845: Chapter 834: It’s Annoying Being Followed!
845: Chapter 834: It’s Annoying Being Followed!
Ouyang Feifei is currently at the Intermediate Stage of the True Qi Realm.
Not long ago, she was only at the Early Stage, but after using the Genetic Potion, her cultivation speed has increased dramatically.
Today, Ning Fan decided to teach Di Baitian and the others at the Martial Arts Arena purely on a whim.
In reality, Ning Fan also wanted to test his current strength.
What he didn’t expect was that Ouyang Feifei suddenly appeared and requested special training as well.
Back then, Ouyang Feifei couldn’t even defeat Di Baitian, and she wasn’t even a Martial Artist.
After stepping into the ranks of Martial Artists, Ouyang Feifei developed an even stronger craving for power.
Her perspective shifted, and she became more aware of her shortcomings.
Moreover, having a monster like Ning Fan by her side and feeling the pressure from those around her only added to her determination.
To make matters worse, Ouyang Feifei is the leader of the Shadow Team, yet her strength isn’t the highest among them.
This has troubled her deeply.
Back then, even handling someone like Di Baitian required Ning Fan to personally step in to bring him to submission.
Thus, the issue of power has often given Ouyang Feifei a headache.
Although she’s now at the Intermediate Stage of the True Qi Realm, she still can’t beat Di Baitian and the others.
She’s only stronger than the newest recruits.
“Then… how about I give you special training?”
Seeing Di Baitian and the others tactfully leave and noticing Ouyang Feifei’s eager and expectant expression, Ning Fan naturally wouldn’t refuse her request.
Besides, Ouyang Feifei growing stronger would be a good thing.
The entire afternoon, Ning Fan and Ouyang Feifei had the Martial Arts Arena all to themselves.
As time passed, Ning Fan gradually transformed into a devilish teacher, only missing a whip to urge Ouyang Feifei forward—if he could bear to, that is.
“No, your utilization of True Qi is still too poor!”
Ning Fan frowned.
Although Ouyang Feifei was now a Martial Artist, her control over True Qi was far inferior compared to Di Baitian and the others.
“It’s still this bad…”
Ouyang Feifei looked frustrated.
She hadn’t been in the ranks of Martial Artists for long, and the fact that she had already reached the Intermediate Stage of the True Qi Realm was pure luck—largely thanks to the Genetic Potion giving her a strong boost.
Otherwise, in a year or two, she might not have even mastered the use of True Qi in her body, let alone reached the Intermediate Stage.
It was obvious now: she had the True Qi of the Intermediate Stage but lacked the matching level of skill, which was rather awkward.
When Ning Fan was in the True Qi Realm, he had been stuck for several years, allowing his understanding and utilization of True Qi to reach a point of perfection.
In contrast, Ouyang Feifei was barely a beginner.
Compared to Di Baitian and the other experienced ones, Ouyang Feifei’s weakness was clear—she needed to truly learn how to harness every strand of True Qi effectively.
“What are you doing?!”
At that moment, Ning Fan suddenly grabbed Ouyang Feifei’s slender hand.
Her cheeks flushed, and she looked at Ning Fan with a hint of anger.
Ning Fan appeared confused and instinctively explained, “I want you to feel how my True Qi flows… Now, place your hand on my Dantian, and carefully observe!”
Only then did Ouyang Feifei realize her misunderstanding.
Her face turned an even deeper shade of red.
Under Ning Fan’s guidance, Ouyang Feifei placed her hand on his Dantian, and immediately she felt the movement of True Qi within Ning Fan’s body.
Those waves of abundant True Qi flowed in a regulated rhythm, completely different from her chaotic patterns.
Ning Fan deliberately controlled his True Qi, aiming to demonstrate to Ouyang Feifei how a true Martial Artist should maneuver it.
She hadn’t fully grasped it earlier, but now she was utterly shocked.
Having just entered the ranks of Martial Artists, Ouyang Feifei realized how much she still needed to learn.
Ning Fan could only sigh.
Ouyang Feifei had potential but lacked experience as a Martial Artist.
She didn’t even fully understand the proper utilization of True Qi yet.
If not for today’s opportunity, she might have taken a long detour and suffered many setbacks before grasping it.
“I’ll teach you a set of mnemonic verses.
Memorize them well and practice according to these instructions…”
Time flew by, and before they knew it, night had fallen.
Unknowingly, Ning Fan and Ouyang Feifei had spent the entire afternoon cultivating at the Martial Arts Arena.
It was already evening.
Seeing Ouyang Feifei covered in fragrant sweat and panting heavily, Ning Fan quickly said, “That’s enough for today.
Have a good rest tonight.”
“Mm!”
Ouyang Feifei nodded reluctantly.
It was unclear whether she was reluctant to leave Ning Fan’s guidance—or Ning Fan himself…
As the hour grew late, and with no other tasks to attend to, Ning Fan gave Ouyang Feifei a few final instructions before leaving the Shadow Base to head home.
Driving on the outskirts of Zhonghai, Ning Fan’s eyes sharpened with vigilance.
He squinted at the rearview mirror, then suddenly hit the accelerator and honked the horn.
In an instant, this quiet road was filled with roaring engine tones and the sharp blare of car horns.
Ning Fan’s car shot ahead like a fierce tiger descending from the mountain, disappearing in the blink of an eye at the end of the road.
A solitary figure slowly emerged at the roadside, watching the receding car with a deeply meaningful smile.
“Such a cautious fellow…
Making my move later won’t be easy…”
Gerwood shook his head with a hint of helplessness as he muttered to himself.
He’d been tailing Ning Fan all along, but still lost him here for the second time today.
Ning Fan had somehow noticed him both this morning and this afternoon—how did he manage that?
Gerwood was curious about this question and marked Ning Fan’s skill level accordingly.
Meanwhile, Ning Fan slowly lowered his car’s speed.
After about ten minutes, he drove into the city, swapped his car for another, and then made his way home.
“Was it the same person from this morning?”
As he mulled it over, Ning Fan recalled being tailed in the exact same spot on his way to the Shadow Base earlier that day.
Due to the afternoon’s events, he hadn’t given it much thought.
But now, returning in the evening and encountering the same situation, Ning Fan realized—both instances might have involved the same person.
Who could have sent them?
“Could it be Tengyun Geshang?”
It was possible, but unlikely.
Ning Fan felt there was something more complicated at play.
Being followed again heightened his senses, making him exceedingly vigilant.
If his suspicion was correct, the stalker would likely persist.
“No matter who you are, if you dare appear again, don’t blame me for being merciless!”
Recalling that trace of killing intent, Ning Fan’s gaze turned icy and cold.