Martial Cultivator

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Returning home, it was almost ten o'clock at night.

Su Ruoxue lay on the sofa, looking serene in her sleep, completely devoid of her usual aloofness. Her beautiful, fair face was so inviting that one couldn't resist wanting to give her a kiss.

Not wanting to disturb her, Shen Lang fetched a thin blanket from the room and covered her. The summer temperature was high enough that she wouldn't catch a cold.

After taking a shower, Shen Lang locked himself in his room.

Normally, Shen Lang disdained getting into fights with ordinary people. But today, he felt unusually agitated and ended up fighting several times.

Shen Lang circulated his qi slightly, feeling it moving uncontrollably through his body.

"I'm about to break through," Shen Lang thought, furrowing his brow.

No wonder his mood was irritable and angry today—it was due to the restless qi in his body.

While others might be excited at the prospect of a breakthrough, Shen Lang was worried.

The qi in his body was violently agitated, and there was a faint pain in his heart meridian. Shen Lang took off his shirt and sat cross-legged on the bed.

In this world, there is a group of people known as martial practitioners.

In layman's terms, they are people who practice martial arts—not the flashy, superficial kind like taekwondo, but the mysterious ancient martial arts.

Because martial practice requires exceptional talent, a person without the natural aptitude for it cannot become a martial practitioner.

Among ten thousand people, only a few might have the talent for martial practice, which is also related to bloodline.

This is why martial practitioners are extremely rare. Many prefer to train in seclusion in the mountains, hoping to break through to higher realms.

Ten years ago, Shen Lang was adopted by his master, who taught him a magical martial art called "Divine Illumination Sutra," known to insiders as a cultivation method.

Since then, Shen Lang had entered the realm of martial practice, and his life had changed dramatically.

As far as Shen Lang knew, the stages of martial practice were: Tongqiao, Zigang, and Wenzhen.

Beyond Wenzhen, there were further stages, but ordinary martial practitioners had no knowledge of them and hardly anyone could reach them.

Shen Lang was a martial arts prodigy, confident in his talent.

He had been stuck at the peak of the Zigang stage for over a year. This time, he had finally reached the critical point. However, due to the characteristics of cultivating the Divine Illumination Sutra, each breakthrough required dissipating one's power to forcibly expand the meridians.

The risk of Shen Lang's breakthrough was high. Any mistake could result in complete loss of power, or worse, severed meridians and death.

Thus, he had to be fully prepared before attempting the breakthrough.

After some thought, he decided to call his master.

Shen Lang's master was an eccentric old man. To Shen Lang, he was invincible, the stingiest, and the most shameless. In the past, when he spied on Widow Wang bathing, Shen Lang had to keep watch for him.

"You unfilial grandson, finally remember to call your old man? What's the matter this time?" A loud voice came from the other end of the phone.

Shen Lang was used to his master's attitude. Despite being lecherous, the old man knew him well.

"Master, I'm about to break through," Shen Lang said seriously over the phone.

"Oh." The old man fell silent, then suddenly asked in a grave tone, "How long can you suppress your qi?"

Shen Lang pondered for a moment and replied, "As long as I don't cultivate or use my qi extensively, three months shouldn't be a problem."

"Alright, handle it yourself. Call me if anything happens," the old man shouted before preparing to hang up.

After setting down the phone, Shen Lang felt reassured. It wasn't beneficial to attempt a breakthrough immediately. Suppressing his qi for a while, allowing it to stabilize before seeking a breakthrough, would increase his chances of success.

However, this meant Shen Lang couldn't use his qi, significantly reducing his strength.

After a moment of contemplation, Shen Lang quickly calmed down. In the real world, true experts were exceedingly rare. Even without using his qi, his skills were more than enough to navigate society confidently.

Protecting Su Ruoxue for three months was naturally not a problem.

When he walked out of the bedroom, Su Ruoxue, who had been sleeping on the sofa, groggily opened her eyes.

Noticing the blanket covering her, Su Ruoxue was slightly taken aback.

"Miss Su, you're awake?" Shen Lang smiled as he brought her a cup of warm milk.

Su Ruoxue never expected this man to have such a thoughtful side, feeling a bit touched in her heart.

Just as she was about to speak, she noticed one side of her face felt cool and a bit damp...

Shen Lang smiled and handed her a couple of tissues.

Su Ruoxue instinctively took the tissues, realizing she must have drooled while she was sleeping.

Oh no, my terrible sleeping habits must have been fully exposed to this guy! Su Ruoxue's face instantly turned red, wishing she could crawl under the table.

Seeing Shen Lang looking at her with a faint smile, Su Ruoxue quickly wiped away the drool, embarrassed and annoyed, "Don't... don't laugh at me!"

Shen Lang chuckled, "Why would I laugh at you? I actually think you look quite cute when you're sleeping."

"You still say that!" Su Ruoxue huffed, who wants to be called cute like that?

"Alright, alright, it's getting late. You should go to bed. We have work tomorrow." Shen Lang laughed.

Su Ruoxue stole a glance at Shen Lang, curiously asking, "When... when did you get back?"

"Not long ago," Shen Lang replied.

"Oh, it's already so late. I never expected you and a beauty to have such a long chat," Su Ruoxue sneered.

Shen Lang scratched his head, feeling that Su Ruoxue's resentment was quite strong.

Su Ruoxue herself realized this, blushing slightly, "Don't misunderstand. I just wanted to remind you that you're my nominal fiancé. You should at least play the part. If you're out flirting with other women, what will people think?"

"If I really wanted to flirt with women, why would I need to pretend to be your fiancé? Alright, I'm going to sleep. You should rest early too." Shen Lang retorted.

Seeing Shen Lang's indifferent attitude, Su Ruoxue felt a bit uneasy, but then she thought, wasn't she eager for Shen Lang to leave? Why should she care so much?

Feeling a bit conflicted, Su Ruoxue hugged the blanket and went upstairs to sleep.

The next morning.

Shen Lang yawned groggily as he got up and headed towards the bathroom.

Just as he opened the bathroom door, with one foot inside, he was met with Su Ruoxue's high-pitched scream.

"Ah!!!"

Hearing the scream, Shen Lang instantly woke up completely. He saw Su Ruoxue sitting on the toilet, her beautiful legs curled up, wearing a sky-blue lace-trimmed nightgown, the buttons of which were undone, revealing a glimpse of her ample, snowy white bosom.

Her long, jade-like legs, slender waist, and perky buttocks.

Even though it was just a fleeting glance, it still gave Shen Lang a considerable amount of stimulation. He had to admit, this perfect figure was exactly his type.

"Get out! Get out right now!" Su Ruoxue's face turned crimson all the way to her ears. She hurriedly covered her key parts and furiously threw a cosmetics magazine at Shen Lang's head.

"Sor... sorry, I didn't mean to."

Shen Lang, smiling apologetically, glanced a few more times at the enticing sight before quickly exiting the bathroom, closing the door behind him quietly.