CMWKSD -Chapter 228 Time for Live Practice! Time for Live Practice!

Jiu Yue smiled brightly: “Today, we’re starting with Lesson One. The topic is: How many bones are there in the human body?”

She glanced around at the little mud figures.

It seemed important to keep it interactive—otherwise, these kids might fall asleep. And in her class, sleeping was absolutely not allowed.

So Jiu Yue was cheerful. She moved among the little mud figures standing on the bare ground, who had no place to sit and couldn’t possibly doze off, interacting with them.

“Does anyone know?”

No one answered. Everyone exchanged glances—they weren’t morticians, after all. Who would care about how many bones a human has?

Jiu Yue shook her head regretfully: “Don’t know? That’s okay. We’ll count them together.”

Before anyone could react, Jiu Yue suddenly produced a surgical knife from her waist.

A man was tied to a wooden post.

Jiu Yue didn’t waste words. She lifted his hand and pinched his fingers.

“One!”

“Two!”

“Ahhhh!”

She had only broken three finger bones, and the man was already screaming as if he were dying—he would actually take at least half an hour to die.

Why scream so early? Jiu Yue clicked her tongue, finding him a bit noisy.

She released his fingers and pinched his chin instead.

“You know, right? There are bones in the human tongue too. Let me check… if I count them, he probably won’t scream anymore.”

The bloody tongue was pulled out directly. Jiu Yue held it out on the table for the mud figures to see.

While watching, she suddenly exclaimed:

“Oh! My memory… I forgot! Tongues don’t have bones—the hyoid is in the neck. I’ll count that for you later.”

The man whimpered with his bloody mouth open.

The mud figures: ???!!!

Gagging sounds erupted—one after another.

Those who couldn’t stand it closed their eyes. Guards with hook-shaped eyes prodded them with bamboo poles. Others who tried to look away got prodded again.

And so it went for a whole hour.

Jiu Yue counted bones, explaining the position and function of each one.

Not just the trainees—even Shen Zongsheng, a battle-hardened young general, found it hard to bear.

On the battlefield, their style was quick and decisive. Who would process a person like this?

This felt more like interrogation or a training exercise.

It wasn’t only the trainees who vomited—officials from the Ministry of War acting as instructors also threw up, and the local guards even more so.

Jiu Yue kept going; no one was allowed to look away or move their head.

People began to suspect that this special training camp, supposedly with three hundred people, actually had nine hundred when you counted the guards and instructors!

The table was soaked in blood. At some point, the man had already died.

Jiu Yue, so engrossed in counting bones, hadn’t even noticed.

The bloody corpse lay on the ground like a pile of collapsed meat.

Clicking her tongue, she grabbed the man’s head and lifted him up.

“This is the last one—the skull…”

She sighed regretfully:

“My technique seems to have declined. Before, I could count all the way to the last few bones without killing the person. Need more practice.”

In broad daylight, everyone felt chilled to the bone.

The timid ones even chattered their teeth while trying to speak, attempting to appeal to Jiu Yue’s conscience or mercy.

“You… you’re murdering people!”

Jiu Yue hummed curiously: “Murdering people?”

Then she laughed out loud.

“So? I am murdering people. And…?”

“I said, if you want to mess with me, wait until you can walk out of here alive.”

After speaking, Shen Zongsheng hurriedly handed Jiu Yue a silk handkerchief.

Jiu Yue stepped down from the table, took a few steps, then suddenly remembered something.

“Oh, right. Make sure to review: how many bones people have, where each one is, and what it’s for. Don’t remember? That’s fine, I’ll review it with you later.”

“The only problem is choosing the teaching subject… might as well pick someone who can’t remember anything.”

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

At her words, several people immediately collapsed into the mud pit.

Hearing the noise, Jiu Yue turned, laughing broadly, tossed the handkerchief she had been using, and ran back.

“Oh, oh, here comes live practice again!”

“Bring him up! Let’s start Lesson Two: Where does it hurt the most?”

She pulled out a needle kit from her small bag as she walked.

The few who had fainted were immediately carried onto the table where the spy had been.

The table was still covered with blood and decayed flesh, which Jiu Yue didn’t bother clearing.

Several young masters were laid right on top of the gore.

The mud figures: !!!

Those who couldn’t handle it clutched their palms or thighs, determined not to pass out.

They knew if they fainted, they might never wake up.

Screams of unbearable pain echoed across the camp.

Jiu Yue’s sharp silver needles went in one after another.

Some woke, made eye contact with the spy, and immediately passed out again to receive another prick.

Some saw Jiu Yue smiling, got scared, and scrambled, only to pass out on the blood-soaked table and get pricked again.

Some pretended to be unconscious, afraid to wake up, only to get multiple pricks from Jiu Yue.

She teased them while pricking: “Oh? Not waking? Why isn’t this working?”

They had all thought they were done for, nearly dead from passing out, but Jiu Yue just stood up, hands on her hips, eyes squinting with a smile.

“Shen Zongsheng, note this person: extremely pain-tolerant. He’ll make a perfect teaching model for anatomy lessons.”

The man rolled his eyes. He was truly unconscious.

Jiu Yue kicked him, sending him flying.

He came to mid-air, only able to catch a glimpse of Jiu Yue.

Then it hit him: Jiu Yue’s fame wasn’t just for martial arts. Her medical skills were unmatched—Shen Zongsheng’s leg had been healed by her.

Could she really not tell he was faking? No—she was deliberately doing this.

Father!

Mother!

I want to go home!!!

Then—thud!—he landed in the mud pit, his mouth full of yellow mud and a terrible stench.

He had just vomited, so the pit wasn’t just mud.

The man immediately vomited again, violently.

He rolled his eyes several times, trying not to faint, forcing tears from his struggle.

Two streams of crystal-clear tears ran down his mud-streaked face, leaving perfect streaks along his chin.

Jiu Yue: …Is this kid here to perform a comedy?

Where is he even from?

Jiu Yue focused her gaze.

Wen Yu: …

His lips trembled with grievance.

But with Jiu Yue staring so intently, he didn’t even dare to breathe.

Why had he been so mouthy in the first place?

Ji Yiqing could hold office if he wanted. He could be scolded a few times, big deal.

People are talented, capable, and good. That’s why everyone praises them.

No one’s a strict spouse.

But who in the world would dare misbehave when their wife is someone like Jiu Yue?

Wahhhh! Can I go home now?