You, this beautiful lady—right now, I'm rigorously practicing every classic martial art from the Shaolin Temple, and I simply don't have the time to attend to you. After glancing at her, Gao Liang turned his gaze away and took a step forward. At that moment, Mei Huizi performed an action no one had expected—she pointed directly at Gao Liang's nose and said, "Last time you were rude to me. I'm coming to settle the score!" Gao Liang chuckled, clearly seeing that this sharp-tempered young girl had been holding onto the incident of their accidental kiss, which he himself had completely forgotten. Now, she was bringing it up again. So, he straightened up and asked, "What do you want from me?" "You must remove your monastic robe and come with me to Japan! Otherwise, I'll die right before your eyes!" With that, Mei Huizi pulled out a sharp ox-horn knife from her pocket, held it to her neck, closed her eyes, and prepared to make the cut. Gao Liang couldn't believe how stubborn Meihuizi had become. For heaven's sake, he'd always thought that as the abbot of Shaolin, he'd never have to settle for anything less than pure and clear—yet here he was, being stubbornly pushed around by a Japanese woman. How could he possibly focus on his cultivation now? Moreover, honestly speaking, he hadn't even felt that electric spark with her yet. "I'll give you three seconds," Meihuizi said, seeing Gao Liang still unmoved. "If you don't agree—then I'll…" She immediately stepped up her pressure, counting aloud to one, two, three, right before the hundred and eight Shaolin arhats. Good heavens, Gao Liang was now being held hostage by this Japanese woman—by sheer intimidation. He was furious. He wanted to summon his special abilities to control her, but as soon as he tried, Meihuizi's bright eyes were locked onto every single move of his, as if she could read his very thoughts—leaving him absolutely no room to maneuver. Mieko was leaning against her neck with a knife, unintentionally lifting her hands and revealing the V-shaped dress across her chest. Her tall, graceful figure easily caught a glimpse of the inner springtime charm. Her breasts were vast and exceptionally white—surely soft and yielding if touched. Japanese women's busts differ from those of Chinese girls, even though both are Eastern. Mieko's busts were particularly full, like two lush, rounded orbs, so full in fact that they nearly burst the V-shaped dress, with deep, inviting ridges between them. Mieko's figure was truly exceptional—elegant and graceful, resembling a Japanese goddess. Originally, Gao Liang had no sense of being electrified, but upon casually catching sight of Mieko's full, lush breasts, he instantly felt a spark. His nose warmed up; he didn’t want to reach out to touch them—he was certain he’d start bleeding from his nose. Any woman who makes you bleed from the nose is a woman you truly deserve to cherish. How spectacularly he had defined it. By now, Meguri had counted to three, yet Hōryū moved with such speed that as soon as he called a woman, he would immediately snatch the cow-horn sharp knife from her hands—what he called his second masterful technique from the Shaolin Temple, "seizing a sword mid-air." With a resounding "thwack," the knife unexpectedly ended up in Hōryū's grasp, and he flung it far away. Yet Meguri wanted to wound herself with her own hands, but Hōryū acted even faster, seizing her wrist and smiling brightly at her. "You really want to die, don't you?" he said. "I don't need you to interfere! My life is mine!" Meguri said the Chinese with a slightly uneven Japanese accent. "Alright! I'll agree!" Hōryū finally said, under pressure. Yet Meguri looked at him seriously with her bright eyes and shook her head. "Say it again!" she requested. Hōryū didn't hesitate—he repeated it immediately. The girl Mei Huizi is quite sharp. Addressing the one hundred and eight Shaolin disciples present, she said, "This is exactly what our abbot has said. In your country, there's a saying: 'One word, and it carries the weight of nine dou!' " Then, turning directly to Gao Liang, she declared, "Once it's said, you won't regret it!" As the young disciple Lin Tianhao and the one hundred and eight Shaolin disciples expressed their disappointment, Gao Liang stepped forward and said to everyone, "On my journey to Japan, I will make the Japanese realize that the martial arts of our Chinese nation are truly the finest. Moreover, our Chinese nation isn't only leading the world in martial arts—we are also ahead in intelligence!" "Clap! Clap! Clap!" The Shaolin disciples erupted into enthusiastic applause. Before leaving, Gao Liang patted young disciple Lin Tianhao on the shoulder and said, "After I go, you must carefully manage all affairs of the Shaolin Temple, including Master Hong Da's retreat for meditation and training!" Lin Tianhao naturally agreed. As he was leaving, High Light directly bowed three times before the closed door of Damo Cave, paying homage to the abbot Hong Da, who had been meditating in seclusion. He said, "Master, this journey to Japan is all about promoting the martial arts of our Chinese nation, so that the Japanese people may truly experience the essence of authentic Chinese skill!" The sound of his words reached the abbot Hong Da, who was quietly practicing within the cave. Even thirty meters beyond the cave entrance, High Light heard the abbot's voice: "Disciple, after you depart, go your own way. However, the Japanese have long been quietly observing and studying the refined martial arts of our Chinese tradition. Be vigilant—any small mistake you make could significantly impact the overall outcome. I sincerely hope you will bring honor to our Chinese nation!" Upon hearing this, High Light clenched his fists, a deep sense of national pride stirring within him—knowing that as a proud Chinese man of seven feet, he must strive to bring glory to his country on the international stage. Although it is currently 2011, now more than ever, it is essential to further elevate our country's standing on the international stage. I believe I can, I am capable. When Gao Liang departed from the Shaolin Temple, he went alone, without even informing his three close friends or the Jin Gang Jia. After all, now everyone knows that he is the abbot of the Shaolin Temple. Gao Liang's sole task was to issue a challenging assignment to Lin Tianhao and all the Shaolin monks—specifically, an intensive physical training program. He aimed to restore the Shaolin Temple's prestige. Under his meticulous guidance, each of the elite monks trained became a formidable warrior, fully capable of defeating enemies in intense combat. Mei Hui and Gao Liang traveled directly to Tokyo by air. When he first boarded the plane, Gao Liang noticed three tall, imposing men approaching him from the front, back, and right side. Already a seasoned professional, Gao sensed an aura around him—one charged with intensity and even a sense of hostility. Could it be that someone intended to ambush him? He glanced at Miwako, who had just gone to the restroom at the back of the plane; she should have returned by now. Gao had no idea who these three large men were, so to gather information, he pretended to be tired, leaning on the table and feigning sleep.