"As I have heard, the Buddha told Subhuti. Once the Yi Jin Jing is complete, then one may attend to this. This is called the Silent Night Bell, which does not interfere with worldly affairs. During the day, be hurried with clothing and food."
In Du Fei's mind, a golden Vajra Arhat, emanating golden light all over, was chanting words.
Immediately after, the Vajra Arhat stood up and performed a set of boxing techniques.
With every move, mountains collapsed and rivers dried up.
Du Fei felt as if the world before him was trembling because of this boxing technique.
When the Vajra Arhat finished, the name of the boxing technique naturally appeared in Du Fei's mind—the Bodhidharma Fist.
Du Fei slowly opened his eyes, but the boxing technique he had just witnessed continued to echo in his mind.
If he could master this set of techniques, he would be invincible in the world.
His left foot in a bow stance, his upper body straight, he slowly pushed his fist forward.
Du Fei began to repeatedly try to replicate the boxing techniques performed by the Vajra Arhat in his mind.
However, watching was one thing, and practicing it himself was another.
After practicing for more than ten times, he got stuck halfway each time, unable to find the crucial point of exertion, and could not reproduce the aura and power of the Vajra Arhat in his mind.
Fortunately, Du Fei was never a stubborn person. Upon realizing he could not master the Bodhidharma Fist, he decisively gave up.
In his opinion, the Bodhidharma Fist was earth-shattering in power and naturally not something he could master overnight. Thus, instead of forcing himself to practice, it was better to take things slowly.
Putting away the cultivation technique, Du Fei prepared to leave.
Who would have thought that as Du Fei was about to leave, he suddenly saw a grandfather and grandson practicing martial arts not far away.
"Hmm."
After watching for a moment, Du Fei noticed something amiss and couldn't help but let out a soft hum.
However, this sound caused the two who were practicing to stop their movements, and then they walked towards him.
"Stop! You there, stop!"
Du Fei was just preparing to go home, but he didn't expect the grandfather and grandson he had just seen practicing to be heading straight for him.
The younger one, in particular, loudly called out to him.
Du Fei turned to look at the two, his brow furrowed slightly.
"Hey you, were you just peeking at us practicing? The more I call you, the more you run. Could you be a spy sent by some organization?"
The young man said, looking at Du Fei with the gaze of someone looking at a criminal.
As for the elder who was with the young man, his eyebrows furrowed into the shape of the character '川' upon hearing the word 'spy'. Then, his gaze towards Du Fei also held a hint of scrutiny.
"Firstly, I've been here for a while, and I was just about to go home. You, without any reason, are calling me a spy. You are truly unreasonable."
Du Fei felt uncomfortable listening to the young man's words.
This guy, right from the start, adopted an aggressive stance, constantly calling him a spy, as if there was no room for doubt.
"Damn it, you dare to be so audacious? I think you won't shed tears until you see the coffin! Come here!"
The young man was surprised by Du Fei's tough attitude.
In his mind, Du Fei should have been trembling with fear upon being exposed.
But Du Fei's reaction was completely different from what he had expected.
In a moment of urgency, he reached out to grab Du Fei, intending to teach him a lesson.
"Xiao Hao!"
The elder was surprised that his grandson would resort to physical action without even a proper exchange. He immediately called out to stop him.
In his opinion, his grandson's martial arts skills were superb. If an ordinary person were to be firmly grasped by him, they would inevitably suffer some injury.
What if Xiao Hao, in his youthful impetuosity, didn't hold back his strength? That would lead to trouble.
That was why the elder called out to stop him.
However, what happened next completely exceeded the expectations of both the elder and his grandson Xiao Hao.
Xiao Hao's hand stopped a few centimeters away from Du Fei.
No matter how hard he tried, it was as if an invisible wall of air was separating them. He couldn't move forward even an inch.
"Hmph."
At this moment, Du Fei let out a cold snort.
Xiao Hao was sent flying back several meters with a "bang." This was only because Du Fei had held back his strength. If he had used his full power, that single move could have killed Xiao Hao.
"Supreme? You're actually a Supreme?"
Even though his grandson had been sent flying by Du Fei, the elder paid no mind. His eyes, fixed on Du Fei, were filled with irrepressible excitement and disbelief.
Since Du Fei had held back, Xiao Hao merely stumbled and got back up.
Hearing his grandfather's exclamation, he quickly walked over.
"Grandpa, what are you talking about? He's at most a few years older than me. How can he be a Supreme? Didn't you say there are only a handful of Supremes in the entire Huaxia? And they're basically old monsters who haven't appeared in years?"
Xiao Hao heard his grandfather's words. He first looked at Du Fei with shock, and then with an expression of utter disbelief.
The elder was also slowly recovering from his shock. He felt that what his grandson said made sense.
As a top martial artist in Huaxia, the old man was quite renowned.
If another Supreme, such as a top master, had appeared in Huaxia, he would have surely received news.
Furthermore, Du Fei's age was simply too young. Even if he had started cultivating from the womb, he wouldn't have the cultivation of a Supreme.
Thinking this way, the elder's excited mood immediately calmed down a little.
"Young friend, my grandson has been spoiled since childhood, so he speaks a bit aggressively. He didn't mean anything by it just now. I apologize to you on his behalf."
Although his earlier excitement had subsided, the fact that Du Fei could so easily send his grandson Xiao Hao flying proved that he was no ordinary person.
With the idea of resolving rather than creating conflict, the elder took the initiative to apologize, not wanting his grandson to make an enemy of Du Fei.
Although their family background was significant throughout Huaxia, it was completely unnecessary to offend a young master over a few words.
"Grandpa, it was clearly this guy..."
Hearing his usually authoritative grandfather apologize voluntarily, Xiao Hao felt a pang of discomfort. He then straightened his neck, wanting to tell his grandfather that the incident started because Du Fei was peeking at them practicing, and that he himself was not wrong.
"Shut up! If you dare to say another word, I'll send you back to the unit immediately, and you won't be allowed out for half a year!"
The elder glared at his grandson Xiao Hao.
Whether it was the fear of his grandfather's words or Xiao Hao's filial piety, he was unwilling to argue with his grandfather.
In any case, after his grandfather finished speaking, Xiao Hao's chest heaved, and the frustration in his heart was hard to quell, but he managed to hold back and not speak further.
"Hmm, your grandson's temper is indeed too impulsive. Sometimes impulsivity will bring him a lot of trouble. This time, for the sake of your seniority, I won't hold it against him."
Du Fei nodded slightly upon hearing the elder's words.
Then, he turned around directly, ignoring the grandfather and grandson behind him, and left the place.