Although he did not practice martial arts, Lin Zhennan treasured this sword manual as if it were priceless.
"With this thing, no medicine could compare. A man reaches middle age with no choice... but with this, heh, I can finally hold my head high."
Lin Zhennan thought to himself, muttering under his breath again.
"So long as I don't practice the martial arts written in it, with this thing around, why should I worry that my household will not flourish? It truly is a family heirloom."
Lin Zhennan turned and returned to the study.
The crisis of life and death had been resolved once more, and he had stumbled upon such good fortune as well. He was positively riding the spring breeze. Madam Wang, with her fiery temper, had not been this gentle in many years.
Yet as Lin Zhennan sat in his chair, he felt an ache and weakness in the hollow of his lower back, and could not help yawning twice more.
"Useful as those things are, to use them well, you still need the capital. When Sect Leader Yue comes in a while, I must ask him for a couple of health-preserving techniques. That is the long-term plan."
Ji Boying sat lazily on the steps at the edge of the training ground of the Lin Family's main escort agency, basking in the sun.
Three secret manuals that could make people of the martial world crack their heads open fighting over them had simply been tossed carelessly onto the ground.
Though these three martial arts did not seem particularly eye-catching—
This Pine Wind Swordplay was the core essence of the Qingcheng Sect's sword arts. It could be considered the core martial art of a first-rate sect in the martial world.
Even some first-rate masters without much of