Chapter 8: Mysterious Reward

  Yin Zhiping, no matter how high his self-cultivation was, was stirred up by Wu Ming's provocative words and almost blurted out a challenge. However, he reconsidered that the other party was his junior disciple, let alone just a half-grown child. Even if he won, what would be the point? It would only make him look like a bully. So, he suppressed his anger and calmly said, "Hmph, I wouldn't dare to compete with a little kid like you."

  "Mom, don't worry, I have a way to win him." Wu Ming first softly comforted Sun's wife, then loudly and coldly laughed: "Heh heh, what's the point of winning without fighting, being afraid of losing is just being afraid of losing, don't make excuses."

  As Wu Mingyue spoke more and more arrogantly, the other young Taoists on the side couldn't help but speak out in anger.

  "Yang Guo, have you eaten bear heart and leopard gall? How dare you provoke the Quanzhen Sect, provoke Master Yin?"

  "Yin Zhipo, this is Yang Guo, that stinky little brat, looking for his own death. Just give him the opportunity."

  "Yes, Master Yin, beat him and let him know the sky is vast and the earth is thick, so he won't go out and lose face for our Quanzhen Sect in the future."

  "Beat him, beat him..."

  The crowd seemed to be united in their anger, and the looks they gave Wu Ming were filled with rage.

  Under the urging of the younger Taoist priests, Yin Zhi Ping hesitated for a moment before saying: "Yang Guo, I can agree to compete with you, but what if you lose?"

  Wu Ming said in a cold voice: "If I lose, I will follow you back to Chongyang Palace to confess."

  "That's good, but this senior..." Wu Ming's response was exactly what Yin Zhiping had hoped for, but his only concern was that Grandma Sun would intervene.

  Old Lady Sun was about to object, but Wu Ming pulled her sleeve and made a gesture with his eyes, saying softly: "Mom, please trust me this time."

  "Alas, what a stubborn child." Old Lady Sun sighed softly, thinking that the child was being too strong-willed, and so she spoke in accordance with his wishes: "You can all rest assured, I won't interfere."

  Old Lady Sun's words actually intentionally left out some words, playing a game of wordplay, anyway she would never let the Quanzhen Taoist take Wu Ming away no matter what.

  "Alright then, Yang Guo, let's begin." said Yin Zhi Ping.

  "Wait! Earlier we only talked about what I should do if I lose, but what if you lose?"

  "Will I lose?" Yin Zhiping couldn't help but burst out laughing.

  "If you think you won't lose, then what are you worried about?" Wu Ming asked back.

  "Alright, state your terms." Yin Zhiping said with a hint of disdain.

  "If I win by luck, then from now on I will have nothing to do with the Quanzhen Sect, I am no longer a Quanzhen disciple, and Zhao Zhi Jing is also no longer my master."

  "Yang Guo, you rascal! Brother Yin, wait a moment and I'll teach him a good lesson..." Zhao Zhi Jing, lying on the stretcher, couldn't help but curse.

  "Brother Zhao, don't worry about it, I'll take care of this matter." Yin Zhiping replied to Zhao Zhijing and then said to Wu Ming: "Alright, I promise you, let's begin."

  The gap between them was too big, Yin Zhiping believed that Wu Ming would never be able to beat him no matter what.

  "Wait..." Just as Yin Zhiping was about to reach the center of the stage, Wu Ming suddenly spoke out again.

  "What's wrong now?" Yin Zhiping said impatiently.

  Wu Ming smiled faintly and said: "Since it's a competition, there should naturally be rules. I'm small in stature and strength, if we compete directly like this, how could I possibly beat you?"

  "So how do you want to compare?" Yin Zhiping sneered, his martial arts skills making it easy for him to capture Wu Ming, so he wasn't afraid of any tricks.

  "Why don't we have a writing competition?" Wu Ming said with a smile.

  "Yin Shifu, this little guy might be strange, don't fall into his trap." Lu Qingdu hastily reminded him, he still couldn't figure out how Yang Guo defeated him earlier.

  Of course, he didn't know that the current Yang Guo was no longer the original Yang Guo who had defeated him, but rather Wu Ming who had entered the world of the book.

  "What is Wen Bi?" Yin Zhi Ping didn't take Lu Qing Dun's reminder to heart, after all, the two of them were not even on the same level in terms of martial arts.

  "What's called Wen Bi is drawing a circle, people standing inside, you hit my chest with one palm, I hit your chest with one palm, no one is allowed to dodge, whoever steps out of the circle first loses..." Wu Ming explained the rules simply and clearly.

  Mrs. Sun, who was standing aside, felt a little curious after hearing this. She always thought that the adopted son she had just recognized seemed not so simple. Not to mention whether he could defeat Yin Zhiping, but judging from his calm and composed demeanor, he was definitely not comparable to ordinary children.

  "Who makes the first move?" Yin Zhiping was full of disdain. With Wu Ming's skills, it was impossible for him to knock him out of the designated circle with one punch, but he could easily strike his opponent out of the circle.

  "Hmph, you're an adult and he's just a child. You still have the nerve to argue with a kid over who goes first?" Old Lady Sun suddenly said coldly.

  Looking at Old Lady Sun, Yin Zhi Ping thought for a moment and also felt embarrassed, his face slightly red. He then said in a low voice: "Alright, Yang Guo, you can make the first move. But let's get one thing straight, if you lose, don't expect me to be polite to you on our way back to Chongyang Palace."

  "It's not certain who will win or lose yet, wait until you've won before saying that. By the way, who gets to draw the circle?" Wu Ming appeared calm on the surface but was actually quite tense inside. Even though he had gained an advantage by using his young age, it would still be very difficult for him to win in the upcoming competition.

  Yin Zhiping said disdainfully: "Since this trial was proposed by you, come on, hurry up."

  Wu Ming smiled and said: "Then I'll play along. If I lose later on, don't say that the circle is too small."

  Soon, Wu Ming drew a circle with branches on the empty ground, just big enough for two people to stand one meter apart. Then he walked into the circle and beckoned to Yin Zhiping: "The circle is drawn, come over."

  Yin Zhiping walked into the arena with a calm and composed demeanor, entered the circle, faced Wu Ming, and began to mobilize his energy. His chest was instantly filled with surging true energy.

  "I'm going to make my move, are you ready?" Wu Ming appeared calm on the surface, but was actually very nervous in his heart. After all, this was his first time using the Spring Sun Melting Snow technique to absorb someone else's internal energy, and that person was a martial artist with a very high level of cultivation.

  "Come on." Yin Zhiping said in a low voice.

  "Look at my palm!" Wu Ming silently activated his Spring Sun Melting Snow skill and struck a palm towards Yin Zhi Ping's chest, aiming for the Tan Zhong acupoint.

  The Tan Zhong acupoint is a vital point on the human body and is also known as the middle Dan Tian, its importance can be seen at a glance.

  The characteristic of Chunyang Rongxue Gong is that it can absorb all true Qi for one's own use.

  Wu Ming calculated that his opponent would definitely have genuine Qi filling up his chest and mouth acupoints, which was equivalent to indirectly giving him a very good opportunity.

  Of course, the risk is also great. If Wu Ming cannot withstand the large amount of true energy pouring in, it may backlash and harm him. In severe cases, his meridians may even be severed, leading to death.

  When Wu Ming's palm struck Yin Zhi Ping's chest, a strong true energy suddenly formed a backlash. At this moment, Chunyang Rongxue Gong played a wonderful role, and it actually melted and absorbed the backlash of true energy, forming a whirlpool-like suction force that stuck Wu Ming's palm tightly to Yin Zhi Ping's chest Tan Zhong Xue hole.

  The true energy in his body was out of control, surging out like a flood. This was something that Yin Zhiping had never encountered before. He was shocked and didn't care about the competition anymore, hastily withdrawing his energy and jumping back, barely breaking off the connection between his body and Wu Ming's palm.

  With just one jump, Yin Zhiping's body had already fallen outside the circle, while Wu Ming, although unable to stop his momentum, sat down on the ground with a thud, but his body was still inside the circle. According to the rules agreed upon earlier, this already counted as Yin Zhiping losing.

  "Ding Dong!"

  "You have completed the [Trial of War] task and received a mysterious prop reward."

  When the voice of the Book Spirit System came into his mind, Wu Ming finally felt a weight lift off his shoulders.