That night, Fan Xian stared blankly at the radish on the chopping board with a kitchen knife in his hand. From then on, after digging graves, dissecting corpses, and chopping them into pieces, he began the second extremely beneficial yet extremely miserable learning process of his life.

He sometimes felt that life was really interesting. Out of nowhere, he had two teachers with peculiar personalities who didn't seem to care about his unusually precocious nature. Moreover, Fei Jie and Wu Zhu taught him how to use poison and killing techniques, and the methods they used were quite perverted.

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Late at night, a very slight tapping sound came from the back room of the grocery store. Wu Zhu turned sideways and said coldly, "You're chopping very slowly today."

Fan Xian wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at the pile of shredded radishes in front of him that had accumulated into a small mountain, smiled slightly, and moved his right arm. He found that after practicing shredding radishes for several years, his speed was almost the same as Uncle Wu Zhu's, and the thickness was also approaching consistency. However, his right arm swelled and then subsided, ached and then healed. Even after practicing until today, shredding radishes still made a sound. Fan Xian knew that he was still far from Wu Zhu's realm of controlling the knife in his hand.

Although he didn't understand what help shredding radishes had for cultivating martial arts, when he thought that Wu Zhu was an unparalleled master who could fight against the Four Grandmasters, Fan Xian felt that shredding these radishes was quite enjoyable, and he actually shredded them with the feeling of playing jazz drums.

Naturally, the training he received from Wu Zhu was far more than just this. There were also very cliché things like squatting stances and climbing cliffs, but Wu Zhu's training requirements were too perverted. He squatted in a horse stance until he couldn't squat on the toilet, chopped vegetables until his hands cramped, and ran until he couldn't wake up.

The most painful thing was: every three days, Wu Zhu would spar with him in a remote place outside Danzhou Port—or rather, it was the peerless master, the blind Wu Zhu, violently beating the underage child Fan Xian.

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This was truly a praiseworthy and tearful childhood. And Wu Zhu said that this was how the Miss trained her subordinates back then.

Fan Xian was very troubled by these three principles and one major requirement—the so-called three principles and one major requirement referred to: starting from difficulty, strictness, and practical needs, conducting large-scale training. This was the most useful method for Chinese athletes to sweep gold medals in Fan Xian's previous life.

However, Fan Xian still had no complaints and did all these things with a slightly shy smile on his face. On the surface, it was because he kept his promise, but in reality, it was because his mind, which was far beyond his age, made him know that all of this was of great benefit to him.

The nameless domineering Zhenqi in his body had become increasingly violent in recent years. Although the Snow Mountain at the back of his waist could accommodate it outside the Dantian, his body, which was not fully developed, was still somewhat unable to withstand the invasion of Zhenqi in the meridians. The phenomenon of Zhenqi overflowing would often occur, and whenever this happened, some furniture and other things around him would suffer.

If this situation was allowed to continue, one day, the speed at which Zhenqi accumulated would exceed the speed at which the body's meridians matured, causing him to explode and die.

However, unexpectedly, the blind Wu Zhu really had no method to subdue the violent Zhenqi in his body. He just made him constantly exercise his body, adjusting the functions of his whole body to an excellent state, and then used the method of shredding radishes to train his mind, not in a hurry, and over the years, imperceptibly, he stabilized his control over Zhenqi a lot.

Regarding death, no one in this world had as much experience as Fan Xian, so no one was more afraid of death and cherished life more than him. Therefore, when he knew that Wu Zhu's training was very helpful for him to overcome the side effects brought about by the Domineering Qi, he silently persevered.

Fan Xian later thought carefully and realized the deep meaning hidden in Wu Zhu's actions. If Zhenqi was a furnace fire, and he was the furnace, then exercising his muscles and functions was equivalent to building a solid furnace, and exercising his mind and tempering his spirit was equivalent to opening a small opening in the furnace, which could effectively control the fire.

As for being hammered hard by Wu Zhu every day, Fan Xian could only explain it himself: this was starting from actual combat in the "three principles and one major requirement," and iron cannot become steel without hammering.

But… it really hurt.

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Early in the morning, Fan Xian woke up from the bed, rubbed his slightly numb eyes, got up, and jumped into the maid's quilt, sniffing the gentle fragrance remaining in the quilt, and pouted, feeling nine points of satisfaction.

The maid, Si Si, was combing her hair with a comb. When she found him getting up, she smiled and walked to her bed, forcibly dragged the boy who was twisting her bedding like an octopus, and without even combing her hair, she simply tidied it up and got up to prepare hot water for morning washing.

Having come to this world for many years, Fan Xian had long been accustomed to this corrupt life of being served hand and foot, so he waited for the maid to return while yawning. Unexpectedly, after waiting for a long time, he almost fell back to sleep, but he still didn't get the hot towel on his face.

Not knowing what had happened, he vaguely heard scolding sounds from the courtyard. Fan Xian put on his clothes himself and curiously pushed the door open and walked out, and immediately saw something that made him very unhappy.

In the garden, Housekeeper Zhou, who was obviously a little listless, was scolding the maid Si Si very fiercely. It seemed that the reason was that Si Si was in a hurry to come out to bring hot water, so her hair was not combed properly and her clothes were not worn neatly. Several maids were surrounding her with fear on their faces.

This Housekeeper Zhou came from Kyoto two years ago. Fan Xian naturally knew that he was sent by that concubine to keep an eye on him. However, for more than a year, this housekeeper had behaved honestly, and Fan Xian had been secretly watching him, so he hadn't found him doing anything, so he had always let him be.

But today, the housekeeper actually scolded his maid, which made Fan Xian very unhappy. He was a very protective person. He squinted his eyes and walked over, pleading with the housekeeper for a few words, but for some reason, the housekeeper was particularly stubborn today and insisted on letting Si Si go to the backyard to receive family law.

Fan Xian frowned, raised his beautiful face and looked at the housekeeper, and said with a hee hee smile, "My maid, I'll take her back and discipline her." This sentence seemed very plain, and even somewhat showed weakness.

The surrounding maids, however, heard some other meaning and became afraid. They wondered whether the biggest hidden danger in the entire Si Nan Earl's residence, the conflict between the two rooms in Kyoto and Danzhou, could still be suppressed.