Where does that wicked woman get her conscience?

Chapter 276 Training Ground

Before the morning mist had even dissipated, Guan Xun and his companions had already arrived on the north side.

However, as soon as they arrived, they heard deafening shouts, each one rougher than the last.

The disciples were lined up, their lines straight and upright as if they were rooted to the ground.

Some people were practicing their boxing stances, their fists striking out with a whooshing sound. After being exposed to the morning light for a while, beads of sweat dripped down their chins.

Others, however, were wielding magical weapons, their moves simple and straightforward.

Several people were squatting around the competition platforms, looking rather lazy.

But the beads of sweat on their foreheads were dazzlingly bright, and they were trickling down their necks into their collars, clearly indicating that they had just rested and hadn't caught their breath yet.

By this time, the disciples had already trained until their muscles and bones were burning hot, and there wasn't a single person wandering around the training ground.

The attire of Guan Xun and his companions naturally attracted everyone's attention. In an instant, the shouts around them subsided, and dozens of gazes suddenly turned towards them, their youthful sharpness fixed on them.

"This place is much more spacious than I imagined," Guan Xun said casually, glancing around.

As far as the eye could see, there were real training grounds, with wooden stakes, stone locks, shooting ranges, and so on, stretching as far as the eye could see. Even the air was filled with a strong spiritual energy, and taking a light breath made one feel heavy in the chest.

Zhuge Zhao walked at the front, constantly looking around, his eyes scanning the entire area as if searching for something.

Suddenly he stopped in his tracks, his gaze falling on the blue stone stool next to the arena, where several disciples were sitting and taking a break.

His eyes suddenly lit up, and he pointed in that direction, turning back to say, "Sister, let's go over there."

"Xiao Zhao!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than someone shouted from ahead. Zhuge Zhao waved his hand in that direction, responded, and then grabbed Bai Ze and strode over.

Along the way, disciples kept waving and greeting Zhuge Zhao, but their eyes all fell on the two people behind him, their eyes filled with a clear sense of inquiry.

They were naturally curious about the sudden arrival of new people on the north side.

Before Zhuge Tianxia could announce the news of Guan Xun's recognition to the entire True Instruction Hall, and since these disciples were usually focused on cultivation and oblivious to the outside world, naturally no one recognized her.

One of Zhuge Zhao's disciples, who was familiar with him, called out loudly, "Little Zhao, why did you bring two unfamiliar faces to the training ground today?"

"Go away, go away." Zhuge Zhao scratched his head awkwardly and waved his hand to shoo him away: "Don't ask too many questions."

He quickened his pace and led the group to the group that had called him earlier.

"Ah Xing, why are you slacking off today?"

"Get lost, I just warmed up." The tall, thin man named Ah Xing said, showing off his muscles. "I haven't seen you around for a while, I guess you're the one slacking off."

"Hahaha……"

The group chatted familiarly for a few minutes. Zhuge Zhao seemed to be more familiar with these people, and their noisy chatter startled a few sparrows on the treetops.

After they had finished teasing each other, they all turned their gaze to the two people standing behind them.

Ah Xing was the first to stop laughing, crossed his arms, and asked, "Who are these two unfamiliar faces?"

Zhuge Zhao didn't rush to introduce her. Instead, he turned to look at Guan Xun and saw that she had no intention of introducing herself. He knew that she probably didn't want to make a fuss.

He immediately waved his hand and changed the subject, shouting, "What, are you curious? I'm just here to practice."

"Practice?"

Upon hearing this, the people standing nearby exchanged glances, and then one of them couldn't help but chuckle.

Ah Xing looked Guan Xun up and down a few times. Seeing her slender figure and frail appearance, he immediately shook his head and teased, "Is this body any good? Are you sure she's here to practice? There are different levels in the training ground. If you want to practice, you have to go to the area for spirit masters below level five."

As he spoke, he pointed to the right.

"Hehe." Zhuge Zhao chuckled, crossed his arms, and raised his voice, "You'd better remember what you just said, or my sister will get angry and beat you all to the ground!"

"Huh?" Ah Xing was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter, slapping his thigh repeatedly and saying, "Knock me down? Are you sure? Why don't we have a match right now and see who knocks whom down?"

Zhuge Zhao originally brought Guan Xun along just to join in the fun and pass the time, but he didn't expect the other party to actually challenge him.

He was stunned.

However, before he could even speak to smooth things over, Guan Xun suddenly curled his lips and uttered a few words indifferently: "Fine, I'll spar with you."

Upon seeing this, Zhuge Zhao immediately shut his mouth, exchanged a knowing look with Bai Ze, and then both took two steps back, consciously making room for him.

He shrugged and didn't say another word.

The group on stage were slightly taken aback, then burst into thunderous laughter, their laughter full of mockery.

"Watching a play. Watching a play."

Everyone else tactfully retreated to the edge of the platform, but Ah Xing remained standing in the center of the platform.

He cracked his knuckles, a sneer playing on his lips: "Little girl, I won't hold back later..."

Before the last word had even finished, Guan Xun's figure rose from the ground like a wisp of green smoke, his toes lightly touching the edge of the bluestone platform, and he landed steadily opposite him.

Before the opponent could even get into position, she raised her hand and struck out with a palm strike. There was no dazzling light bursting from her palm, only a very faint layer of white mist that appeared and disappeared.

As the palm strike brushed against the air, it emitted a low hum, heading straight for the opponent's heart.

Ah Xing's expression changed drastically, and he was secretly shocked. Such speed!

He hastily tried to sidestep and block, but the force was like a persistent, intractable wound, impossible to avoid.

"Oh!"

A muffled thud rang out, and the force of the palm struck his chest squarely.

Instantly, he felt as if he had been struck by a heavy blow. A sweet taste rose in his throat and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. His body flew backward without any resistance and slammed hard against the railing of the competition platform.

A deafening roar suddenly erupted, and his body went limp and slid to the ground, unable to move for a long time.

one move.

But in an instant.

The laughter from the sidelines abruptly stopped, as if the entire training ground had been put on pause.

The disciples, who had just been all smiles, now stared dumbfounded at the slender figure on the platform, their hearts filled with disbelief.

"Clang!" Someone dropped their weapon to the ground, instinctively rubbing their eyes, seriously doubting that they had seen wrong.

"one move?"

"Am I wrong?"

"Looking at his frail appearance, how did he manage to take down Ah Xing, a notoriously tough guy, in one move?"

……

There was a murmur of surprise from those around them, but Zhuge Zhao and Bai Ze leaned against a wooden stake not far away, their expressions calm, their eyes even carrying a hint of self-righteousness.

This result was exactly what they expected.

Ah Xing struggled to lift his upper body, his eyes filled with shock, and the dull pain in his chest was still spreading.

The seemingly ordinary yet incredibly powerful spiritual energy that Guan Xun had just possessed was still lingering in his body, making his breathing tremble.

Guan Xun glanced at him, then flicked his wrist to dispel the faint white mist, leaving not a trace of spiritual energy fluctuation at his fingertips.

She stood calmly, as if the slap she had just delivered had merely brushed away the dust that had settled on her shoulder.

"Ah Xing, are you feeling alright?" Zhuge Zhao couldn't help but grin and tease, raising his chin at the person on the ground. "I wasn't joking with you, was I? I told you before not to underestimate anyone, but you wouldn't listen."

"Sigh." Ah Xing gritted his teeth and used the railing to get up, trying to suppress the dull pain in his chest. His steps were very unsteady.

He looked like he was in extreme pain.

The surrounding disciples swarmed around him and quickly reached out to help him up.

Many people stared at Guan Xun on the high platform, their astonishment still lingering. They shook their heads and sighed, "I'm impressed. His strength is truly undeniable. If I were to go up there, I would be a complete failure."

Ah Xing was only twenty-five, still quite arrogant at that age. He blushed and cupped his hands towards Guan Xun, his tone full of sincere admiration: "I underestimated you. Your strength is truly remarkable, young lady. I am completely convinced of my defeat."

As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to suddenly remember something important, his eyes lit up, and his tone abruptly changed: "By the way! With your skills, young lady, you could totally join the Upper Residence Pavilion transport team."

Upon hearing this, Guan Xun raised his eyebrows slightly, a rare hint of interest appearing in his eyes.

She took a half step forward, somewhat curious: "Upper Residence Transport Team?"