My teacher is a deity.

Chapter 3 Recklessness and Cowardice

Vichy ultimately couldn't bring himself to eat the raw pig intestines.

Fortunately, Vishi had eaten most of the lion-scorpion beast, which surprised Vishi.

Due to years of hunger, her appetite was not very large; usually, 250 milliliters of blood was enough to sustain her for a day's activities.

According to Shi Qing, this is a built-in replenishment mechanism of the Blood Python Fist, which prevents the loss of blood and energy and appetite due to injury.

After gaining initial understanding of the essence of boxing, the blood will gradually activate the boxer's physique, the most obvious effect of which is a good appetite.

Vishi is a vampire, whose race is naturally unafraid to eat flesh and blood. Coupled with her constant hunger and thirst, it's not incomprehensible that she could eat monsters larger than herself.

Vichy only vaguely understood what Shi Qing was saying, but it was always pleasant to eat meat.

And so, for the first time today, the vampire girl showed a happy smile.

However, this smile appeared very strange to those around him. Whether it was the casino staff or the gamblers who were annoyed by their losses, they all remained silent at this moment.

Unarmed combat does happen in the Colosseum, and there are always some madmen and fools who enjoy it immensely.

But to have a meal right after the fight is truly unprecedented.

Even the barbarians on the border aren't that terrifying; at least they wouldn't try to eat raw intestines.

Faced with such a ruthless person, even the gambling addicts who had lost money managed to remain rational and leave the game in an orderly manner.

They didn't want to become the next piece of raw intestines on Vichy's plate.

Soon, Vichy ate her fill, and the pain from the broken bone in her right hand lessened considerably. The newly generated blood was slowly repairing her body, and she felt much better than before.

Just as Vichy was about to go to the ticket seller to collect his money, a big shot walked over with a complicated expression.

As he handed the heavy bag of gold coins to Vichy, he carefully introduced himself.

"My name is Hem, and I own the Colosseum."

"Miss Vichy, this is your duel reward and gambling winnings, totaling two hundred and thirteen gold coins, of which thirteen gold coins are your earnings from this performance."

"So many?"

Vishi was immediately taken aback. Thirteen gold coins for a single duel performance? Were all those gladiators secretly wealthy?

"Normally there wouldn't be this many, but you fought unarmed, challenged a ten-person event, and gave a fantastic performance at the end, making it a great selling point, which is why you got thirteen gold coins."

Hem said sincerely, "Of course, it's best not to actually eat shit. Although the people who come here are all in good spirits, there's still a difference between gore and grotesqueness."

"......"

Vishi remained silent for a long time before finally looking at the raven on his shoulder, but the raven just tilted its head, looking just like a cute little bird.

......

Nighttime, at Vichy's house.

Vichy lay on the bed, fast asleep, her black hair hanging down to the floor, the moonlight outside the window appearing somewhat dim.

She was so tired that day that she didn't have time to tidy up the house for the ceremony, and she fell asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Seeing how exhausted she was, Shi Qing didn't grab her or make her practice any techniques. Instead, he began to summarize what he had seen and heard that day.

There are no universally applicable truths in the world. Although he had deduced that the effects of the Blood Python Fist would not change much, everything was just a hypothesis before it was put into practice.

"It's amazing that the people in this world don't seem to like tempering their physical bodies, but rather prefer to temper their spirits."

It is currently impossible to determine whether this is determined by the will of those in power or by the inherent laws governing this world.

The so-called magic, under rudimentary conditions, is communicated through spiritual power, flowing along the magical circuits built upon bloodlines, ultimately creating effects similar to celestial spells.

It seems somewhat similar to the Thousand Machines Pavilion's "External Spiritual Eye" theory, which is not too picky about individual aptitude, at least not as severely limited by spiritual roots as the ancient methods of cultivating immortality.

However, there are advantages and disadvantages. This method of casting spells is greatly limited by the number of magic circuits. The upper limit of the number of circuits determines the upper limit of cultivation. It is also greatly restricted by bloodline inheritance. Vishi only has three magic circuits, so she cannot go very far as a mage.

It remains to be seen whether all magicians are like this, or whether only vampires are so strict.

Furthermore, the Blood Python Fist's effects are almost identical to what was expected, a fact that warrants further investigation.

Having been reborn from the endless darkness, Shi Qing remained cautious, not allowing his past knowledge and experience to confine him, and preventing him from becoming arrogant and conceited.

He had seen too many geniuses, from Qi Refining to Dao Integration. There were always some fools who were killed by those weaker than themselves because of their arrogance.

Therefore, before he has fully recovered his strength, Shi Qing plans to stay by Vixi's side and play the role of a little bird.

He understood the principle that "a minor hermit lives in the wilderness, a major hermit lives in the city."

After mentally reviewing his observations from the day, Shi Qing began to observe his newly accepted disciple.

He had never taken on any disciples before, nor had he ever established any sect. From Qi Refining to Nascent Soul, he had always been a rogue cultivator, so this was the first time he had ever taught anyone.

This feeling was strange, and it made Shi Qing think of his master.

His master never considered talent when accepting students; he taught without discrimination and valued character more than talent.

This method of accepting disciples made his master's life quite difficult, forcing him to eke out a living between the righteous path and the demonic path, but Shi Qing never questioned his master on this point.

After all, his talent for cultivation was only average to below average. Without his guidance, he probably wouldn't have been able to embark on the path of immortality.

Therefore, Shi Qing also paid more attention to his apprentice, whom he had acquired through marriage.

According to his observation, Vichy's boxing style is somewhat incompatible with her personality.

The fist is a mirror of the mind.

Insidious, despicable, and cowardly people cannot fight with the spirit of living towards death; they can only launch sneak attacks or simply perform the ultimate martial arts technique—feigning death.

But Vichy is a little different.

When facing the lion-scorpion beast, Vishi was chased around, but in the end he still managed to unleash a powerful and head-on punch.

The two aspects of recklessness and timidity belong to this category.

This surprised Shi Qing quite a bit.

He had thought that Vichy would have to get out of that octagonal cage fight on his own.

This illustrates a point.

"Little apprentice, you didn't tell your master the truth."

Shi Qing looked at Wei Xi and muttered to himself.

However, Shi Qing didn't care about that and wouldn't force Wei Xi to confess to him.

Everyone has some little secrets, and they will naturally reveal them when the time is right.

Although it was late at night, the sounds outside the window were quite noisy. Shi Qing moved his consciousness, and the messy ritual graffiti was washed clean with water. Just as he was about to enter meditation, a cold wind blew by, and some yellowed documents were mixed in with the tattered ritual book.

"This is?"

Shi Qing paused for a moment, then picked up the documents, which were densely covered with various remittance income records.

The account book is quite complicated, with most of the transactions being remittances. A quick glance reveals that nearly 70% of the expenditures are remitted to one place.

"Redstone Town?"

"The recipient, Sister Pavitt?"

Shi Qing frowned and opened the tattered letters, but there were no words in them, only dense scribbles.

This is not a letter, but a kind of spiritual incantation.

He had seen similar incantations before when dealing with ghost cultivators; they were related to hypnosis and mind control.