"Who are you?"
Song Zhe frowned slightly, looking at a girl not far away.
Peeking at someone practicing their skills is a major taboo, no matter where you are.
"Little fellow, your punches are too slow; they have no offensive power at all."
The girl was just passing by and found it novel to see Song Zhe practicing his fist technique.
"Whether it has offensive power or not doesn't seem to have anything to do with you, Miss. I'm just playing around."
Song Zhe didn't bother to argue.
How could these little scums from another World understand the power of the Tai Chi Fist?
It involves the conversion of Yin and Yang Qi, which is far beyond those superficial Spirits.
The spirit rings of this World are more like taking a shortcut.
When practitioners encounter bottlenecks, they rely more on comprehension and accumulation to break through.
But people on the Douluo Continent hunt Spirit Beasts and rely entirely on external power to break through.
It could be said that in the Douluo system of cultivation, there are basically no major bottlenecks.
"..."
Facing Song Zhe's response.
Hu Liena had no idea what to say.
She had never met such a strange person.
As the dignified Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall, when had she ever been rebuked to her face like this?
Actually, thinking about it, Song Zhe was right; it really was none of her business.
If she hadn't seen that Song Zhe was cute and already had well-defined features at such a young age, promising to be a handsome man when he grew up...
...she wouldn't have stopped to watch this Little fellow practice his "Cat Fist."
"Hmph."
In the end, Hu Liena could only give a cold snort to show her dissatisfaction and then left dejectedly.
Unfortunately, she didn't know that in the near future, her path would cross with Song Zhe's again.
After finishing his practice, Song Zhe immediately went inside to cultivate the Quanzhen Heart Method.
Learning the Tai Chi Fist had actually significantly increased the speed of his Quanzhen Heart Method.
He estimated that in about ten more days, he would possess level one spirit power.
Perhaps this bit of spirit power would seem no different from nothing to others, but for Song Zhe, it was a qualitative transformation.
With the support of Quanzhen True Qi, he would be able to wield the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass and use the Tai Chi Fist.
He would no longer have to be a weak little scum without even the strength to truss a chicken.
At night.
Led by the Village Head, Hu Liena returned to the original small courtyard.
"The person Teacher came to see is him?"
Hu Liena suddenly felt terrible.
She had seen that child in the afternoon; aside from being good-looking, he was useless.
Later, she went to the Village Head to ask about handsome and talented Spirit Masters in the village.
As a result, she searched all afternoon but couldn't find the person she wanted to see.
In desperation, she could only describe Bibi Dong's appearance, and only then did the Village Head lead her here.
She never imagined that the person her teacher came to see was a child, and such a useless one at that.
According to the Village Head, Song Zhe had a Nine-Leaf Grass Spirit and level 0 innate spirit power.
According to past practice, Bibi Dong would indeed meet every plant-type Spirit Master with nine leaves.
But she had never been told to closely monitor a location without disturbing the person.
"Great Spirit Master, this is Song Zhe's house. When he was five, his parents went out to hunt Spirits and never returned. Relying on our relief, he made it to the day of Spirit awakening. Unfortunately, this child has no possibility of becoming a Spirit Master!"
In the Village Head's eyes, the only way to change their fate was to become a Great Spirit Master.
Clearly, Song Zhe had no talent in this area.
"Innate spirit power level 0? The boy who practices Cat Fist? Is he really the person Teacher is looking for?"
Hu Liena couldn't help but feel suspicious.
She had heard Bibi Dong describe the Grandmaster's appearance; it was like a true god descending.
Aside from his appearance, nothing about this Little fellow matched Bibi Dong's description.
"Village Head, don't tell anyone I've been here. If he has any difficulties, take this medallion to the nearest Spirit Hall sub-hall, and they will help resolve them."
Hu Liena handed the Village Head a medallion and then turned to leave.
As a disciple, she had no right to question Bibi Dong's affairs.
She just needed to complete the task assigned by her teacher.
The doubt in her heart would surely be answered in the near future.
Seeing that Hu Liena had walked away.
The Village Head walked straight to Song Zhe's house and knocked on the dilapidated door.
"Lad Song, you're starving, aren't you?"
The Village Head stood at the door, calling out Song Zhe's name.
A moment later, a helpless-looking Song Zhe appeared before him.
"Old Man Village Head, didn't I say? I won't starve; I can cook for myself. I need to cultivate normally, so don't disturb me easily. If I end up with a Qi Deviation, will you take responsibility?"
Song Zhe had quite a few complaints about the Village Head.
But he knew the Village Head cared about him; in the Village Head's eyes, he was still a child.
He would visit him occasionally to see if there was anything he could help with.
"Is your sister not at home?"
The Village Head glanced around but didn't see Song Zhe's so-called "sister."
This caused him to have even greater doubts about Hu Liena, who had come to inquire for information today.
"Sister Donger left this morning. She has a lot of things to do and can only come back to see me occasionally."
Song Zhe did not deceive the Village Head.
In his memory, this kind Village Head grandpa had always looked after him like his own grandson after his parents failed to return.
Even though the Spirit he awakened was the trashiest kind, this feeling had not changed at all.
"Then next time your sister comes back, tell her that someone has been inquiring about you lately and gave me a medallion, saying that if you have any difficulties, you can take it to the Spirit Hall sub-hall for help."
The Village Head handed the medallion Hu Liena gave him directly to Song Zhe.
He couldn't distinguish the specific meaning of this medallion either, so he could only explain the situation clearly to Song Zhe, hoping it was for the best.
"I'll keep that in mind."
Song Zhe picked up the medallion and looked at it but couldn't make heads or tails of it.
As for the medallions of the Douluo Continent, he had only a smattering of knowledge and basically understood nothing.
He just put it away casually and chatted with the Village Head for a few more minutes, asking him to brush off anyone looking for him.
Song Zhe didn't want people looking for him for no reason.
It felt very insecure.
Returning to his room, he tossed the medallion onto the table and immediately began cultivating the Quanzhen Heart Method.
He now practiced his fist technique during the day and cultivated the Quanzhen Heart Method at night; every day was packed.
Aside from meal times, he spent all his other time cultivating.
If it weren't for the Village Head frequently helping him out, this kid probably would have starved to death long ago.
One morning two days later.
Song Zhe appeared in the courtyard as scheduled to practice his fist technique; today was once again time to enter the Survival Space.
This time, he hoped he could kill a few more Quanzhen Disciples and hold out for a bit longer.
He wanted to reach level ten sooner to verify whether what Sister Donger said was actually true.
Could this Nine-Leaf Sword Grass really undergo a transformation every ten levels?