Chapter Fifty-One: Hundredfold Splintering of Holy Light

Zhu Ying had great confidence in the day’s eventual arrival. As long as she continued to delve into the power of the Raksha Eyes, evolving them into the legendary Divine Eyes, surpassing Bai Yujing was a certainty. She was still young, brimming with potential for the future.

Her expression remained as cold as ever, yet those bewitching Raksha Eyes burned with a flame-like fighting spirit.

Seeing Zhu Ying’s eagerness, Bai Yujing wasted no words. He poured his spiritual energy into the ground beneath his feet. In an instant, a mass of silvery liquid surged from the earth, shaped by an invisible force until it gradually solidified into the likeness of a mannequin.

The mannequin’s upper body was covered with 108 red dots, each representing a vital acupoint, densely scattered like stars across the night sky.

He patted the mannequin’s shoulder and said, “This is the model for practicing the first form of the Northern Dipper Divine Fist—Holy Light Hundred Strike. The 108 red dots mark the acupoints your fists must strike. Watch closely. I’ll demonstrate it for you.”

Facing the mannequin, Bai Yujing intoned gravely, “This is the Holy Light Hundred Strike!”

The next moment, his fists shot out in a barrage as swift and violent as a storm. Every punch was accompanied by a sharp, slicing sound, so fast they blurred together, yet controlled precisely enough for Zhu Ying to see each movement clearly.

After all, this was a live lesson, not a life-and-death duel.

With the keen insight of her Raksha Eyes, Zhu Ying saw that every punch carried a different hand form—some with fists clenched, some with the index finger extended, some with all four fingers aligned. Each gesture varied subtly, and the spiraling spiritual energy enveloping his fists would swell or contract as he struck the acupoints.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Fists rained down like a torrential downpour, spiritual energy surged like tidal waves.

One hundred and eight punches, each landing with unerring accuracy.

When the final blow fell, Bai Yujing withdrew his hands and stood tall, as steady as a pine.

Boom!

The spiritual energy embedded within the mannequin’s body exploded. The 108 acupoints connected in an instant, shattering the mannequin’s upper body to pieces. The silvery liquid splattered in all directions, but dissolved into nothing before hitting the ground.

“This is the Holy Light Hundred Strike. A portion of penetrating spiritual force is driven into the enemy’s acupoints. Once all 108 points are struck, the energies ignite together, unleashing devastating destruction.”

“Not even the Spiritual Garment can defend against it?” Zhu Ying suddenly asked, a sharp edge to her question.

Bai Yujing considered this, then replied, “In theory, the Holy Light Hundred Strike has a certain chance of breaking through the Spiritual Garment’s defense.”

The Spiritual Garment was Bai Yujing’s own creation—his strongest defense. Yet the Northern Dipper Divine Fist was also his most powerful martial art. Which surpassed the other, even he could not say.

It wasn’t as though he could simultaneously defend himself with the Spiritual Garment and bombard his own acupoints with the Holy Light Hundred Strike.

Zhu Ying’s spirits soared. If the Holy Light Hundred Strike could possibly break through, she had to master it.

Bai Yujing stepped aside. “Infuse your spiritual energy into the ground and create a mannequin.”

Following his instructions, Zhu Ying sent her energy into the earth, and again the silvery liquid rose and formed a mannequin.

Staring at the 108 marked acupoints, Zhu Ying took a deep breath, recalling Bai Yujing’s demonstration. Her fists shot out in a storm of blows, gestures shifting rapidly, but she still fell short of Bai Yujing’s level.

The flow of spiritual energy needed adjusting, the energy entering the acupoints required finer control, and the precision of her hand forms demanded more practice.

However, Zhu Ying was gifted. Or rather, the formidable perceptiveness of her Raksha Eyes allowed her to spot and correct her own errors, needing no guidance from Bai Yujing.

He nodded in satisfaction—teaching a genius was truly effortless.

He did not linger, but flashed over to Liu Shuangling, ready to impart his original advanced scripture.

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Time slipped away unheeded during cultivation.

Even Zhu Ying lost track of how many times she had attempted the Holy Light Hundred Strike. Each time she began, she brimmed with confidence. Only after executing the move did she realize a host of issues.

She corrected them, only to encounter new problems on her next attempt.

Punch after punch, correction after correction.

She never quite reached the level where she could shatter the mannequin as Bai Yujing had.

“Hah… hah…”

Zhu Ying panted heavily, sweat soaking her white T-shirt until the lace of her bra faintly showed through.

Compared to Liu Shuangling and Tia’s F-cup figures, her E-cup might seem small, but since she was shorter than either of them, the effect was anything but. The curves of her chest appeared particularly generous, especially as she gasped for air, the sight enough to leave anyone dumbfounded.

As she caught her breath, Bai Yujing suddenly appeared at the door and called, “That’s enough training for today. Go wash your face and get ready to go online for orders.”

“Alright,” Zhu Ying replied, wiping sweat from her brow.

Her expression remained icy, but after the workout a rosy flush colored her cheeks, making her even more alluring. Coupled with peach-hued eyeshadow and her enchanting Raksha Eyes, her beauty soared past cool detachment into irresistible charm.

A true earthly enchantress.

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Leaving the training hall, Zhu Ying entered the room across the corridor, where rows of washbasins lined the wall.

She stepped forward and turned on the tap. Clear water gushed out, its sound crisp and refreshing. Zhu Ying cupped her hands, doused her face, and felt the cold droplets tracing down her cheeks, washing away the fatigue of cultivation.

She dried her face and then dampened the towel again, wringing it out. Lifting her white T-shirt, she carefully wiped away the sweat from her body, especially between her breasts—sticky sweat left uncleaned was uncomfortable.

After a quick wipe-down, she left the martial arts hall.

Sunlight poured over the flagstone plaza, the grand main building casting a deep shadow in sharp contrast to the bright day. A gentle breeze carried a faint scent of plum blossoms.

Zhu Ying took her phone from her feathered robe and set the Exorcism App to online mode.

Tia and Liu Shuangling soon joined her.

“Little Sister, what did the martial arts class cover?” Tia was the first to ask.

Zhu Ying answered honestly, “Northern Dipper Divine Fist. I’m learning the first form—Holy Light Hundred Strike. This move has a chance to break through the Spiritual Garment’s defense.”

A glimmer of delight flashed in Tia’s eyes. “That’s good news.”

Liu Shuangling smiled, “Second Sister, what are you learning?”

Tia spread her hands. “A forbidden spell related to time. And you, Senior Sister?”

“Barrier—the kind that repels anything outside itself.”

Remembering Bai Yujing’s demonstration, Liu Shuangling’s face showed a hint of awe. “The Master’s power is beyond anything I imagined.”

“Indeed,” Tia agreed, her expression complicated.

She had always been confident in her talent, but in front of Bai Yujing, she suffered blow after blow to her self-esteem.

To excel in spells, scriptures, martial arts—any one alone was a herculean feat. Yet Bai Yujing had not only mastered all three, but also created entirely new spells, scriptures, and martial techniques on top of them.

More astonishing still, he had only cultivated for ten years.

Tia even suspected that, even those who stood at the very peak of Xia’s Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, might not be his match.

How could she hope to defeat such a monster?

A heavy silence settled until the chime of a new order cut through the tension.

Liu Shuangling grinned, “Alright, time for us to serve as the Master’s trusty workhorses.”