Hua Qingcheng's fury instantly exploded upon hearing this. She looked at Zuo An angrily, "Zuo An! You must be lying to me, right? Humph, I don't believe it!"

Hua Qingcheng took a deep breath, suppressing her annoyance. She believed that failure was the mother of success—no, the father of success! Perhaps she was simply not skilled enough. So, she decided to try the leap again.

Hua Qingcheng ran into the yard with light steps, took a run-up, and jumped... But this time, she still did not leap up as lightly as Zuo An, but fell to the ground in embarrassment.

Unwilling to give up, Hua Qingcheng tried again and again, but each time ended in failure. Her clothes gradually became dirty and her hair became messy, but her eyes were full of determination and unyielding spirit.

However, no matter how hard Hua Qingcheng tried, the result remained unchanged. She finally stopped panting, looking at her feet, her heart filled with confusion and frustration.

At this moment, Hua Qingcheng was filled with doubts, and she gradually began to question Zuo An's words. Could it be that she was really, as Zuo An said, a useless body unable to gather internal energy and perform Qing Gong? This thought suddenly made her feel furious, but she was helpless.

Seeing this, Zuo An, standing nearby, rubbed his brows with a headache, his face showing a hint of fatigue and helplessness. He lowered his voice and said gently, "You've done well enough, but martial arts are just not suitable for you..."

At the same time, Qian Ye, who was hiding in the dark, silently watched Hua Qingcheng practicing Qing Kung fu tirelessly. His expressionless face, like an eternal glacier, couldn't help but show a slight crack.

"Xingyue, your divine power has long been sealed. If I hadn't sent you to that distant otherworld, I'm afraid you wouldn't even be able to master the most basic grappling and fighting techniques. Instead of struggling to master mortal martial arts, why not focus on your zither skills and fully unleash the Demon-Subduing Lute's mighty power?"

Qianye's cool words were like a gentle breeze, drifting through the elegant and quiet courtyard. However, Hua Qingcheng, with her mortal body, could not hear what he said.