Rise from a Low-class Family to Martial Artist

Chapter 345: Chapter 109: Jiang Duanchao: You Can’t Comprehend Shit!

”Senior Sister Jiang?”

Lin Chen, having heard the news from the back mountain, returned to the village and was stunned when he saw Jiang Qing, hardly able to believe his eyes.

The usual high ponytail of Senior Sister Jiang was gone, and her tight clothes were replaced, transforming her clean image. The ripple-patterned ruqun dress accentuated her fair swan neck, and the outline of her Liu Mei brows added a touch of softness, with almond eyes pure and bright beneath her long lashes.

At this moment, she smiled softly, dimples appearing faintly; although lacking the intoxicating allure of a mature woman, it was enough to dazzle anyone.

If Senior Sister Jiang dressed like this in the martial arts hall, she’d be the youthful muse of countless students!

”What, Junior Brother Lin no longer recognizes me?”

Jiang Qing playfully approached Lin Chen, leaning her delicate head forward as her big eyes blinked. Her lips parted slightly, revealing her teeth, and from such a close distance, Lin Chen could even smell the fragrance emanating from the young maiden.

”Recogn... I do recognize, just that today’s Senior Sister...”

”What’s wrong with me today?”

”Beautiful.”

Jiang Qing huffed lightly, ”Is Junior Brother Lin saying that Senior Sister wasn’t beautiful before?”

”You’re exceptionally beautiful today.”

As the young man’s words fell, the young maiden’s cheeks flushed like peach blossoms, and her long lashes trembled slightly, making her somewhat unwilling to meet the lad’s earnest gaze.

”Ahem, Qing’Er, what are you doing here?”

Just as an atmosphere slowly rose around the young pair, an untimely cough echoed from nearby.

Jiang Duanchao approached with a darkened face, and Jiang Qing looked at her father, her bashful flush fading as she pinched her skirt hem and dashed over with small steps: ”Father, this is the Junior Brother Lin I mentioned.”

”Greetings, Uncle Jiang.”

Lin Chen couldn’t fathom why Lord Jiang’s gaze towards him was filled with malice?

There was no reason for it.

Both him and Lord Jiang hailed from Linhu Village; if Lord Jiang still harbored grievances against Linhu Village, he wouldn’t have shown up here today.

Moreover, if there were any resentments, they would be with the village chief and other elders from back in the day, not with the juniors like himself.

”So you’re Lin Chen, is it?”

Jiang Duanchao indeed harbored a desire to kill the lad before him; had he not intervened vocally, the boy would have almost taken advantage of Qing’Er.

”Exactly, sir.”

”Since we’re both from Linhu Village, as an elder, I’ll impart some pointers to you.”

Upon hearing that Lord Jiang intended to guide him, Lin Chen’s first instinct wasn’t joy but wariness.

With the malice in Lord Jiang’s eyes earlier, he feared the elder’s intent wasn’t guidance but rather a ’casual’ slap to death.

”Rest assured, I’ll suppress my strength to the Opening Acupoints Realm. Since you’ve left your mark on Martial Arts Mountain three times, whether opening twenty or twenty-four acupoints makes little difference to you.”

Jiang Duanchao indeed wanted to give Lin Chen a beating, but with his dear daughter watching, he could only use guidance as an excuse.

”Alright.”

Lin Chen understood well; there was no escaping this upcoming beating.

He wasn’t truly foolish; in Uncle Jiang’s eyes, he was likely no different from Yellow Hair.

”Father, suppressing yourself to the Opening Acupoints Realm isn’t fair to Lin Chen. He’s only opened twenty acupoints; you should at least suppress yourself to fifteen acupoints for fairness.”

Jiang Qing frowned from the side, but Lin Chen quickly interjected: ”Senior Sister, it’s fine. Uncle Jiang merely wants to guide me, regardless of strength suppression.”

Oh, my dear Senior Sister Jiang.

Each word you speak in my defense only makes your father more vicious in his impending actions; this isn’t persuasion, it’s fuel to the fire.

Regarding the strength where to suppress oneself to fifteen acupoints – isn’t it entirely up to your father? If he discreetly boosts his strength, who’d detect it?

”Okay.”

Jiang Duanchao agreed readily, after all, strength suppression was at his discretion.

Seeing Uncle Jiang agree so quickly, Lin Chen knew his assessment was correct.

”Please impart your guidance, Uncle Jiang.”

Whether sticking one’s neck out or pulling it back, either way it would be a sword strike.

Since this beating was unavoidable, Lin Chen didn’t hesitate, cupping his hands in salute.

Observing Lin Chen’s quick adjustment and the shift in his previously introverted demeanor to a more assertive one, Jiang Duanchao had a hint of admiration in his eyes.

Indeed a prodigy.

Forget it, he wouldn’t bully the lad; he’d suppress his strength to the Opening Acupoints of twenty.

To Jiang Duanchao, even with his strength suppressed to twenty acupoints, exploiting only the Qi Blood contained within the twenty acupoints far surpassed an ordinary Opening Acupoints Realm. But considering Lin Chen left a mark on Martial Arts Mountain, his Qi Blood also far exceeded other youths with twenty acupoints; in this regard, it wasn’t an advantage.

The only real advantage lay in martial skill techniques during their contest.

”Senior Jiang, my apologies in advance.”

Lin Chen certainly wouldn’t wait for the opponent’s first move; as soon as he finished speaking, his body shot forward, unleashing the Wind and Cloud Palm accompanied by the rumbling sounds of wind and thunder.

Beside him, watching, Jiang Qing, seeing Lin Chen’s palm technique, had a trace of doubt in her bright eyes. Junior Brother Lin’s technique seemed somewhat similar to the Water Cloud Palm yet differed in its presentation, conveying more elegance than the Water Cloud Palm’s softness-overcomes-hardness.

Jiang Duanchao stood with hands behind his back, unmoved, until Lin Chen was right in front of him, when his right hand suddenly struck out, invisible yet precisely capturing Lin Chen’s genuine form amidst the myriad palm shadows.

Pa!

The palms collided, and Lin Chen’s body retreated a few steps, while Jiang Duanchao remained proudly unmoving.

Suffering a setback in one move, Lin Chen wasn’t surprised; he hadn’t fully exerted himself, merely probing the level of strength suppression Senior Jiang employed.