Chapter 127 Lu Ming, the group owner, exposed?! Zhu Zhuqing can't sit still anymore!
"Team leader."
Zhu Zhuqing's voice was soft and gentle, with a rare softness in it.
"Still awake so late? Are you thinking about tomorrow's game?"
"..."
Lu Ming opened his eyes, and the vast scenery immediately came into view. He quickly composed himself, coughed lightly, and said:
"Well, sort of. Tomorrow we'll be facing the Tianshui team. They're all ice-attribute soul masters. They don't pose a big threat, but we can't let our guard down."
Zhu Zhuqing blinked, but instead of straightening up, she moved even closer.
"Actually... there's something I'd like to ask you for help with."
"What is it?" Lu Ming asked.
Zhu Zhuqing sighed, a troubled look on her face.
"My cultivation technique has been stuck at the bottleneck of the first level for a long time. No matter how I circulate my soul power, I can't break through to the peak of perfection."
"If I can't break through using your method, I won't be able to achieve the tenfold cultivation speed."
She paused, looking at Lu Ming with a hint of anticipation in her eyes.
"The competition is tomorrow, and I want to improve my skills a little bit before the match. Even if it's just a small improvement, that would be great."
"..."
In fact, Zhu Zhuqing's cultivation speed is already very fast, reaching seven times that of an ordinary person.
His soul power also advanced rapidly in just a few days, and he was only one step away from reaching level 35.
But Zhu Zhuqing is a perfectionist and a person who craves power.
She didn't want to be left too far behind by Lu Ming.
Looking into her inquisitive eyes, Lu Ming felt a sense of helplessness.
This girl claims to have come to learn about cultivation, but her posture and attire make her look like she's testing the cadre's composure.
"Please sit down."
Lu Ming pointed to the stone bench next to him.
Zhu Zhuqing sat down obediently, with her back to Lu Ming and her back straight.
The silk nightgown clung tightly to her back, outlining her slender waist and rounded hips.
"Relax your whole body and do not resist my soul power."
Lu Ming stood up, walked behind her, and gently placed a hand on her back.
When my palm touched the silky fabric, there was a warm and delicate sensation beneath my palm.
Zhu Zhuqing's body trembled slightly, but she quickly relaxed.
Lu Ming held his breath and concentrated, mobilizing the pure soul power within his body, which had been enhanced by the "Nine Heavens Exquisite Body," and slowly injected it into Zhu Zhuqing's body.
The soul power flowed along her meridians like a gentle stream, and wherever it passed, Zhu Zhuqing felt a warm and comfortable sensation.
"Um..."
She couldn't help but let out a soft hum.
The voice was exceptionally clear in the quiet night, carrying a hint of languor and nasal tone, which made Lu Ming's heart skip a beat.
This is practically a crime.
Lu Ming forcibly calmed his mind and used his soul power to probe her body.
He quickly discovered the problem.
In Zhu Zhuqing's key acupoints, besides the balanced and peaceful soul power, there was also another extremely cold and domineering aura lurking.
Although these two energies do not directly conflict, when they are pushed to their limits, the cold, yin energy will emerge and disrupt the smooth operation of the Xuan Tian Gong.
It's like a few large rocks suddenly blocking the way on a highway; the car's speed naturally can't pick up.
Lu Ming frowned slightly, already understanding the situation.
He withdrew his hand, and the warm sensation in his palm disappeared.
Zhu Zhuqing turned around, still somewhat unsatisfied, her face flushed as if she were drunk.
"So, have you found the cause?"
Lu Ming remained expressionless, sat back down in the rattan chair, picked up the teacup beside him, took a sip, and then slowly said:
"There is indeed a problem with the flow of your meridians. Is it... that you've also been practicing other finger-based martial arts techniques?"
Zhu Zhuqing was taken aback, then nodded subconsciously.
"That's right."
Lu Ming looked at her and calmly analyzed:
"That's right. The claw technique you practice is of a cold nature, with an extreme emphasis on killing and sharpness, belonging to the Yin-cold lineage."
The other practice, while more inclusive, is essentially orthodox Taoist, emphasizing moderation, gentleness, and continuous renewal.
"These two techniques are yin and yang, cold and warm. They coexist peacefully under normal circumstances, but if you try to push them to their limits, the cold yin energy will become an obstacle."
"This is what they call 'biting off more than you can chew,' where the attributes of the cultivation techniques conflict."
"..."
Upon hearing Lu Ming's insightful analysis, a look of shock flashed in Zhu Zhuqing's eyes.
The problem that has been bothering me for so long was seen through by him at a glance?
It turns out that the Nine Yin White Bone Claw was too insidious and vicious, causing a rejection.
"Then what should I do?"
Zhu Zhuqing asked somewhat anxiously.
Lu Ming put down his teacup, about to offer some pointers, when he suddenly realized something.
etc.
What did I just say?
Claw techniques? A rather unorthodox approach?
His description just now was clearly aimed at the characteristics of the "Nine Yin White Bone Claw".
Zhu Zhuqing practiced the "Nine Yin White Bone Claw" as a reward she received from a red envelope in a chat group.
Apart from the people in the group, no one in real life knows about this!
Even Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu didn't know exactly what she was practicing.
Lu Ming's heart skipped a beat.
Oops, I let it slip.
As expected, Zhu Zhuqing's beautiful eyes widened suddenly, staring intently at Lu Ming, her eyes filled with disbelief.
"Captain... how did you know I practice the Nine Yin White Bone Claw?"
She never demonstrated this technique to Lu Ming, nor did she ever mention its name.
She herself was still exploring the characteristics of this technique, so how could Lu Ming know so much about it?
unless...
Is he a member of the group?
Or perhaps, he knows someone in the group?
The air seemed to freeze for a moment.
Looking at Zhu Zhuqing's probing gaze, Lu Ming felt a cold sweat instantly break out on his back.
This girl is too perceptive.
If I admit it now, wouldn't all the aloof persona I put on in the group and all the lies I made up to fool them be exposed?
Absolutely cannot admit it!
Lu Ming's mind raced, but his face remained calm and composed, maintaining the air of a superior person.
He chuckled softly, his eyes carrying a hint of "you underestimate me."
"Nine Yin White Bone Claw? That's a fitting name."
Lu Ming shook his head, looking like a well-informed person.
"Although I don't know where you learned this skill, all martial arts in the world lead to the same goal."
"I understand acupoints and meridians, and I'm also proficient in martial arts techniques. Just now, when I was examining your body, I felt a chilling energy gathering on the meridians of your ten fingers, exuding a sinister, ghostly aura."
"This kind of martial art is recorded in many ancient books. It is called something like Netherworld Ghost Claw or White Bone Claw."
I was just guessing casually, but judging from your reaction, I guessed right?
"..."
(End of chapter)