CHAPTER IX

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Red Misuzu sat cross-legged in front of the door of the Red Devil Pavilion, her eyes closed, judging by her even breathing and her bobbing chest...... She just seemed to be asleep.

However, this is not the case.

Although Hong Meiling always has a helpless, heartless smile on her face, she is a martial artist with deep martial arts cultivation after all. This kind of sleep-like posture is only the result of spiritual practice.

Cultivation is an exercise and an act to make oneself stronger. However, Misuzu's workout is really far from the kind of behavior that ordinary people remember.

There was not a trace of sweat on her clean face, only the tranquility of the mirror.

However, the so-called cultivation and exercise should be more intense.

β€”β€”β€”β€” so-called exercise, in essence, is just a struggle against pain.

Constant abuse of oneself and a head-on confrontation with pain, so that the torn muscle fibers grow back and become stronger. This pain lasts until the end, and after all, it is physical exhaustion that has nothing to do with the will.

If you think of combat as a kind of practice, a kind of exercise, then it is even more pure.

Both sides of the battle, in order to reach each other, mercilessly turned the five bodies into unimaginable terrorist weapons...... Hammers, blades, and even spears inflict pain on the flesh of their opponents.

…… This kind of exercise lasted for 100 years in the beginning.

From the possession of the human form to the present, it has lasted in pain for a hundred years.

As a result of her substitution, she had a much stronger body than she had now.

There isn't much difference in appearance, but if the current body is made of copper, it used to be made of steel.

The powerful wrist force that can easily dent the ground, and the sword can't damage the body in the slightest, how powerful this isβ€”β€”β€”β€” it is indeed powerful, but Hong Misuzu also knows that this is only powerful.

In this world, there is still ...... Beings beyond the concept of mighty. Like her sister, her teacher.

Imaginable gods, as well as big monsters comparable to gods, they can't be described as powerfulβ€”β€”β€”β€” can they be used to describe natural disasters such as tsunamis and hurricanes?

It was a horror that Red Misuzu could never match, and her proud power was no different from dust.

Exercise your body to the realm of the gods...... That's not entirely impossible. But that's something that only a genius can do in thousands of years. And Misuzu is not even a genius, she is just a mediocre youkai.

This also means that she stops there.

Her body has reached the limit of exercise, the limit of her talents. There is no possibility of going up again.

The strength that has been cultivated through continuous training has finally come to an end.

However, what does it mean for a warrior to stand still...... You don't have to say it to understand how tragic this is.

Even Misuzu, who is cheerful by nature, will never be able to accept this ending with a smile.

But...... It's not complete despair, even if the road has come to an end, there is another way to go.

Abandon the path that is now impossible to move forward and pursue another path. This is not a difficult thing to choose, however, the strength that has been cultivated at the expense of oneself at the expense of oneself also means that this choice also means giving up this power, and all the time spent in a hundred years and the pain suffered have all come to naught.

Giving up her existing strengthβ€”β€”β€”β€” her heartache was deeper than the pain she had endured in order to gain it.

But she still said goodbye to the pure physical power and turned to devote herself to a more profound practice.

Obviously, her teacher had already shown her the most suitable path for her at the beginning, but she still obsessively wanted to show off this strength, and it was not until she was at the end of her rope that she woke upβ€”β€”β€”β€” Misuzu couldn't help but shed tears for her stupidity.

Her humanization technique is an extremely perfect technique granted by her teacher, not only the appearance is the same as that of a human being, but even the three yin, three yang, twelve canons, and 657 acupuncture points in the body exist together. This means that Hong Misuzu can practice the so-called Qi cultivation technique.

Qi, Qi ...... The energy that exists in Feng Shui is also the crystallization of wisdom. This never-before-encountered realm can be said to be infinitely profound, and the difficulty of placing oneself in the all-encompassing airways is far more difficult and lengthy than building muscles.

Practicing boxing in the rushing river and meditating in the forest, all of this is for mastering the principles of boxing and mastering qi.

And muscles are such things,It's going to lose its original strength because you don't deliberately exercise.,As the year passes,Misuzu's physique,The physique that was beyond the average youkai gradually returned to a normal levelβ€”β€”β€”β€” facing such a self,She really felt annoyed.。

Howeverβ€”β€”β€”β€” no matter how happy every day is, how cruel every day is, in the end, you will still get used to it, whether it is a person or a monster.

After spending more time than a hundred years, she has mastered the fist theory in her hands, and even if her muscles are not as strong as before, the qi circulating throughout her body can make her burst out with even more terrifying power.

Even if you say that, there's nothing wrong with that...... She, Red Misuzu, has become stronger.

But...... It's not enough, I want to.

Red Misuzu is not satisfied with this. She's going to get stronger.

Passionately thirsting for greater strength, she has been practicing to this day.

And then β€”β€”β€”β€”

"Heh......

A chuckle suddenly came from his ears. It was a clear voice that belonged to men.

Someone approached her without her noticing, and realizing this, Misuzu couldn't stay calm anymore and opened her eyes suddenly.

"Wow!"

The face that was close at hand made her startled.

Honestly, it was a beautiful, good-looking face, but the problem was that β€”β€”β€”β€” was so close!

It seems that the tips of the noses of the two sides will meet when they are close to a millimeter or two, and Misuzu does a backflip while sitting cross-legged, widening the distance between the two sides.

γ€Œβ€¦β€¦β€¦β€¦β€¦β€¦β€¦β€¦ That ......."

But isn't this reaction a little too drastic?

Just when Misuzu was embarrassed by this, the other party opened her mouth casually.

"Good response, Misuzu."

The man who was half-squatting stood up and said with a shameful face.

I don't know if he didn't realize that he was the culprit for this reaction, or if he deliberately ignored it. All in all, his calm attitude did greatly ease Misuzu's nervousness.

"Whew, Mr. Feili, you're really scary."

With a long sigh of relief, the door general looked at Bayi Feili with a little complaint. But having said that, when the eyes were on the pair of flying eyes, Misuzu suddenly felt a wonderful shame from the bottom of her heart for no reason, and that bit of complaint disappeared immediately.

Because...... The gaze cast at her was so gentle that Misuzu would feel very embarrassed when she looked at her.

It was the first time for Misuzu to be treated so gently.

Her teacher, her sister...... It's all good to her, but it's very strict. And in the hundred years that she has served as the doorman of the Red Devil Pavilion, she has indeed been taken care of by many people, Miss Sakiya, and Lord Remilia are also very good people...... However, the kind of look in their eyes always makes Misuzu feel like "did I do something wrong" all the time.

However, because she is used to being treated harshly, once she is looked at with gentle eyes, Misuzu will feel uncomfortable. Her reaction is a good proof of that.

"It's really my fault, please forgive me for my rashness."

Even if it is a martial god, it is unlikely that he will take care of everyone's heart in every detail. I didn't feel that it was a shame to apologize to Misuzu at all, and Feili apologized for his faux pas with impeccable sincerity.

However, his next sentence made things even more bizarre.