Chapter 45: Impressions of Them.

"Actually, no matter how much we talk, it's still purely theoretical content."

Li Qingwan concluded, "A martial artist's biggest mistake is letting theory become detached from practice. Although I've taught you everything I can, you still need to regularly enter the brain domain development environment and spar with other fighters to reinforce your basics. Otherwise, you'll remain stuck at the stage of empty talk and won't be able to apply it in actual combat."

After a slight hesitation, she took a card from her bag:

"This QR code leads to a virtual club our Longxi Li family has opened to the public. There are many fighters inside. You can go in and spar with them, hmm."

"Virtual club?" Cheng Jinyang was somewhat surprised. "Is it okay for me to use the combat techniques you taught me to compete there?"

"What I've taught you are all combat techniques that can be learned on the market," Li Qingwan replied with a faint smile. "The techniques our family forbids teaching outsiders, even if I wanted to teach you, you wouldn't be able to learn them."

"Alright, thank you." Cheng Jinyang put the card away.

"Well then," Cui Jinqi stood up cautiously, testing the waters, "can we leave now?"

"Please go ahead," Wang Wanrou said.

"Huh?" Cui Jinqi was quite surprised.

She originally wanted to ask, "Aren't you going to stamp us with a temporary mind steel seal just in case?" But the words got stuck in her throat and she forcibly swallowed them.

Lying was her instinct, and acting against her instincts was always uncomfortable.

Although no one likes to be stamped with mind steel seal, with Wang Wanrou's wisdom, she couldn't have overlooked this.

The fact that she didn't request to stamped them with mind steel seal meant there was a greater restriction in place that ensured she and Li Qingwan wouldn't leak any secrets.

So what exactly was it? The unknown threat felt like a fishbone stuck in her throat; she almost preferred being stamped with a mind steel seal to this.

With a sense of uneasy anxiety, Cui Jinqi and Li Qingwan took their leave. Once the door was closed, the two girls quickly hurried downstairs, not daring to linger for even a moment.

"How did you do?" Wang Wanrou asked casually.

"I memorized everything through muscle memory and pain," Cheng Jinyang replied confidently.

"You're useless," Wang Wanrou sighed.

Cheng Jinyang: ???

For some reason, he felt that Miss Wang's disdain wasn't directed at his combat performance just now...

"I'm heading back," Wang Wanrou stood up.

"Oh, okay."

Cheng Jinyang, thinking he had nothing to do in the living room anyway, decided to follow her back to the bedroom.

After changing into their pajamas, they lay down on the bed. As usual, Miss Wang read before sleeping, still engrossed in the obscure Sima Yi series.

Cheng Jinyang wanted to ask why she didn't sleep in Ah Zhi's bed now that she wasn't here, and insisted on sharing a pillow with him.

But considering that if Miss Wang really took his suggestion and Ah Zhi found someone had slept in her bed upon her return, it might cause trouble for him.

Moreover, with Miss Wang's intelligence, she must have thought of this. Perhaps she just wanted to use my arm as a pillow and insisted on sleeping together.

Hmm, that must be the case.

Bored, Cheng Jinyang opened the family forum, only to see that it was still full of trivial posts today.

Someone was mysteriously claiming that Wuchang had sent hundreds of fourth grade supernaturals to infiltrate Jiankang, secretly contacting various families, demanding they rebel against the court when the Longxian Army attacked Jiankang City.

Hundreds of fourth grade supernaturals!

If they had that kind of strength, they would've conquered everything long ago. Why not say tens of thousands of third grade supernaturals?

Ridiculous!

Someone else swore that at 7:30 PM, supernaturals fought over the Yangtze River, with one breaking the Yangtze River Bridge with a backhand and the other throwing thousands of tactical nukes into the river, causing the entire river to dry up for five minutes.

This isn't a supernatural, it's a cultivator, thank you.

Lastly, there was a widely spread urban legend about a peculiar bloodline ability called "Harem Horse." The corresponding supernatural would become stronger by continuously attracting more girls.

Ugh! Enough already!

If seducing girls could make one stronger, what have I been fighting demons and getting killed by them for every night? It would be a complete joke! Obviously, this is a pervert's bored daydream.

A man's dream: Getting stronger by flirting and falling in love.

Harsh reality: Getting stronger by fighting demons and risking being killed by them.

Getting stronger isn't something that easy! Wake up, you idiots!

Cheng Jinyang showed the phone to Wang Wanrou beside him, laughing:

"What are people thinking these days? Look at this, the more girlfriends you have, the stronger you get. I'm dying of laughter. This must be a scumbag's weird fantasy, right?"

Then he saw Wang Wanrou looking at him with a strange expression.

"Ahem," Cheng Jinyang said awkwardly, "even though I live with you all, I'm still a very traditional and loyal man, fundamentally different from those who fantasize all day."

"So you're saying you're even more depraved than them?" Wang Wanrou frowned.

Cheng Jinyang: ???

"I think there seems to be a deep misunderstanding between us," he said slowly, in a pained tone.

"Since we first met, you've been staring at my chest," Wang Wanrou said disdainfully. "Though with my unparalleled beauty, it's normal for you to be unable to resist. But to stubbornly refuse to admit it for the sake of your ridiculous pride is truly laughable."

"No," Cheng Jinyang was almost speechless. "I was looking at your hairstyle, okay? Your chest isn't even that big..."

Though not big, it's not small either. There's no need to say this out loud and unnecessarily boost this lady's arrogance.

However, despite not saying it, his eyes showed a hint of hesitation, revealing his true thoughts.

"Ridiculous pride," Wang Wanrou sneered, clearly mocking him for being a stubborn fool.

Hey, speaking of ridiculous pride, you, Miss Wang, have no right to lecture anyone, okay?

The two sat in silence for a while.

"Tell me your thoughts on them," Wang Wanrou suddenly asked.

"Them? Who?" Cheng Jinyang asked instinctively.

"Xing Yanzhi, Chu Qingqing," Wang Wanrou said. "First, Xing Yanzhi. Describe your impression of her in one word?"

"Fiancée," Cheng Jinyang said.

"And Chu Qingqing?"

"Cook."

"Yang Wangshu?"

"You mean that masked shut-in keyboard warrior?"

"That's enough, no need to say more. What about Cui Jinqi?"

"Liar."

"Li Qingwan?"

"Her combat skills are quite good."

"I see," Wang Wanrou mused.

"By the way, my impression of Sister Xinnan and Xiao Li is..."

"There's no need to talk about them. I'm not interested," Wang Wanrou interrupted.

Cheng Jinyang: ???

"Speaking of which," he asked curiously, "don't you want to know my impression of you?"

"Obvious facts don't need to be asked," Wang Wanrou said calmly.

Cheng Jinyang really wanted to ask what those "obvious facts" were, but he knew it would just be a bunch of self-aggrandizing words like "unparalleled beauty" and "peerless wisdom."

Miss Wang, you're too arrogant and vain like this. You'll have trouble getting married in the future.