Chương 3: War God — Chapter 3 - Because Physical Contact Between Men and Women Must Be Avoided!

Feet? Ye Miyue froze. Clearly didn't catch on. Not until she followed his gaze and slowly lowered her head, leaning forward just a bit to see her toes, did understanding hit. Her cheeks flushed red as if someone had splashed paint across them. Her head shook like a rattle drum, voice turning to winter ice, hard and cold:"No!" The refusal was crisp. Wang Xian smiled faintly. Made sense. Back in ancient times, feet were something only the most intimate person could see, let alone use them to...

In this day and age, what decent person uses their feet?

"I suggest you think it over carefully..." Wang Xian lay on the bed, hands pillowed behind his head.

"My third uncle owns this Martial Arts Hall. Even if you're just part-time, your identity information is clearly on file."

"Miss Ye, the School Beauty. You don't want the whole school knowing tomorrow that you've been working as a..." The words hit like a hammer. Before Wang Xian could even finish, Ye Miyue panicked: "Wait..." After what must have been some internal struggle, Ye Miyue finally bent at the waist and gently rolled up her pant leg, revealing a section of calf as fair as snow-white lotus root. So white. A few faint veins traced along her calf, extending all the way to the top of her foot.

Just looking at it gave the illusion of some peerless treasure.

"Closer." Wang Xian thought for a moment.

"Put them on the bed. Let me take a look."

"?" Ye Miyue stiffened.

"Don't look at me like I'm some kind of pervert, OK?" Wang Xian's expression was dead serious.

"I need to check for any odor. What if you pass something to me?"

"Makes sense, right?" Ye Miyue was silent for a few seconds, then placed both feet on the bed, bringing them closer. Wang Xian stared from up close, brows furrowed deep, examining from every angle with complete seriousness. Then he used his hand as a fan and waved it. Before Ye Miyue could tremble in embarrassment, Wang Xian spoke first:"Bit sour."

"Miss Ye, go wash them."

"..." Ye Miyue immediately stood and fled into the bathroom. The author's narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. Wang Xian clicked his tongue:"Didn't expect she'd already developed Martial Spirit Marks on her soles."

"..." That's right. He'd genuinely been observing seriously just now. Ye Miyue's soles bore an extremely rare and unique Martial Spirit Mark. In 2040, people discovered that anyone who awakened high-level or above Martial Path talent would manifest the "Martial Spirit Mark" phenomenon on their body. The principle: Heaven and Earth Vital Energy, drawn by the latent talent power within the body, would gather and form in advance.

"Judging by the clarity of the spirit mark..."

"At least King-level Talent..." Wang Xian sighed softly.

"Future guaranteed to be at least a Seventh Realm Grandmaster." Martial Path talent marked the shift from old-era to new-era humans after the year 1912 of the New Martial Calendar. Those with Martial Path talent were born with transcendent power. They could cultivate to unlock the human Gene Lock, awaken Transcendent Martial Techniques, and embark on a brand-new martial journey. Later generations called this "New Martial Arts."

Those without awakened Martial Path talent who wanted to become warriors had only one path: Train in winter's bitter cold and summer's scorching heat. Temper muscles and bones. Nourish qi and blood through diet. Cultivate extremely difficult martial techniques. Push their potential beyond all limits. Endure the dual torment of will and body. People called this "Old Martial Arts." New Martial Arts were the darlings of the era. In his previous life, every Martial God walked the New Martial Arts path.

Among Old Martial Arts powerhouses, aside from Wang Xian himself, not a single one ever reached the Eighth Realm. But that didn't mean Old Martial Arts was weak. On the contrary, even in his previous life, Old Martial Arts remained powerful. It's just that very few people could train it successfully. Because not many could endure that kind of suffering. Take those few presses Ye Miyue gave him just now. Looked simple enough. In reality, that was the extremely complex "Meridian Opening Method" from Old Martial Arts.

Opening meridians meant the body's meridians, the Twelve Primary Meridians and Eight Extraordinary Meridians. They crisscrossed throughout the human body, the key to circulating Heaven and Earth Vital Energy. For Old Martial Arts powerhouses to absorb Heaven and Earth Vital Energy, they had to open their meridians. Without opening them, they could never compare to New Martial Arts powerhouses. And each meridian contained over a dozen key acupoints. Some were Life-and-Death Acupoints.

If an ordinary person touched them even once, their life could be at risk. Letting someone press those acupoints with over 100 jin of force was basically testing fate at the gates of the King of Hell's palace. Add in the vital energy penetration from the Nutrient Paste, and the pain was several times worse than getting your balls cracked. Most people couldn't withstand more than a few presses.

Only Wang Xian could endure it while simultaneously, as if nothing was wrong, precisely guiding Ye Miyue to press him comfortably. So the cultivation difficulty of Old Martial Arts was unimaginably high. On top of that, after the 21st century, as new-generation human genes shifted and more people awakened Martial Path talent, Old Martial Arts was gradually phased out. Nowadays, over 70 percent of students in any given school would awaken Martial Path talent. Not many bothered with Old Martial Arts anymore.

"Barring any surprises, the day Ye Miyue awakens her Martial Path talent in second semester senior year will be the day she resounds throughout all of Rong City..." For a small city to produce one King-level Talent per year was already cause for celebration. High-level or above Martial Path talent occurred in less than one in 100, 000 people. King-level or above Martial Path talent? Less than one in a million.

Wang Xian hadn't expected that she, who died young in his previous life, actually harbored King-level or above Martial Path talent. Before long, Ye Miyue walked out. She'd likely calmed her emotions and once again became that aloof School Beauty. Before taking this part-time job, the sister who trained her said not to fear anything. As long as the customer didn't get handsy, just treat it like pressing a piece of pork. Using feet? Just treat it like stepping on a piece of pork... that's all.

"Wait." Seeing her walk over calmly, Wang Xian raised a hand. Ye Miyue didn't know what he meant. Wang Xian rummaged through the drawers on either side of the bed. Then the corner of his mouth hooked up. He pulled something out and tossed it onto the bed:"Put these on." Ye Miyue fixed her eyes on it. In an instant, the emotions she'd just calmed shattered. Her moist eyes immediately overflowed with shame. It was unmistakably a pair of still-packaged black stockings!

She looked up, eyes glaring like a wrathful guardian deity, as if they could dispel all lewd filth.

"Don't give me that look again. You're making me seem like some kind of pervert." Wang Xian's face was full of righteousness.

"Having you wear stockings is to protect you. Do you understand the principle that physical contact between men and women should be avoided? Besides, do you really want to step barefoot on a strange man's body?"

"Even if you're fine with it, I have cleanliness issues!"

"..." ➤ Next: School Beauty Ye, You Wouldn't Want Tomorrow