Qi punch

The crowd around Zhang Fei parted their ways as a tall dude in a long, black-and-silver hanfu walked through, clapping his hands.

"Okay, fun time's over. Everyone get out of here and go do your tasks!" He shouted, leaving no room for any bullshit.

The disciples scattered in every direction, whispering fast as they could—"Oh shit, it's Teacher Luo Yan!" one commented.

Another joined in, "Yeah, he's already Qi Foundation realm—fuck, I wish I was that powerful!"

Zhang Fei sized the guy up—sharp eyes, broad shoulders, qi surging off him like a storm. Big shot, huh? He thought, cock still swinging under his robe, unbothered.

But before the matters could be settled, Lin Yifeng rushed to Luo Yan with teary eyes and snotty nose, clutching his scroll and whining like a kicked dog.

"Teacher!" he cried, "This boy said such bad things about my mother!" He pointed at Zhang Fei, trembling.

Zhang Fei snorted, crossing his arms. "Yeah, I did. I said I would fuck her so good she would thank me after," he admitted, grinning wide, not giving a single fuck who this teacher was.

The crowd froze mid-escape, gasping, and Ji Jin ducked behind the counter, her blue hair barely peeking out.

Luo Yan's eyes narrowed, locking onto Zhang Fei. "Bold tongue for an outer sect nobody," he said calmly, but his qi surged like a wave, warning Zhang Fei to hold his tongue.

[Notice: Host facing Qi Foundation cultivator. Combat or friendship recommended.

Zhang Fei cracked his neck, feeling his fists itching to try the new punch. Let's see if this teacher's got balls or just a title, he thought, ready to flex, cock and all.

With a deep breath, he focused hard on his meridians. A black, oily liquid gathered there before rushing to his hands. His fists turned black, crackling with a terrifying energy.

With a sly smile, he lunged at Luo Yan like Bruce Lee on a rampage, cock swinging under his hanfu with every step.

"Eat this, teach!" he roared, throwing a qi punch loaded with all his horny rage.

Luo Yan's cool expression shifted for a split second, but he quickly snapped his fingers and a glowing barrier formed around him just in time.

Zhang Fei's punch slammed into the barrier BOOM. The impact exploded with a shockwave of qi that ripped through the canteen, shattering bowls and flipping tables.

The disciples screamed, running their ass out of there, tripping over each other in a panic—"Holy shit, run!" "He's crazy!"

The barrier began forming cracks under Zhang Fei's punch, and Luo Yan stumbled back, his silver robe fluttering. "Not bad, punk," he commented, his qi surrounding him as he steadied himself.

Zhang Fei shook his hand, and the black fluid faded. "That's my Qi Punch; the next one's for your face!" He taunted, his own qi surging like crazy.

[Notice: Host has activated Qi Punch (Common). Target difficulty: High]

Luo Yan held his hand up, his barrier fading as he stared at Zhang Fei.

"Stop, you've got talent," he said, studying him like he was a prized material. "But the consequence of a disciple attacking a teacher is severe. You're looking at one month in solitary confinement with minimal food, no bullshit."

Zhang Fei smirked, his hands behind his back. He didn't say anything, just let that grin do the talking. Bring it, bitch, his eyes screamed.

Luo Yan's lips shifted into a half-smile, then he turned to Lin Yifeng, who was still crying like a kicked puppy. "Yinfeng, let's go," he ordered.

Lin Yifeng straightened, clutching his scroll tight. "But… wh-what…?" He tried retorting, but Luo Yan's eyes flashed, and he raised his voice, "Shut up and follow me!"

Lin Yifeng flinched, lowering his head as he ran after Luo Yan.

[Notice: Host has earned recognition. Penalty assigned: solitary confinement. Opportunity for growth detected.

Zhang Fei smoothed his dress. A month to flex my qi and cock in peace? Bet.

With distractions out of the way, he turned his attention back to the counter and called out, "Ji Jin, come out now—everything's sorted."

Her figure popped slowly from behind the counter. She took a moment to take a deep breath, her heart pounding so hard that he could almost hear it.

"Wow, that escalated quickly," she said, voice shaky but filled with awe.

Zhang Fei laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, it sure did. Sorry for losing my shit like that, but that ugly bitch was asking for it," he said with a smile.

Ji Jin giggled and stepped closer, tucking her hair back. "No, it's okay, young master—women love a strong man like you," she said, her blue eyes sparkling with interest.

Zhang Fei's expression softened, and his voice shifted to something romantic. "I don't give a fuck about other women—all I care about is you, Ji Jin," he whispered, his handsome face catching the dim light just right.

Her breath froze for a moment. [Notice: Host charisma at peak. Target affinity spiking

She bit her lip, staring up at him, caught perfectly in his trap. "Young master…" she whispered, already melting.