Imperial Treasure
Chapter 105 - 84: Martial Contest

Chapter 105: Chapter 84: Martial Contest

Masters proficient in Chinese Kung Fu mostly disdain Taekwondo and Karate; therefore, the design of their Martial Arts Uniforms would never resemble those styles—no blue or black belts here, only waistbands!

When Sui Yi received a set of Martial Arts Uniforms, she was slightly stunned but didn’t think much of it, and went straight into the women’s changing room to change.

By the time she came out, she had already changed and was standing by the wall, waiting for A’s footsteps to approach.

A moment of surprise.

The Martial Arts Uniform was very simple: a two-piece outfit, made of soft silk fabric, loose and supple, in pure black. Designed with a shallow V-neck to avoid chafing the neck and ensure good ventilation, it had just two rows of buttons and no other embellishments except for a silk belt that tied the slightly long vest at the waist.

It was simple and elegant, but not particularly striking in beauty.

However, worn by Sui Yi, with skin white as snow and features as if painted, it somehow exuded an extraordinary and coldly aloof allure.

In the past, whether Sui Yi acted or spoke, her facial expressions were always calm, rarely showing anger; hence, without asserting her presence, dressed in a school uniform, she truly resembled a young girl.

But now, dressed in pure black Martial Arts Uniform, her silent and indifferent approach highlighted her inherent cold and aloof temperament, like the freezing edge of an Ice Sword unsheathed.

A was dumbstruck for quite a while, until Sui Yi asked a question, snapping him back to reality.

"Oh? You’re asking about this broom... Naturally, it’s for you to use."

For me to use?

Sui Yi looked at the broom and fell silent for a moment. A thought that the typically composed girl was shocked by his abruptness, so he cracked a smile and said, "It’s a duty for newcomers on their first day to sweep the floor... How long you sweep depends on you."

Isn’t that a setup? Normal reactions would involve rushing back to confront that uncle who took the money and demand a refund—those would likely be normal emotions.

However, Sui Yi’s response was to take the broom handle and ask, "Which area should I sweep?"

"..."

A smiled and was not surprised, leading Sui Yi through a door into a hallway.

Once they entered, they realized the place was quite large. This estate was rumored to be Shi Yunkai’s ancestral home, covering nearly three thousand square meters. Although it was near the outer suburbs and fields, the bustling downtown area was just in front, making this ancestral estate’s value indescribable. It led others to truly believe that Shi Yunkai didn’t open a martial arts academy for the money; otherwise, just renting out this place would have earned him a fortune in daily rent.

Sui Yi seemed to have a particular fondness for this kind of estate, especially after catching the scent of osmanthus coming from a grove just beyond the courtyard...

"There’s an Osmanthus Woods outside the courtyard?" Sui Yi asked A, who was idly hanging around, as she diligently swept the corridor.

"Yeah, that area is Elder Shi’s residence. I’ve heard the Osmanthus Grove is several hundred years old, passed down through Shi’s family lineage. They never had the heart to cut it down; otherwise, they could have expanded this estate even further.

The aroma from a centuries-old Osmanthus Grove was intoxicating, filling Sui Yi with an indescribably good mood. A smile crept onto her face, which made A feel that even if she wasn’t completely satisfied with the martial arts taught at the academy, she wouldn’t regret coming here,

This thought brightened his mood as well.

But as they continued sweeping, Sui Yi and A heard a loud commotion coming from the Osmanthus Woods.

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Is the martial training not going well?

The problem was that the training area was in another courtyard on the other side, not this one...

Neither of them could suppress their curiosity to explore, so Sui Yi, carrying her broom, stepped in...

Inside the Osmanthus Woods, myriad osmanthus trees stood, each placed at precise intervals, forming a long avenue hundreds of meters long lined with numerous Osmanthus trees.

Osmanthus flowers are small and shy, neither flamboyant nor too subdued. When there are few blooms, they are hardly visible; when abundant, they appear as clusters that weigh down the branches, dense yet not necessarily pleasing to the eye. But they bloom not for their appearance, but for their fragrance, which is captivating. When their scent fills the air and the wind carries it, the proverb of "a hundred miles of Osmanthus fragrance" is no exaggeration.

At this moment, amidst hundreds of Osmanthus trees, a group of people burst out with thunderous shouting.

Fists and feet collided, breathing overlapped, and the air resounded with thuds.

The fluttering Osmanthus petals stirred by the wind’s force wafted an even stronger scent...

Thump!

A person in a black Martial Arts Uniform was defeated, retreating several meters before stopping himself with a stone underfoot.

Suppressing the suffocating feeling rising in his chest, he looked up to see a tall and mighty young man, shaking his fist at him, his wide smile revealing white teeth, reminding the defeated of a good-natured, yet formidable black bear.