Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 613 - 36: So You Are Quite Naive After All

This child...

He certainly has the face of a protagonist.

When Chen Yan lit the Torchfire, Li Mumu was already prepared to make her move.

Although she also knew that with Senior Sister Bai holding the fort at the school, it was unlikely that any major trouble would arise.

But having Liu Pangxie beaten up like that and sent back, as the one who introduced him, she would bear some karma inevitably.

If it were just a beating outside, that would be one thing, but to come to the school’s gates to jump around and mock us?

Do they think I’m dead?

Li Mumu had already stretched out her claws, ready to play the Heavenly Dragon Eight Sounds, when unexpectedly, someone beat her by a step and jumped out.

Wang Ying, the kid whom Wang Yunxiao in his description asked to be looked after "as if she were someone else’s younger sister," the moment Li Mumu saw her frightening appetite, she knew this girl was no ordinary person.

What proper and good young girl would run off to the Shaolin Temple to learn their arts?

But you can’t deny it, she really did learn something there.

Horizontal Training of Golden Bell Cover—Does that sound like something a girl would practice?

Yet she mastered it, just standing there casually, three Garrison Soldiers forming an array couldn’t even break through her Protective True Qi.

Admittedly, this was also related to them not using professional Demon-Breaking Weapons, just regular clubs, but to Li Mumu, who had personally experienced the painful beatings of the Garrison Soldiers, it was a different kind of revelation.

Turns out it’s just me who’s weak, just look at her...

Seeing that the Wei Family were in for a harder fight than expected, seven of them immediately assembled, forming an array like the Big Dipper, with the leader gathering the power of the others and swinging down a staff towards Wang Ying with great force.

You have to gang up to beat a child, how...

Before Li Mumu could even finish her thought, Wang Ying’s arms shook, and her little fists, moving from later to first, bypassed the clubs and struck directly under the man’s ribs.

This was the most fundamental Arhat Fist from Shaolin Martial Arts, yet she managed to apply the hidden force of Hit Across The Mountain, causing the seven to let out a simultaneous groan, staggering back, clutching their chests and collapsing weakly to the ground.

How do you deal with Garrison Soldiers? 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

The answer is actually quite simple. The tactics of the Garrison Soldiers were too plain and unadorned, just a simple stacking of offensive and defensive resistances. Either you perform tricks they can’t understand, throwing their morale into chaos, or you crush them with absolute power.

No matter how the strength of the seven piled up, it couldn’t match the power of forty-nine people combined; there’s always a limit. And Wang Ying simply relied on sheer physical strength, using just as simple and straightforward moves to smash through the seven-man army formation!

"A disciple of Shaolin?"

The young man, who had figured out Wang Ying’s Martial Arts Skill, coldly said, "At such a young age, you’ve cultivated your Martial Path to such an advanced level, why bother with schooling and studies? Don’t your parents realize they’re wasting your talent?"

Wang Ying tilted her head at him dismissively, "And who are you to have a say in what I do?"

His words caused the man’s forehead to bulge with veins, and with a slight movement of his feet, he spanned a dozen steps in an instant, throwing a punch towards Wang Ying’s face.

After several exchanges of blows, the man suddenly had a layer of blood light emanating from under his feet, sweeping towards Wang Ying. Caught off guard, Wang Ying was enveloped by the blood light and for a moment felt as if a bucket of excrement had been splashed on her face—her head grew dizzy, her senses were blocked, and she couldn’t help but retch repeatedly. Exposed to vulnerabilities, she was kicked by the man in the chest and sent flying dozens of meters away.

"So this is your vampire classmate’s method, how does it taste?"

The man casually tossed aside a bloody rag, walked over to Wang Ying, who lay on the ground vomiting blood, and smiled, "If it weren’t for him using such despicable tactics and dirtying my clothes, I wouldn’t have had to break his legs. But it’s different for you. I see that you have the makings of a good martial artist; it makes no sense for you to stay here, mingling with these demons and evil spirits."

"How about joining the military with me? The Military Sect has no taboos; it’s suited for a Martial Artist like you to freely express yourself, relying on your own hands to carve out a piece of the world!"

"Heh..."

Wang Ying struggled to her feet from the ground, wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, disdainfully said: "The saying, ’the Military Sect has no taboos,’ coming from your mouth is nauseating. I thought you could put up a fight, but it turns out to be a complete waste of emotion."

The man’s face changed slightly, he raised his hand into a knife-shape, and chopped down towards the back of Wang Ying’s neck. However, this time, Wang Ying merely leaned slightly and raised her arm to easily block his sneak attack.

"State your name."

Wang Ying spoke indifferently, "I don’t kill nameless individuals."

"Arrogant!"

The man’s anger surged, and he lifted his foot with a fierce and sharp knee strike, aimed straight at Wang Ying’s face.

Yet in the next moment, his body spun uncontrollably like a top, flying out sideways.

"My name is Wang Ying. The Wang of ’dominator,’ the Ying of ’illusion’."

Wang Ying did not pursue further, simply standing her ground, she stated calmly.

"This is not Shaolin martial arts!"

The man flipped several times mid-air, landing steadily on his feet, looking towards the young monk before him with shock and suspicion: "You’ve also learned martial arts from other schools?"

"More precisely, I didn’t have enough time to master Shaolin martial arts; I plan to visit Song Mountain again during the winter break. Also, state your name; I don’t want to repeat myself a third time."

Wang Ying’s voice grew colder, and the oppressive atmosphere in the air made the man involuntarily speak: "Qilin Army... Wei Ming!"

"You dare call yourself Qilin!"

A thunderous shout came from Little Doubao’s mouth, causing the surrounding branches to sway.

Transparent trigram symbols rose from the ground, above was Qian, below was Kun, Qian and Kun shook and exchanged, the four symbols intertwined!

"Eight Trigram Roaming Dragon..."

Wei Ming’s eyes widened, only managing to utter these four words before countless sprays of blood burst explosively from his body.

Wang Ying appeared before him at some point, stepping in Eight Trigram circling motions, her palms striking up and down, dozens of palm strikes instantly hitting his body, pinning him in place, blood gushing out like a fountain from his mouth.

In the blink of an eye, a set of sixty-four Eight Trigram palms finished, Wang Ying took a deep breath, and with a backward elbow strike, the sound of ribs breaking and splintering echoed, and he was thrown backward like a broken rag doll.

Eight Trigrams transform into the Eight Extremes, the Mighty Tiger Crushes the Mountain!

These two high-level martial arts from the Northern Thirteen Sects were integrated masterfully by a teenage girl!

No wonder everyone who had seen her praised her extraordinary talent in the martial path.

Wang Ying’s hands hung down, gradually dissipating her Qi force, and coldly said as she walked over to the fallen Wei Ming: "The Qilin Army Banner, dyed red with the blood of our sect’s brothers, coming from your vile mouth is truly despicable!"

"So you..."

Wei Ming lay collapsed on the ground, the corner of his mouth revealing a pitiful sneer, but a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"... are quite naive!"

Seizing the opportunity to attract Wang Ying’s attention with his low monologue, he abruptly grabbed a handful of dust and threw it at Wang Ying’s face. Taking advantage of the moment Wang Ying reflexively closed her eyes, he exploded into action, pulling out a dagger from his waist, and stabbed Wang Ying in the abdomen.

Then he pulled it out, and with a backhanded stroke, he aimed for the throat!