Primordial Cultivator

Yang Wei continuously blocked Zhu Wenqian's punches but it was turning more and more difficult.

'What's wrong with her now?' Yang Wei cried inwardly. She was an amateur in terms of physical fighting but then somehow, she turned ferocious and was shooting out punches like bullets.

Even though the punches didn't target any specific area, it was enough to give Yang Wei a headache.

"Stop dodging and blocking, bastard!" Zhu Wenqian roared in anger when none of her punches landed a hit.

"Fight like a man and stop cowering," she added.

Yang Wei grunted slightly as he raised his legs up and tried to kick her in the stomach.

Zhu Wenqian's eyes squinted for a brief moment as she quickly raised her arm up to deflect the kick.

BAM!

Since Zhu Wenqian couldn't use her spiritual qi nor cultivation realm to suppress Yang Wei, she was sent flying away by Yang Wei's kick before stabilizing her balance.

"How could you try to kick a fine lady like me?" Zhu Wenqian grumbled angrily.

Yang Wei twitched his mouth as he could never believe such a shameless woman to have a high cultivation base.

What does she mean by that?

They were in a fight, and Zhu Wenqian was cursing and grumbling that Yang Wei was fighting her fairly.

"You are really shameless…" Yang Wei commented as he stepped forward a little bit. "Calling yourself a fine lady is already enough but trying to accuse me is overboard."

"Tch, what's so good about your fighting skills anyway?" Zhu Wenqian snorted.

Afterward, she propelled herself and prepared another round of punches at Yang Wei.

Meanwhile, Yang Wei grunted slightly as he increased his movement and grasped her wrist.

Zhu Wenqian became dumbfounded when Yang Wei managed to grab hold of her wrist despite her speed.

She tried to struggle and free herself but Yang Wei's raw strength was more superior.

'Damn it, how did he manage to see my punches?' Zhu Wenqian cursed inwardly. Realizing that she couldn't free herself from his grasp, Zhu Wenqian decided to lift her legs upward, preparing to aim for any man's weaknesses.

Zhu Wenqian tried to kick in between Yang Wei's leg as she grinned evilly.

"Say bye-bye to your thing, bastard." Zhu Wenqian said as she made sure to use all her raw strength at her kick.

Yang Wei quickly released her wrist as he punched her leg down. A crackling sound echoed through the cave and Zhu Wenqian began to cry loudly.

She was groveling in the ground with her hand clutching tightly on her leg.

"Ahhhhh my leg… it's broken." Zhu Wenqian cried in pain as her leg became dislocated.

She held a pitiful expression as she tried to soothe her wound with Saint Qi. Alas, the Saint Qi doesn't seem to work and instead, intensified the pain tenfold.

"Ahhhhhh"

Zhu Wenqian screamed loudly as she kept twisting herself back and forth. "Why did my Saint Qi fail to recover me?" She pouted and complained.

Meanwhile, Yang Wei was dumbfounded by Zhu Wenqian's behavior.

"Senior, did something happen to her?" Yang Wei decided to ask Fan Ping about the current situation.

"Heh, it's because she tried to recover the wound with Saint Qi that caused her pain to multiply. Saint Qi is indeed a dominating force in the vast universe but there's a con. A physical injury done without any spiritual qi or energy cannot be cured by Saint Qi." Fan Ping's voice resounded.

Yang Wei nodded his head.

"Anyway, now that you have made her injured at this stage, the fight is technically your win." Fan Ping added.

Yang Wei raised an eyebrow. "But all I did was dislocate her leg… Shouldn't Zhu Wenqian experience more pain than just a dislocated leg?"

Yang Wei's understanding of cultivators is that the higher their cultivation realm is, the more danger they have strived through.

Thus, Zhu Wenqian's high cultivation base had made Yang Wei assume she must have a lot of fighting experience and gone through multiple injuries.

With that being said, Yang Wei didn't think a dislocated leg was anything special and still had his guard up despite the scream from Zhu Wenqian.

"I thought Zhu Wenqian was pretending to try and gain my sympathy…" Yang Wei mumbled as he glanced at Zhu Wenqian.

Zhu Wenqian's clothes began to loosen up as she screamed in agony and tears had started dropping from her eyes.

Yang Wei tilted his head slightly before scratching his head.

"Zhu Wenqian, I won the fight already so I'm going to heal you." Yang Wei then said as he approached her cautiously.

"No more foul play after this," he warned.

Zhu Wenqian bit her lips slightly as she nodded her head. She then extended her legs, indicating where the pain was.

"It hurts…" Zhu Wenqian said and began crying like a little girl.

Her current behavior shocked Yang Wei as it seemed genuine to be fake.

Suddenly, Fan Ping sent a mental transmission to Yang Wei.

"Based on my understanding, Zhu Wenqian is most likely a sheltered daughter in the Saint Race. Hence, she never had to experience any pain nor actually fight for real since the members of the Saint Race are most likely going easy on her."

"Does Senior mean to say… she had never fought an actual battle before?"

"Un, you should be careful how you act around her and don't treat her like a peerless cultivator. The Saint Race doesn't necessarily go through life and death situations to increase their cultivation."

Yang Wei nodded his head.

"This junior thanked the Senior for his wisdom." Yang Wei then said.

"No need to thank me. I'm a part of your body as of this moment and I have exhausted myself today. I'll try to explain things for you at a later time." Fan Ping replied as he shut off the communication.

Yang Wei didn't try to ask Fan Ping anymore as he knelt down slightly.

"Don't move unnecessarily, Zhu Wenqian." Yang Wei warned as he lifted her pants slightly upward to check on the dislocated leg.