Zhao Ritian refused to learn it no matter what.
He even asked the old man if he knew what "brain cripple" meant.
The old man said it meant essence, but incomplete essence.
He even explained to Zhao Ritian that it was not saying this footwork was bad, but rather that it was a fusion of martial arts and philosophy!
No matter how refined, exquisite, or advanced something was, it was bound to have flaws.
The realm martial artists pursued should not be perfection, because perfection did not exist.
On the contrary, accepting its shortcomings, imperfections, and weaknesses, then making good use of those flaws, could achieve unexpected results with half the effort...
But Zhao Ritian would not accept it.
He would not even be able to mention this technique to anyone after leaving!
How was he supposed to mention it?
When things got heated, point at the other person's nose and say, "Watch me kick you to death with Brain Cripple Foot!?"
That was way too demoralizing.
But the old man would not let it go. He insisted that Zhao Ritian learn it.
As the two dragged things out, the Ancestor had already arrived with a group of people.
Standing on high ground, she sneered. "Old Scoundrel, long time no see!"
The moment Old Scoundrel saw the Ancestor, he flew into a rage.
"You little dead girl! What are you doing here? This old man will never hand the Nine Yin False Sutra over to you!"
The Ancestor laughed. "If you do not hand it over, you can stay here forever and live with the crocodiles. Zhao Ritian, come up."
Zhao Ritian stood up, looked at the Ancestor, and angrily said,
"You said you were on our side. Why are you going back on your word?"
The Ancestor said, "My