This Lady Is Trying to Kill Me

Cult Mistress (1)

Ye Jingtang was fully focused and carefully sensed every movement. After practicing back and forth twice, he experienced a rather mysterious feeling.

In the past, the restless qi and blood in his body that had nowhere to vent seemed to be gathering a stream of qi toward his right hand with the guidance of the move.

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Although his movements didn’t look much different from the usual waving of his hand except for the difference in the way he exerted strength, he felt as if he had suddenly learned how to walk and arrived at a completely different domain.

To put it simply, when he practiced martial arts in the past, he practiced ‘form’, but now he practiced ‘spirit’.

After practicing for the third time, Ye Jingtang understood the purpose of these movements without having to ponder seriously over them. When he felt it, he directly threw a palm strike at the wall beside him.

Bam!

There was a dull sound in the room. The sound was almost inaudible, but the strike was extremely heavy. It was like a thousand-pound hammer wrapped in cotton hitting the wall. There was no sound, only strength.

The old house shook slightly, and a few old tiles fell out of the hole. Other than that, there were no other changes.

Ye Jingtang took his hand back from the earthen wall. The earthen wall was intact, and even the surface of the wall hadn’t fallen off. But when he poked it with his finger, it was as if it had fallen into soft sand.

Rustle, rustle, rustle…

The sand slid down, and a clear palm mark appeared on the wall. It was more than two inches deep!

“This is martial arts…” Ye Jingtang looked at his palm with surprise in his eyes. This was the first time in his life that he had discovered that his martial arts skills were so high.

Luo Ning had casually taught him a move, but he was already so powerful. If he could dig out the supreme secret manual Roaring Dragon Chart buried in the harem and use it for himself, wouldn’t he soar on the spot?

Thinking of this, Ye Jingtang subconsciously looked in the direction of the Imperial City outside the window, and a trace of eagerness flashed in his eyes.

Opposite him, Luo Ning’s red lips parted slightly, and her alluring peach blossom eyes widened. She stared blankly at Ye Jingtang for a long time before coming back to her senses and saying in disbelief, “Why… why do you know the Fourteen Dappling Cloud Palms?”

“Hmm?” Ye Jingtang put away his thoughts and looked at Luo Ning in bafflement. “Didn’t you just teach it?”

“You still know that I just taught you? You can learn it just after being taught?”

Ye Jingtang raised his hand and waved it. “If I can’t even learn such a simple move after you taught it, wouldn’t I be stupid?”

Simple…

Stupid…

Luo Ning’s eyes bulged, clearly shocked by these words.

The Fourteen Dappling Cloud Palms took an ordinary person three years to reach basic mastery.

Although this child in front of her had already built up his foundation and had formidable internal energy, it was too unbelievable for him to figure out the entire qi circulation method and turn the move into his own after practicing it three times.

He even said confidently that he would be stupid if he couldn’t learn it.

According to this logic, other than the One immortal, Two Sages, and Eight Chiefs, everyone else in the world was an idiot!

Luo Ning’s mouth was slightly agape. She wanted to question Ye Jingtang, but she had just personally taught him the move. She had never taught it to outsiders, so how could this child learn it in advance?

Could this child’s talent be really unbelievable to this extent…

Ye Jingtang saw the young woman’s shock and guessed that he had indeed learned it a little quickly. He stopped and smiled. “I’m a quick learner, but Heroine Luo, you taught me well and carefully. Hmm… Why don’t you display it again? I don’t believe I can learn such a profound move after watching it once.”

Luo Ning didn’t believe it either. She raised her hand to display it again, but she immediately realized that this kid was trying to freeload off of her!

Luo Ning quickly retracted her hand and placed it behind her back, putting on the posture of an icy beauty. “If you want to learn martial arts, you should know the rules, right? First, you have to become my disciple and be filial to me for three years. I see that you’re sincere and have good character and comprehension, so I’ll consider teaching you true martial arts. Do you have a master?”

Ye Jingtang understood what the young woman meant. She wanted to take him in as a disciple. He didn’t speak and glanced at Heroine Luo’s impressive little watermelons.

“…”

Only then did Luo Ning remember that she had just been pressed down and touched. It was probably not appropriate for her to be his master, so she coughed lightly. “I have some connections in Jianghu. Other than the three old immortals on the mountains, I have some friendship with the rest. You’re quite talented. If you want, I can guide you and introduce you to a master. The prerequisite is that you have to follow me sincerely and treat me as… as…”

It was as if nothing she could say would be right…

Ye Jingtang could tell how big Luo Ning’s tone was and said in surprise, “You know all Eight Chiefs?”

“Yes. They all have to give me some face.”

Ye Jingtang’s eyes were full of doubt. “Then, why were you beaten up so badly in the capital that you had to run away like a mouse and rely on me to cover for you?”

Luo Ning could sense Ye Jingtang’s disdain, and her eyes narrowed slightly. “Who do you think dares to come to the capital to cause trouble for the Black Office? I just didn’t want to kill the innocent. Otherwise, with just you and the two constables, I can kill all of you without alerting the people on the streets. If you don’t want to follow me, then you can only learn one move. We’re even.”

Hearing this, Ye Jingtang didn’t force it. He jumped up and repaired the roof that was leaking rain. He casually asked, “Heroine Luo, are you really married?”

“Huh?” Luo Ning was stunned and looked at Ye Jingtang coldly. “What do you mean?”

“Your reaction just now was very jerky. You don’t even know how to be intimate. You don’t look like a married woman…”

?!

Luo Ning instantly felt ashamed and enraged and was about to draw her sword.

But suddenly, light footsteps sounded outside the courtyard.

Tread, tread…

The two of them were startled. They thought that the constables had returned, and their reactions were surprisingly the same. The beautiful heroine lay down on her back and assumed the appearance of a wife. Ye Jingtang pounced on her and started acting.

But before they could make a sound, a woman’s low cry came from outside. “Martial Mistress?”

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