My Co-renting Lady Boss-Chapter 1628 - 1627: Waiting for Your Spar

"Alright, now try to gather energy from the other Dantian."

The old madman eagerly issued the command.

"I’ll give it a try."

As soon as the words fell, the energy on Tang Ming’s body instantly dispersed, then the other Dantian began to operate.

"Hey, why did the energy to strengthen your body dissipate?"

Before Tang Ming could prepare, the old madman angrily shouted.

"I... thought about gathering energy from this Dantian, and couldn’t maintain the state of the other Dantian."

Tang Ming’s mouth twitched as he looked awkwardly at the old madman.

"Useless! I told you to multitask, did you take my words as air?"

The old madman raised his hand abruptly and struck Tang Ming from a distance. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Tang Ming’s body flew directly away, heavily crashing against the wall, and he couldn’t help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Second Master, what are you doing?"

Tang Ming looked miserably at the old madman.

"Practice again; you must learn to multitask. Otherwise, when you break through in the future, any slight mistake will lead to a fate of no burial ground."

The old madman raised his hand and grabbed Tang Ming, pulling him back, pretending to be serious.

"I..."

"What do you mean ’I’? Hurry up and cultivate, if you don’t achieve it today, you won’t be allowed to eat."

Tang Ming was about to speak when the old madman bombarded him with insults.

"I’ll practice, I’ll practice."

Tang Ming was terrified, not expecting the old madman’s teaching methods to be even more terrifying than Tang Cha’s.

Tang Cha was just playfully using various tricks, while the old madman straightforwardly resorted to violence. He had never met a kind-eyed teacher!

"Hehe, now you know how the Master educates people, right?"

Seeing Tang Ming constantly abused by the old madman, Sun Zhuangjia couldn’t help but laugh gleefully.

When he was taught by the old madman, it was the same. A slight mistake would lead to brutal beatings; muscle and bone injuries were trivial matters.

In the evening, Tang Ming finished practicing and crawled out of the old madman’s sickroom, covered in bruises, with multiple fractures. Thankfully, the old madman was restrained enough not to cause him internal injuries; otherwise, after a day of brutal beatings, he would be crippled even if he survived.

The saddest thing was that after a whole day of practice, Tang Ming still couldn’t multitask; everything else was fine, but operating two Dantians simultaneously in his body was conflicted by the insurmountable collision of True Qi’s trajectory in the meridians—too difficult.

"Hey, isn’t this little junior brother? Finished practicing?"

As Tang Ming crawled out of the old madman’s sickroom and rested at the door, Sun Zhuangjia jumped out.

"Are you satisfied now?"

Tang Ming looked unhappily at Sun Zhuangjia, never before had he been so humiliated in front of an enemy. Now being seen by Sun Zhuangjia, he was sure to be despised.

"Junior brother, what are you saying? I’m your senior brother, seeing you like this... I’m just so delighted."

Indeed, Sun Zhuangjia was smugly gloating, feeling quite pleased even though he didn’t personally beat Tang Ming this way.

"Bastard, how could I become your junior brother?"

Tang Ming gritted his teeth, glaring at Sun Zhuangjia; this feeling of dancing with wolves was truly pitiful.

"Hehe, it’s fate."

Sun Zhuangjia grinned, stretching his muscles while looking at Tang Ming with bad intentions: "Come on, I feel quite recovered today. How about we brothers have a good spar in martial arts?"

"Damn it! I got beaten up by Master like this, and now you come to spar with me—trying to kick me while I’m down?"

Tang Ming shouted angrily.

"Yeah! I’m just trying to kick you while you’re down; otherwise, I can’t beat you."

Sun Zhuangjia nodded honestly, then began flexing his fists as he walked toward Tang Ming.

"Don’t come closer, I’m not your match now, but once I recover, I won’t let you off."

Tang Ming grittedly warned as he struggled to stand.

"Just sparring, we’re brothers; I won’t harm your life."

Sun Zhuangjia licked his lips and then rushed over, punching and kicking.

Tang Ming was in such a miserable state, utterly powerless against Sun Zhuangjia, only able to endure a beating.

After half an hour, Sun Zhuangjia dragged the dying Tang Ming to his sickroom.

"Junior Brother, today’s spar was great; have a good rest, I won’t disturb you."

Sun Zhuangjia tossed Tang Ming onto the bed, happily slapping Tang Ming’s face: "I never thought you’d have a day like this, finally venting my pent-up grudge, so satisfied."

Tang Ming gritted his teeth, fiercely glaring at Sun Zhuangjia. He understood the principle of not suffering immediate loss; now that they’re brothers, no one would truly get killed or crippled, but being brutally beaten by this brat made him feel utterly stifled, spitting blood was trivial!

"Goodnight."

After avenging his grievance, Sun Zhuangjia left the sickroom content.

"That bastard, if I don’t make you suffer tomorrow, I won’t be called Tang Ming."

Tang Ming cursed and began healing himself. Fortunately, he had an incredible recovery ability; otherwise, in his current state, he’d need at least a month of recuperation before getting up.

Early the next morning, Tang Ming kicked open Sun Zhuangjia’s sickroom door, walking in with a stern face.

"Wow, Junior Brother, you’re early?"

Sun Zhuangjia was startled, quickly jumping up from bed, incredulously staring at Tang Ming’s normal-looking face: "You healed from all the injuries you took yesterday?"

Yesterday, Tang Ming was beaten with bruises everywhere, but today there wasn’t a scratch on his face, and his other injuries seemed healed too.

"Haha, thanks for the caring, Senior Brother. I feel quite good today, and specifically came to continue sparring with you."

Tang Ming twisted his neck; if he didn’t beat Sun Zhuangjia senseless today, he wouldn’t be called Tang Ming.

"Ahem, we already sparred yesterday, so let’s forget about it today... What! No, ah?"

Before finishing his sentence, Sun Zhuangjia received a punch, followed by yelping.

"Whew, satisfying."

More than 10 minutes later, Tang Ming arrived at the old madman’s sickroom door, exhaling a long breath.

"Is that bastard even human? Yesterday he took such serious injuries, but everything healed overnight."

Beaten to a pulp, Sun Zhuangjia lay in his sickroom miserably, swearing to take revenge again that night.

After tidying up, Tang Ming painfully knocked on the old madman’s door; after toiling all day yesterday, he hadn’t met the madman’s standard, likely he’d be horribly abused again today. As expected...

In the evening, Tang Ming crawled out of the old madman’s room again, even more badly beaten than yesterday.

"Junior Brother, finally you’re out, I’ve been waiting for you."

Bruised and swollen, Sun Zhuangjia was holding a mop stick, looking at Tang Ming with a resentful face.