter.

Ling'er's injury had long since healed, but she hadn't returned home for two reasons: first, if her betrayal was discovered, going back would only alert her enemies; second, the human world was simply too entertaining, and returning to her clan would suffocate her. Now, she had fully embraced the life of an indoor girl: watching TV, shopping online, playing games, indulging herself. Wasn't this the height of comfort?

Jiang Xiaotian, however, wasn't nearly so content. He was deeply troubled.

No wonder people say daughters should be raised in wealth, so they can resist temptation in the future. He, on the other hand, had grown up fearing poverty, so the two hundred thousand yuan was irresistible to him.

Thinking it over, the events of the day seemed odd—almost too coincidental. Perhaps it wasn't chance at all. And if he were exposed, what then?

Regret gnawed at him, so he transferred the money back.

The next moment, that lazy character sent it right back, warning Jiang Xiaotian not to back out, or he'd face serious consequences.

Of course, in the end, another hundred thousand was added, and Jiang Xiaotian no longer refused...

He was being paid far too much...

In the past, he might have needed a lifetime of struggle to earn such a sum.

Enough—if he must act, he'll act. If things get out of hand, he'll quit. What was there to fear? Ling'er would never watch him die.

Unable to sleep, Jiang Xiaotian decided to practice the Dragon Breath Technique.

The villa's location was excellent, with abundant spiritual energy. His cultivation progressed rapidly.

After all, the Dragon Breath Technique was a secret art of the dragon clan; even a talentless person, if trained properly, could become a peerless master.

Yet, after several days, Jiang Xiaotian noticed a problem.

His abilities were indeed improving, but he lacked any technique. In a real fight, it would come down to whose body could take more punishment.

The Dragon Breath Technique existed to absorb spiritual energy, but after absorbing it, he had no idea how to use it.

He sensed that in the future, he'd encounter more and more martial artists, so he needed a way to defend himself.

Thus, early the next morning, he interrupted Ling'er, who had been binge-watching dramas all night. "Sis, when I fight, I have no method at all—just random flailing. Could you teach me a move or two?"

Ling'er ignored him, grinning foolishly at her idol drama on the tablet, half an apple in her mouth, looking utterly silly.

Jiang Xiaotian had no recourse. If this continued, the dragon would be wasted, so he simply turned off the wifi.

A scream erupted; Ling'er charged out of her room, grabbing Jiang Xiaotian by the throat. "What did you do! Why aren't these handsome men—no, these characters moving!"

"Teach me some martial arts. If you teach me, I'll make them move again."

Ling'er laughed, and suddenly, a wave of oppressive force surged from her.

This guy dared to threaten her! He needed to be taught a lesson!

It was the innate pressure of the dragon bloodline!

Any human who encountered it would be terrified.

But to Ling'er's surprise, Jiang Xiaotian seemed unaffected.

"Why are you laughing?"

Ling'er frowned, withdrew her pressure, then released it again. This time, the display was grander—Jiang Xiaotian's clothes fluttered as if caught in a wind.

Yet his face showed no fear. He even gave a thumbs-up. "You can make wind? Impressive!"

Ling'er was a bit disheartened. What was going on? Was it because he'd practiced the Dragon Breath Technique?

"Forget it. Hurry and fix it for me! You rascal!" She was always lazy, unwilling to think too deeply. All she wanted now was to watch handsome men—no, her drama.

Unable to resist Jiang Xiaotian any longer, Ling'er finally taught him a set of Dragon Form Boxing.

Ling'er, princess of the dragon clan, was indeed cultured, but she knew almost nothing about martial arts. She could only manage Dragon Form Boxing and an unnamed sword technique, both taught by her father. It wasn't unwillingness to teach.

But Jiang Xiaotian wasn't picky. Ling'er only performed the first move of Dragon Form Boxing, and he was already thrilled.

Having achieved some progress with the Dragon Breath Technique, he now possessed a slight sense of danger.

When Ling'er threw her punch, the surge of threat made him shudder.

He felt that if he mastered it, he could probably smash the artificial mountain in the neighborhood with one punch!

Of course, Jiang Xiaotian had no idea that if Ling'er truly unleashed Dragon Form Boxing, shattering a real mountain would be child's play.

Ling'er had Jiang Xiaotian try the move for her to see. After watching, she couldn't help but shake her head.

"You need to train your stance first. See how unstable your foundation is? How can a man's footing be so weak?"

???

What kind of wild nonsense was that!

Jiang Xiaotian decided to ponder it on his own. To prevent Ling'er from nagging beside him, he stealthily turned the wifi back on.

Seeing the television restored, Ling'er happily retreated to her room, sending Jiang Xiaotian a list of snacks she wanted.

Actually, the first move of Dragon Form Boxing had a key point—if you could grasp it, you'd learn the technique. Jiang Xiaotian could sense it, but couldn't quite catch it.

After practicing all morning without much progress, he gave up. He still had classes that afternoon, so he tidied up and went out.

Not far away, in another villa, Chen Yu watched a young girl with confusion.

Her face alternated between pale and flushed, no longer cold and emotionless as before.

She usually trained hard, but today it was as if she'd taken the wrong medicine—she'd destroyed several sandbags already...