Strange, they're all our disciples. Didn't see those old farts?

Then what was that chilling murderous aura just now?

Li Guishen rubbed his eyes vigorously, then looked around with wide eyes, the shadow over his heart eased, and the fierce look on his face faded away.

"Master, do we have enemies? I haven't heard you mention them before?" Hong Ya asked suspiciously, tilting her head.

Zhao Zhixin's face was dark as he said, "Master, if we have enemies, why don't we take the disciples and go hunt them down?"

Wang Yu nodded, and for once, managed a complete sentence, showing his deep confusion: "Master, you always teach us to eliminate the roots, strike first to gain the upper hand. How can you let the enemies live?"

Hong Ya patted her small chest, showing a bit of fear on her face.

She swallowed her saliva and muttered, "Yeah, Master, if we don't kill all the enemies, I can't close my eyes when I sleep at night. First senior brother can't enjoy his meals, second senior sister has to hold a knife when bathing, third senior brother has to keep a poison needle in his mouth when talking, and fourth senior brother gets distracted when hitting the Iron Man Post..."

"Stop, stop, stop!" Li Guishen hurriedly stopped Hong Ya's rambling, feeling a headache coming on.

Liu Xie stepped forward, looking somewhat serious, "Are the enemies too strong, so the disciples can't help Master?"

Li Guishen looked at the most steady Liu Xie and quickly shook his head: "It's really because Master had too many enemies back then, we don't have enough manpower."

Liu Xie frowned: "No matter how many enemies, if you keep killing with all your strength every day, there's bound to be a day when they're all wiped out."

Before Li Guishen could speak, Liu Xie pointed at Feng Mu, who was eavesdropping on the floor, and said, "If Master thinks we don't have enough people, just recruit a couple more disciples. I think with a little training, Feng Mu can quickly join us in killing."

Feng Mu's face twitched, shivering internally as he listened.

Even though he suspected the Douqiong Martial Arts Hall wasn't simple, hearing them talk so openly about killing in front of a prospective disciple still shattered the limits of Feng Mu's imagination.

According to the tales and stories, the Douqiong Martial Arts Hall didn't have even a shred of orthodox sect likeness; it was definitely a cult from the Demon Sect.

The master is an old demon, and the seven disciples he taught are all crooked, a whole line of little demons.

Yet... it feels strangely compatible with me!

Li Guishen looked at the good disciples he had trained, feeling both gratified and headache.

He composed himself, coughed, and said: "No way, those old folks are cunning, fearing Master's reputation, have been hiding for decades, and as a teacher I haven't been able to find their tracks."

Liu Xie understood and then said: "Then after Master tells us the enemy's information, we disciples will find them together and will certainly find them one day."

Hong Ya and the other disciples nodded in agreement, and even Yuan Xidi on the ground was nodding towards the floor.

Feng Mu remained silent, with his wisdom, he naturally heard that the subject in Li Guishen's words might need to be reversed to be the truth.

He didn't wish to expose it and quietly buried his head in the ground.

Li Guishen laughed heartily, loudly praising, then changed the topic: "You just said this kid injured the fourth brother?"

Liu Xie replied: "First senior brother wanted the fourth brother to test his mettle. You know fourth brother's temperament, a bit nuts, and this kid, though seemingly dull, actually isn't easy to deal with."

Liu Xie, in a few words, recounted the scenes on the stage earlier to Li Guishen.

Hong Ya, on the side, added a few embellishments from time to time.

Li Guishen pondered for a moment, then asked: "So, that chilling murderous aura earlier was emitted by this kid alone?"

"Yes!" Several disciples answered in unison.

Li Guishen frowned at first, muttering "how peculiar," then his eyes lit up, and his eyeballs spun around, chuckling darkly.

"Ruthless and strong-willed, brave and powerful. A good seedling indeed."

Li Guishen moved like a monkey, silently squatting next to Feng Mu, his hand dry and slender like a withered branch, grabbing Feng Mu's nape.

With just a light grab and lift, Feng Mu was immobilized, his bones seemed to lose control, being horizontally lifted into the air, shaking peculiarly from skin to flesh to bone like a sieve.

As if an invisible force or a thread was running through the spine behind his neck throughout his entire body, manipulating every bone and muscle he had.

"Loose skin, lax flesh, inferior."

"Short, stiff tendons, inferior."

"Blood deficient, spirit full, moderate."

"Misaligned bone shape, inferior."

"Bone flexibility, inferior!"

"Bone density, excellent!"

"Bone strength, excellent!"

Feng Mu stared in astonishment at the old man who resembled a skinny monkey, listening wide-eyed as he listed the characteristics of his Root Bone like naming dishes, the old man's expression changed like a face-changing monkey, with frowns and grins, his demeanor constantly shifting.

"Both strange and peculiar, the old man using Bone Identification Skill to feel your bone, yet unable to determine its quality?"

"According to the Bone Identification Skill, you should have an inferior Root Bone, but strangely... huh, haha."

"If the bone is too weak and underwhelming, why is the bone sturdy and powerful, and if the bone is sturdy and powerful, how can it be inferior and lacking blood, isn't that contradictory?"

"It's like a lump of clay, initially crafted crudely by a mischievous child, a mess, but finally shaped by a master with a touch of refinement, enhancing its quality?"

"Or like a piece of rusty iron, coarse and undesirable, yet picked up by a blacksmith, hammered and refined, although still rough, inside it has become usable cast iron?"

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