In Liu Chan's apartment, the delicate and pure Liu Chan had her hair tied up high.

She was only wearing a white camisole, sitting cross-legged on a yoga mat, regulating her breath with the Turtle Decree from the True Martial Decree.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Liu Chan opened the door, and Yang Fei entered with a solemn expression.

This guy put on the airs of a master, but as soon as he saw Liu Chan, his eyes widened.

The reason was simple: Liu Chan, for the convenience of training, was only wearing a white camisole and pink sweatpants.

Her graceful arms and long legs were not concealed at all.

Liu Chan didn't mind. In her eyes, Brother Fei always acted in strange ways.

Liu Chan's feelings towards Yang Fei were different from other women's.

Her emotions were mixed with too much of a pure maiden's dependence and admiration for an adult man, not purely romantic love.

And now, Yang Fei had become Liu Chan's master.

In Liu Chan's heart, this reverence and admiration grew even stronger.

Yang Fei forcibly averted his gaze, placing his left hand on Liu Chan's wrist.

He immediately felt that the Qi-blood and Essence Qi within Liu Chan had increased at least twofold, involuntarily gasping in astonishment.

Yang Fei felt reassured but still urged Liu Chan.

"Practice a set of fist techniques for me to see."

The fist technique Liu Chan practiced was the Snake Decree from the True Martial Decree.

The Snake Decree was meant to strengthen one's Qi-blood and wasn't inherently aggressive or powerful.

But even so, when Liu Chan practiced the fourth form, "Golden Snake Skimming Grass,"

she swung her arm, and a force like a whip cracked the air with a loud pop.

Yang Fei was both surprised and delighted.

He clearly saw Liu Chan's fair arm swing with such power that it burst the air apart.

She had indeed broken through to the level of Mingjin.

Yang Fei realized he had found a treasure.

In Martial Arts, the bond between a master and a disciple is more intimate and significant than that between parents and children.

For many Great Grandmasters of Martial Arts, teaching a good disciple not only means passing down their Martial Arts heritage and ensuring a legacy.

It also means that for the rest of their lives, they will rely on this disciple to represent them as Sect Leader.

If an enemy comes seeking vengeance, or someone challenges them, the disciple is the one who must stand firm.

Therefore, a Great Grandmaster of Martial Arts does not easily take on disciples.

But once a disciple is taken, they are taught with everything the master has, even better than their own child.

In the martial arts world, finding an excellent master is extremely difficult for a disciple.

However, for a Great Grandmaster of Martial Arts to find a disciple with good character, aptitude, and comprehension is just as challenging.

Yang Fei took Liu Chan as a disciple only because she was poisoned, triggering severe illness.

Yang Fei hoped she could strengthen her body through Martial Arts and expel the mutated virus cells.

But Liu Chan had only practiced for two days before she could feel the flow of Essence Qi.

And now, after practicing for just half a month, she had broken through from an ordinary Martial Artist to the level of Mingjin.

Even for a genius, without any extraordinary opportunities.

Breaking through from an ordinary Martial Artist to a Mingjin Martial Artist typically takes at least six months to a year.

For someone like Liu Chan, she is truly a genius among geniuses.

After his initial surprise, Yang Fei fell into a deep thought.

He felt that Liu Chan's rapid progress in Martial Arts was somewhat unusual, so he asked her.

"Chan'er, when you're practicing the True Martial Decree, did you feel any anomalies, like your body heating up?"

Liu Chan finished her set gracefully and nodded.

"I was just about to ask you, Master."

"When I'm practicing, as soon as I regulate my Qi-blood, a hot flow rushes down my spine."

"That warmth spreads through my body, accompanied by a feeling like needle pricks."

Yang Fei suddenly thought of the strange sword-shaped mark on Liu Chan's back and became worried.

"Chan'er, let me take a look at the mark on your back?"

"I feel that this sword-shaped mark is unusual."

Liu Chan blushed immediately.

However, Yang Fei had already examined her entire body for her health condition last time.

This time, although a bit shy, Liu Chan naturally accepted it.

Liu Chan turned around with a blush.

Yang Fei lifted the hem of her small camisole, revealing her snow-white, slender waist and back.

On Liu Chan's back, the sword-shaped mark was still present, and its color had deepened.

Not sure if it was his imagination, Yang Fei felt that the sword-shaped mark seemed to have grown longer.

Yang Fei dared not look any longer, lowered Liu Chan's camisole, and gently sighed: "Alright, turn around now."

Liu Chan turned back, her big eyes sparkling with Spiritual Energy.

"How is it, Master, did you find anything?"

Yang Fei spread his hands: "I couldn't see anything."

"But your rapid progress in Martial Arts is definitely related to this mark."

"When you're practicing, pay special attention to this spot."

"If anything unusual happens, contact me immediately."

Liu Chan nodded and stood respectfully.

Yang Fei glanced at the time: "You must practice the True Martial Decree every day, no matter the weather."

"Starting today, I'll teach you the real National Arts."

Liu Chan's eyes widened.

"Master, isn't the True Martial Decree I'm practicing the National Arts?"

Yang Fei smiled faintly.

"Your True Martial Decree is just a Cultivation Technique, meant to strengthen your body and increase your Qi-blood."

"They say, 'Practicing martial arts without working on Cultivation Technique is worth nothing by old age; the Cultivation Technique is the foundation for a Martial Artist's life.'"

"But, when it comes to battlefield combat and close-range fighting, you must practice fist techniques, which is what is generally considered the National Arts."

Liu Chan listened, furrowing her brows in difficulty.

"Master, I don't like fighting with people, can I skip the fist techniques?"

Yang Fei snorted and reproached Liu Chan.

"What nonsense, the Tao of a Martial Artist is not to bully the weak, not to fear the strong, to draw the sword and help when seeing injustice."

"If you don't practice fist techniques, how can you achieve these things?"

Liu Chan saw that Yang Fei was angry and nodded obediently.

Yet, deep down, she resolved never to fight with anyone.

Yang Fei taught Liu Chan a set of short strikes called the Inch Power Sword Finger.

This set of fist techniques was also recorded in the Yan Ru Scripture, derived from Wing Chun.

If practiced well, the strikes are as fast as lightning and, when fierce, take inspiration from the Three Emperors Sword Finger, making it perfect for Liu Chan to learn for self-defense.

The moves are quite simple, only seven forms.

However, within the seven-form fist techniques, each can change, moving according to the heart, and can evolve into forty-nine variations.

The Kung Fu of the Yan Ru Scripture places utmost emphasis on comprehension.

And Liu Chan's comprehension exceeded Yang Fei's expectations.

In less than half an hour, she had already learned the basic fist postures and routines.

Though Liu Chan had resolved not to fight.

The fierce and deadly nature of the Inch Power Sword Finger still exceeded her expectations.

The more she practiced, the more alarmed she became.

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