Huang Ye jumped down from the tree, feeling quite pleased with himself as he happily returned to his room.

"You look like you've found a bag of money, young master. What’s got you so cheerful?"

"Haha, I just tested my jumping ability in the courtyard and found I could jump five meters high. It's a miracle!"

"Young master, that branch doesn't seem very high, maybe around two zhang."

"Two zhang isn't high? It's taller than the two of us combined."

"True, it's impressive that you can jump so high right after waking up. You're amazing, young master. I can barely manage to jump up there."

Huang Ye was taken aback. This girl seemed to have a gentle way of teasing, but Qing'er’s next words hit even harder.

"Young master, if that branch is five meters high, the guards in the manor should be able to jump ten meters."

Huang Ye's face fell immediately. He had forgotten that this wasn't his previous life, and he couldn't compare his current achievements to those of the past.

His jumping ability might be better than an average person, but compared to trained Martial Artists, he was still weak.

No, he had to intensify his training. Even the guards could easily overpower him, and if he tried to run, they could effortlessly catch him.

In this world, it's not about being kind and getting bullied, but being weak and getting bullied.

Starting today, he would train his physical abilities using traditional methods.

Recalling the physical training methods from his past life, he first chose push-ups.

He did fifty push-ups in a row without feeling anything.

In his past life, he would have collapsed after thirty. Stop comparing with the past!

Switching to one-handed push-ups, he still felt nothing and easily did fifty.

Qing'er watched Huang Ye's movements with curiosity. Though inexperienced, she had seen such exercises during her training as a maid in the manor. Could the young master be practicing a certain skill?

Thinking of this, her face flushed, and her heart raced.

"Qing'er, lie on my back!"

Qing'er was stunned. Why did the young master want her to lie on his back? Did he want to do something embarrassing on the ground?

Imagining the scene, her face grew even hotter. But the young master's position was wrong; he should be on top.

Even if he was underneath, his face should be towards her.

Qing'er walked over, waiting for Huang Ye to turn over, but he remained in the same position.

"Young master, you need to turn around, and it's best to put a mat underneath. You've just recovered, and the ground is cold."

Huang Ye was puzzled. How could he do push-ups if he turned over? And there was no need for a mat!

Suddenly, he understood why Qing'er said that. It seemed this girl was always ready to offer herself.

"Qing'er, you're misunderstanding. I'm just exercising. Just lie on my back and hold on."

Qing'er's face turned completely red. This guy was really something!

She obediently lay on Huang Ye's back, holding him tightly, her soft chest pressing against him.

Huang Ye almost lost control, chanting mantras to calm himself.

He focused on doing push-ups, finally calming his impulses.

With Qing'er adding her ninety-plus pounds, the effect was much better.

They did two hundred push-ups together, and Huang Ye finally broke a sweat, drenched in perspiration.

Though the position was quite suggestive, Huang Ye was satisfied.

"Qing'er, you can get off now!"

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Qing'er, who had been enjoying the experience with her eyes closed, opened them. The feeling had been wonderful, like being on a small boat constantly rocking.

But the boat was stable, giving her a sense of security. The young master's back was broad and comfortable to lie on.

"Young master, you're all sweaty. Let me heat some water for you to wash. Are you okay to do that?"

"I'm much better now, not in much pain, and walking is fine."

"Alright then. You bring the water, and I'll wash myself."

Huang Ye had no choice. He couldn't go out, though he really wanted to take a swim in the small lake.

Now he was covered in sweat, and the smell would be unbearable in bed, not just for Qing'er but for himself too.

***

Half an hour later, Qing'er came in with a basin of water and a set of undergarments.

"Young master, let me help you undress!"

"No need, I can wash myself!"

"No, I must do it. I used to wash you often, and I know every mole on your body."

"Uh! That was before, when I didn't know anything. Now I'm awake and can do it myself."

"Even if you're awake, I’m used to it. I’d feel uncomfortable not doing it."

Damn, what a strange reason.

Fine, let her wash then.

Qing'er skillfully undressed him.

Huang Ye looked up at the sky, silently chanting Namo Amitabha!

Qing'er washed him meticulously, not missing a spot.

When she washed below, she deliberately lingered, almost making Huang Ye cry.

"Young master, you've grown a lot since before!"

Huang Ye didn't respond. Sometimes silence speaks louder than words.

"It's a pity it's too late now to use the wooden tub for a proper bath."

This little vixen, was she trying to torture him to death? The mantra had long lost its effect, and he was barely holding onto his sanity.

After washing, Qing'er helped him put on his undergarments.

Huang Ye jumped onto the bed in a flash, closing his eyes and reciting scriptures.

Not long after, Qing'er brought in another basin of water.

Upon entering, she began to undress herself.

Oh my, this little vixen, how could she bathe in my room?

"Young master, aren't you going to look?"

Huang Ye buried his head deep into the covers.

The sound of water splashing kept drilling into his ears.

Before long, a warm body snuggled up to him.

Huang Ye pretended to snore lightly.

Qing'er chuckled to herself. The young master was so fake. She had been sleeping with him for days, and this was the first time she heard him snore.

She didn't expose him. She was indeed exhausted today, her body not fully recovered, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Huang Ye opened his bright eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling, pondering his next steps.

***

Three days passed like this, and Qing'er had returned to normal, her wounds scabbed over.

Huang Ye continued his nightly training, even asking Qing'er to teach him the martial skills she had learned.

Seeing Huang Ye’s learning ability, Qing'er was amazed. The young master was incredibly strong-minded after regaining his senses.

It had taken her a year to learn those martial skills, training with the guards for a full year.

Even after returning, she practiced diligently whenever she had time, and had been practicing for nearly five years.

But the young master had learned some of them in just three days, and when sparring with her, he was almost on par.

"Young master, your learning ability is incredible. It took me a whole year to learn these moves."

"Oh! How old were you when you learned them?"

"Twelve years old."

"Well, you were young then, and your comprehension wasn't fully developed, so you learned slowly."

Though he replied to Qing'er like this, he understood that crossing over might have completely transformed his body and brain.

The original owner had become a fool at ten, so it was impossible to maintain good physical functions.

Though he didn’t know the names of these moves, he felt they were similar to some modern boxing and grappling techniques.

They were close-combat techniques, and if his learning ability was strong, he could indeed make up for the lack of a systematic approach.

But now he was learning relatively simple things, and he wondered if he could quickly grasp advanced martial arts techniques.

"Qing'er, I have a challenging task for you."

"Whatever the young master says, I will accomplish it no matter what."

"Go find those guards who taught you and ask them to teach you some lightfoot techniques."

"No problem! Brother Xu is very skilled in lightfoot techniques. He wanted to teach me back then, but I thought I wouldn’t need them in the manor, so I didn’t learn."

"Well, you must learn it this time so you can teach me. Learning lightfoot techniques is essential now to be able to leave."

"Understood, I'll go find Brother Xu right away."

Huang Ye lay on the bed, pondering. Yue'er had been behaving herself these past few days, without any unusual actions. Could she have discovered something?

Probably not. According to Qing'er's description, when encountering Yue'er, she was deeply into her role, and that little girl with yellow hair surely couldn’t tell.

Perhaps it was because Qing'er was always with him, leaving no opportunity for her to act.

Because from the meals these past few days, he had noticed some clues.

After three days of eating pastries, he started eating some meals, but only after Qing'er ate first and he observed her reaction.

He was certain that Yue'er wouldn’t harm the innocent; otherwise, both he and Qing'er would be in danger.

After all, he knew too little about the assassination methods of this world, and it would be hard to guard against any strange methods.

Now Huang Ye only ate breakfast and lunch, skipping dinner entirely, and had Qing'er secretly bring him some pastries to solve the dinner problem.

Qing'er, being clever and perceptive, noticed Huang Ye's act and was also wary of Yue'er.

***

In the afternoon, Qing'er returned, looking delighted, indicating she had learned the lightfoot techniques.

Sure enough, not only did she learn them, but she also brought back a lightfoot manual—"Water Walking."

After flipping through the manual, he found that the content was mostly understandable, much more straightforward than classical texts from his previous life.

Qing'er also explained what Brother Xu taught her.

Huang Ye pondered. This lightfoot technique was indeed impressive. If mastered, one could walk on water.

As long as one’s breath remained steady, they could run up to a hundred zhang.

If he reached that level, he could easily cross a large river.

"Young master, my body has recovered, and according to the manor's rules, Yue'er and I must take turns serving you."

"What do you think?"

"The manor's rules cannot be broken, or it will arouse suspicion."

"But I'm afraid Yue'er might harm you."

"Don't worry, I can protect myself now. She can't stir up much trouble."

"Are you interested in her body?"