Chapter 377: Martial Uncle Sparring Partner

Look again, and she was like a peony—resplendent, vibrant, and blooming with a powerful radiance.

She was merely walking at a leisurely pace, a smile on her face, yet she exuded an inexplicable sense of danger...

The group only snapped back to their senses when Song Wanning came to a stop before them.

"Martial Niece?"

Feng Xue stared at Wan Ning’s face, her own eyes growing brighter and brighter.

"Junior Sister, why didn’t you tell us our Martial Niece was this beautiful?"

"Her strength is one thing, but her looks are one in a million! What do those people out there have to compete with our Martial Niece?"

"They’re just a pack of dogs, scrambling over the first bone they see!!!"

She snorted inwardly, clearly thinking of those people with ill intentions.

Even Cang Yang, who had been silent the whole time, couldn’t help but nod. "Our Martial Niece is indeed outstanding. After all, she’s the only junior of our generation on Chasing Cloud Peak!"

Qin Ming also walked up enthusiastically. Without a word, he pulled out a Storage Bag and stuffed it into Song Wanning’s hand.

"Martial Niece, this is for our first meeting. Let’s hope you’ll look after us in the future!"

’He could already tell this Martial Niece had a boundless future. Perhaps one day, the few of them would be the ones struggling to keep up with her!’

"Pfft—"

Qin Ming’s words made Song Wanning burst out laughing.

The initial feeling of unfamiliarity vanished instantly, and a genuine smile colored her features.

"I have long heard Master praise you Martial Uncles for your profound Cultivation and noble character. Seeing you today, I find it is all true."

"This junior, Song Wanning, offers her greetings to her Martial Uncles."

She performed a junior’s salute in earnest, a feeling of goodwill toward them budding in her heart.

’Staying on a Chasing Cloud Peak like this wouldn’t be so bad.’

"Oh, come now, we don’t go in for all that ceremony on Chasing Cloud Peak."

Feng Xue quickly grabbed Song Wanning’s hand. Feeling the cool, yet incredibly smooth texture of her skin, she couldn’t resist sneaking a few extra pats.

"Wan Ning, is it? From now on, your Martial Uncle has got your back. If anyone dares to bully you, just drop our names!"

In the Cultivation World, the titles of Martial Uncle were not distinguished by gender, so Feng Xue was also her Martial Uncle.

She took out a Storage Bag and stuffed it into Song Wanning’s hand as well, growing fonder of this Martial Niece the more she looked at her.

’My Junior Sister, Leng Qingzhu, is also a beauty, but her personality is just too cold. You could say ten sentences to her and she might reply with two.’

’This Martial Niece is different, though. She’s so much more vibrant and lively!’

Seeing this, Cang Yang also hurriedly took out a Storage Bag and handed it over, though he was much shyer, the tips of his ears turning a little red.

"Thank you, Martial Uncles!"

Song Wanning accepted them one by one with a smile, her expression growing even more sincere.

Leng Qingzhu had been watching from the side. Seeing them all getting along so harmoniously made her happy as well.

’From now on, Chasing Cloud Peak will be a new home for me and my disciple. Naturally, I hope Song Wanning will be treated with kindness and valued.’

After the pleasantries, the group brought up the matter of the strange phenomenon, warning her not to go out for the time being and to wait until the trip to the Secret Realm to show herself again.

Song Wanning nodded, then her tone shifted, a cunning glint flashing in her eyes.

"I was wondering if my Martial Uncles would be willing to practice with me? You’d only need to suppress your Cultivation to the Peak of Void Refining!"

’I can’t waste this opportunity with so many ready-made experts right in front of me.’

"Of course! Let’s go, right now!!"

The trio was more than happy to oblige and cheerfully led Song Wanning toward the Practice Platform.

Leng Qingzhu didn’t follow. She just smiled and shook her head. She still had to pretend to be in seclusion, so she wouldn’t be going out for now.

...

Arriving at the Practice Platform, Cang Yang, as the fourth Martial Uncle, was the first to step up to spar.

"Hey, you, go easy on her later. Don’t hurt Wan Ning, and don’t crush her confidence, you hear?"

This Cang Yang fellow was a bit rigid, lacked flexibility, and was terrible at lying. As a result, his words often infuriated people.

’Even with his Cultivation suppressed, his true strength is still there. What if he gets heavy-handed and hurts Wan Ning?’

’She’s our only Martial Niece, a real treasure!’

"I know!"

Cang Yang nodded with a grave expression. If he hurt Wan Ning, his senior martial brother and sister would never let him hear the end of it.

So, he prepared to go easy on her. All that mattered was letting Wan Ning have a satisfying fight.

Song Wanning was oblivious to their discussion. She was incredibly excited, desperate to find out just how much her body had transformed.

Her eyes were filled with fighting spirit; her entire being seemed to be screaming for a battle.

Stepping onto the Practice Platform, Cang Yang stood with his hands behind his back and said to her, "Wan Ning, come at me whenever you’re ready!"

The moment his voice fell, he saw Song Wanning transform into a streak of lightning, shooting toward him with a WHOOSH.

He smiled faintly and raised a hand, preparing to form a hand seal.

Suddenly, a terrifying force slammed into him.

In that instant, his expression twisted. Before he could even react, he was sent flying.

BANG—

He crashed heavily onto the ground and, with a SPURT, spat out a mouthful of blood, giving the others a huge shock.

Song Wanning was startled too and quickly ran over.

"Fourth Martial Uncle, are you alright? Why didn’t you fight back?"

’I just wanted to test my physical strength. I can’t believe I sent him flying.’

Cang Yang opened his mouth to speak but just sprayed out another mouthful of blood, his face contorting in pain.

Several of his ribs were broken, and he had suffered internal injuries...

’With Song Wanning’s combat power, Second Senior Brother still wanted me to go easy?’

’He was trying to get me killed!’

Qin Ming and Feng Xue also snapped out of it and walked over to Cang Yang’s side, their eyes filled with disdain.

’Isn’t he laying the acting on a bit thick?’

’What if our little Martial Niece’s ego gets inflated because of this?’

"Ahem, Cang Yang, I think you really need to practice more. You can’t even beat Wan Ning. Have all your years of cultivation gone to the dogs?"

Qin Ming’s words were filled with genuine disdain. ’Even on my laziest days, I’m stronger than Cang Yang.’

Cang Yang: "..."

’You’re so tough, you go up then!!!!’

"Alright, alright, let’s let Junior Brother rest for a bit. I’ll play a round with Wan Ning."

Feng Xue couldn’t stand Cang Yang’s exaggerated, blood-spitting display either. She shot him a disdainful glance and pulled Song Wanning back toward the Practice Platform.

"Don’t mind him. He’ll be fine after taking a pill."

"Don’t you dare hold back. I’m not useless like he is!"

She raised an eyebrow quite arrogantly, though she was mentally reminding herself to be careful.

"Okay!"

Song Wanning was delighted to hear this. If that was the case, she would give it another try.

She looked down at her own palm.

’A single punch can injure an Out-of-Body Stage expert. This power is so great, it’s startling even to me.’

An even more intense battle lust flashed in her eyes. She looked up, her gaze colliding with Feng Xue’s.

A sudden chill ran down Feng Xue’s spine. She had a bad feeling about this.

’This little Martial Niece’s glare is actually pretty intimidating!’

"Come on!"

She let out a low shout and, in the next instant, produced a jade flute, raising it to her lips to play.

Sound waves spread outward, and the aura of the Peak of Void Refining rushed forward.

Song Wanning’s eyes narrowed. She leaped into the air and slapped a palm toward the sound waves.

BOOM—

With a deafening roar, the sound waves shattered.

Feng Xue’s pupils contracted in shock as she began to play again.

But Song Wanning had already closed the distance. With another palm strike, she directly dispersed the sound waves...