?Mobile reading Qin Feng listened to Isabella's suggestion—he had actually expected this approach long before, having used it many times in the past. To achieve a sense of suddenness, the beautiful instructor certainly couldn't reveal her identity. Quickly, Qin selected an unfortunate candidate: a smaller school with ties to the Kaga school. This time, instead of eliminating them outright, he issued a final warning. When the smaller school received the final warning, the head of the school nearly lost his bladder. In polite terms, he considered himself a branch of the Kaga school—this was merely a strategic advantage during recruitment. In reality, they had long since become just an organization that hosted students practicing karate. Yet, to claim no connection with the Kaga school, the head had once actually been a Kaga school member himself. These people, once well-off, had completely forgotten the skills they once learned during their youth. But to attract more students, he played a clever game, never severing ties with the Kaga school, and annually sent a substantial tribute to strengthen their relationship. Thus, he could consistently present himself as an official representative of the Kaga school, engaging in various pretensions and claims. Recently, he heard that the Kaga school had suffered heavy losses—many had died or been injured, and only a few remained. This news deeply alarmed him, and he was relieved that his interactions with the Kaga school had not been extensive, otherwise he would surely have been affected as well. Yet, not long after feeling reassured, misfortune struck him personally. He promptly reached out to his former acquaintances, expecting that this person would have perished, but to his surprise, he managed to establish contact. After the call, the person advised him to remain calm and refrain from taking any immediate action, assuring him that everything would be handled by others. Hakase Ichisuke was struggling to trace Qin Feng's whereabouts when, upon hearing the news, he joyfully rushed to the old monkey's presence and said, "Master, we've found him! He's in XXX City in the south, and he's targeting one of our branches!" The old monkey slammed the table: "Excellent! Now that we've found him, we must immediately inform the Master of Messages and have him ready to depart—I'll be off right away!" "Understood," said Hakase Ichisuke, who had already turned to leave. But he paused and suggested, "Master, perhaps you'd take a bath and change into fresh clothes? After all, it's a meeting with an old friend from your younger days—your appearance should be a bit more refined." He deeply admired the old monkey, who had been out of the cave for so long yet still hadn't washed his face or body; the smell of his person could be detected from eight stadia away. Without his formidable strength, no one would have tolerated him. The old monkey narrowed his eyes: "I've grown accustomed to days without bathing. If you find me unclean, then go on without coming near me!" "Jiahe, with a determined expression, said, "You always think I want to be close to you, but every time I try, I'm smothered—my body is always coated with that unpleasant odor, just like a beggar who's just crawled out of a bathroom. Watching his retreating figure, the old monkey hummed, 'You complain about my dirtiness, but I've never once thought you're a fool. With such mediocre strength and a big temper, you're fit to serve as acting head of Jiahe's branch? When I finally settle Qin Feng, the first person I'll take down will be you!' That evening, Daoxin Master arrived at the agreed-upon spot, yet wouldn't move forward even when only twenty meters remained. The old monkey greeted him with a smile, 'Old friend, it's been a while—your vitality remains as strong as ever!' The old monk bowed his hands together, 'You're still as graceful as ever. Are you deliberately making yourself smell so foul?' The old monkey blushed, asking, 'Is the smell really that strong? I don't even detect it!' " "The old monk sighed with a touch of resignation, saying, 'The aroma can carry a kilometer—I smelled it from afar. My dear friend, you're from the ninja tradition, and your body must remain odorless; that's the very basic requirement. Didn't you remember?' The old monkey's face turned crimson once again, feeling deeply embarrassed for having overlooked Hachigata Ichirō's advice and now losing face before his friend. 'On purpose,' he insisted, holding his ground, 'This is to better conceal my own scent and blend seamlessly with the surrounding environment!' The old monk furrowed his brows, asking, 'So, is your meditation retreat located in a public restroom or a septic tank?' The monkey's face flushed even more deeply, realizing he couldn't keep pressing this point further. Pointing in a certain direction, he said, 'The enemy might come from that way, my friend. Let's prepare for battle. I suggest you take cover first. Once I engage the enemy, you strike at the right moment—how does that sound?' " "I don't think so. He wasn't even your match to begin with. With me joining in, what's the point of making a surprise attack?" The old monk didn't adopt his suggestion. "Moreover, as a Buddhist monk, it would be unethical to strike from behind. Let's have a direct confrontation instead!" The old monkey held his disdain, though he didn't let it show. The monk continued, "Once I've helped you this time, our matter is settled. From now on, don't send anyone else to me—I'm very busy!" The old monkey finally regained his composed expression, only for it to turn crimson once again. Methinks Hachiguchi was right—indeed, they hadn't treated him as a true friend, and he had been overly optimistic. The old monk remained distant, and the two proceeded one after the other toward their destination. Not long after they arrived, Qin Feng came as well, stepping forward on the flying sword with a proud demeanor and shouting down, "Listen up, everyone inside! I'm here! If you're smart, solve your own problems now—don't make me intervene!" The dojo was completely empty, from the master—also the head of the stream—to the coaches, down to the students, all of them had already fled. The old monkey didn’t want to embarrass himself before Daoxin Master, so he leapt up, pointing at the sky and shouting, “Qin Feng, don’t act so confident! Last time you ran, this time I’ll have you dead!” “What did you just say?” Qin asked, pretending to be deeply surprised. “Say it again—exactly who ran, right in front of the old monk? Are you lying to him now?” He hadn’t expected the old monkey to bring a helper, and even more surprising, a kind-faced old monk. Yet he didn’t take it too seriously, since his own team had allies as well. Seeing his own embarrassment about to be exposed once again, the old monkey quickly turned to the monk and said, “Don’t listen to him—he’s trying to create discord between us. Let’s team up and eliminate him together!” “Alright, but he can fly. We’re stuck on the ground, and that will be a disadvantage.” Daoxin Master drew out the nine-ritual staff he had been carrying all along. "No problem, we have two of us!" The old monkey spoke with confidence, drawing out two swords—one long and one short—and readied himself for attack. Qin, the young lord, called out, "Wait a moment, don't rush things! I think we should clarify things first. Who exactly was the one who escaped last time? Monkey Wild, if you don't make this clear, I'll just float in the air and won't come down—see how long you can hold out!"