Is It Too Late to Leave the Chat Group? Book 06 Chapter 022.1: Fu Hua’s First Lesson and Spiritual Energy Resurgence? Part 1

“Ki Impact!” When Chen Heng returned home through a black hole from the Holy Grail War’s world, what met him was not the sweet aroma of a hot meal or a warm greeting from Fu Hua but a fiery fist.

You can’t be serious, Immortal! All I did was mention your erotica and have your life-sized body pillow. Do those really warrant a punch right off the bat? That’s pretty petty.

Although Chen Heng was confounded, that didn’t prevent him from defending himself. The moment he heard the words “Ki Impact,” he instinctively shielded himself with an attraction barrier.

However, whether it was because the barrier was hastily constructed or for some other reason, Fu Hua’s fist broke through it with a single punch. Chen Heng suspected an external cause.

He had felt his ability suddenly weaken when Fu Hua’s fist touched the attraction barrier.

Trusting Fu Hua and his ancestor’s insights and, most importantly, the three transcender-level counterattacks stored in his necklace, Chen Heng chose not to draw the Immortal Executioner Sword in defense.

He thought Fu Hua might beat him up but wouldn’t kill him. After all, he admitted, he had been courting trouble, and a beating wasn’t undeserved.

He put himself in Fu Hua’s shoes, imagining how he’d feel if Fu Hua claimed to have a life-sized body pillow of him. He would…well, he found himself a bit excited at the thought.

True to Chen Heng’s trust, Fu Hua’s flaming fist stopped three centimeters from his forehead, and the flames vanished.

“That hurts!” Chen Heng clutched his forehead as he squatted on the ground.

Chen Heng wasn’t faking; Fu Hua’s fist hadn’t struck him, but her middle finger had flicked his forehead with some force.

While it might seem rude to say this, Fu Hua’s strength was substantial, and even with Chen Heng’s physically robust body, the pain was unbearable.

“Immortal, what a big welcome gift you have for me!”

“Call me Master,” Fu Hua replied, opening her fist palm-up to reveal a ring.

“…Master.” Chen Heng wanted to argue, but under Fu Hua’s seemingly delicat

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