Martial Cultivator

The young man reached out and took the tea bowl. Old Zhao thoughtfully poured him a bowl of tea. The young man tilted his head back and drank it all in one go. After handing the bowl back, he said helplessly, "Brother Zhao, why does it sound like you're hoping for me to die? If I die, where are you going to hear the contents of that fist technique manual from?"

Old Zhao burst into laughter. "If you can survive, then it doesn't matter whether I hear the fist technique manual or not. But if you die, even after hearing the whole manual, I wouldn't feel happy about it."

As for the matter of the fist technique manual, because Old Zhao came to see him every day over the past few days, their relationship gradually improved. Afterward, the young man took the initiative to mention that he had studied a fist technique manual before. It was not extraordinarily profound, but definitely not bad either. He estimated that he was about to die, so the fist technique manual would likely be lost forever. Since Elder Brother seemed like a good person, he might as well pass it on to him.

At first, Old Zhao did not take it seriously. But after the young man recited the first form of the fist technique manual, Old Zhao looked as though he had seen something incredible. From then on, he came every day to listen to the young man teach him the fist technique manual. However, the young man said that his energy was limited, and he could only explain one form each day. In the end, how much Brother Zhao could learn would depend on how many days he managed to stay alive.

At the time, Old Zhao curiously asked how many forms the fist technique manual contained, but the young man kept deliberately keeping him in suspense and refused to tell him.

Still, Old Zhao was not the sort of person to get to the bottom of everything. Learning one day at a time was enough, and he was not particularly anxious about it, being fairly broad-minded.

After drinking the tea, the young man lay back down again, crossing his hands behind his head as a pillow, and smiled. "If Elder Brother Zhao wants to hear more, that's not impossible. Didn't you say you have a daughter? Introduce her to me, and I'll risk my life to spill everything in one go."

Old Zhao cursed, "The hell, you're actually trying to set your sights on my daughter? With your sickly body, if my daughter really married you, wouldn't she become a widow in no time?"

The young man glanced helplessly at Old Zhao. "Elder Brother Zhao, to be fair, although what you said makes some sense, it really sounds awful. You don't want to marry your daughter to me, but I don't even want to marry her either. With Elder Brother's looks, who knows what your daughter might look like!"