Brother Xu, Do You Want a Wife?

Xu Zhiming arrived home, washed up, changed into his clothes, and lay down on the bed.

Closing his eyes, he planned roughly how much blood energy he could increase tomorrow.

For his blood energy boost tomorrow, he had two bottles of Level 10 Demonic Beast Essence Blood, which should be enough.

Tomorrow afternoon, he'd go half an hour early to Cloud Water Mall to pick up one or two bottles of E-grade Azure Potion.

He estimated that at his current rate of refining potions, two bottles a day was about right.

Beep, beep, beep...

The notification sound rang from his hand.

Xu Zhiming opened his phone, looked down, and tapped it—it was Meng Tian, who he'd added yesterday.

"Brother Xu, you want a wife or not?"

"Sure, a rich one, the kind who can fund my cultivation resources all the way to True King level."

"Hahahaha... that I don't have."

Xu Zhiming's fingers flew across the screen.

"If there's something, just say it straight."

The other side sent a "know-it-all" emoji.

"I heard Brother Xu, you've reached the fifth level of Wind Thunder Fist. Can you carry me?"

Xu Zhiming stared at this message, lost in thought.

With the system as his little assistant, it wouldn't be long before E-grade Potions lost much of their effectiveness for him.

A bottle of D-grade Potion cost several hundred thousand; two million could only buy three or four bottles.

Moreover, he still needed a suitable long spear.

A weapon was a martial artist's most loyal companion.

Weapons suitable for martial artists above Level 10 cost upwards of a million at the drop of a hat.

"Alright, but it'll cost extra."

"I can take you up to the sixth level."

"I get it, extra cost."

Xu Zhiming gave a thumbs-up.

It wouldn't take long before he could raise Wind Thunder Fist to the sixth level.

At most half a month.

Now, when he ran through Wind Thunder Fist once, it took less than a minute.

Each time, at least a 10x Critical Hit; training for a day now was at least equivalent to two or three months of training before.

Xu Zhiming had also thought about tutoring on the side.

Given how widespread Wind Thunder Fist was in Daxia, with his fifth-level Wind Thunder Fist, there would definitely be plenty of people signing up.

He thought it over, but decided against it.

Quantity couldn't compare to quality.

Someone like Meng Tian, who didn't lack money—one was enough.

He didn't want to lecture others; it was a huge waste of precious time.

Watching the critical hit multiplier climb higher and higher, Xu Zhiming felt himself getting more and more addicted.

Besides, one bottle of potion he drank was at least equivalent to ten bottles for others.

Having enough money was fine.

"Brother Xu, if you can get me to the fifth level in a week, I'll give you five million."

"Get me to the sixth level in a month, and I'll give you a Martial Dao Meditation Technique, with body-tempering and talent-boosting effects, suitable for those below Level 20."

Xu Zhiming's fingers stroked the cold phone screen, but his heart burned with heat.

A Martial Dao Meditation Technique—absolutely a good thing!

Cultivating a Martial Dao Meditation Technique increased blood energy much faster than training martial skills.

Even the worst Martial Dao Meditation Technique was at least twice as fast as training martial skills.

Generally speaking, ordinary students who couldn't get into Martial Arts University had no way to access a Martial Dao Visualization Diagram.

Let alone one with body-tempering and talent-boosting effects.

"What's the name of this Martial Dao Meditation Technique?"

"Thunder Gaba..."

"Rolling Heavenly Thunder, created by True King Wind Thunder, a Martial Dao Meditation Technique that pairs with Wind Thunder Fist."

Xu Zhiming's calm heart rippled.

Like a single stone tossed into a still lake.

With the Martial Dao Meditation Technique, his Vitality would rise even faster.

Xu Zhiming decided: he would spend most of his time training Wind Thunder Fist, pushing it to the Sixth Layer.

"Alright, pick a time. I'll take you to train Wind Thunder Fist."

"I'll pick you up tomorrow. You and I will go to the martial hall to train."

Xu Zhiming thought for a moment. The other party might not be able to get up at five.

"Six-thirty, then."

"No... Xu-ge, Wind Thunder Martial Hall opens at nine."

Xu Zhiming shook his head and spat out a few words.

"Fine, tomorrow at eight..."

He realized he'd typed it wrong, held down the delete key to erase everything, and retyped.

"Eight-thirty, at No. 1 High School's main gate."

After receiving a confirmation, Xu Zhiming closed his eyes and drifted into sleep.

The next day, he woke up at six.

Xu Zhiming glanced at the time—a bit later than usual—but he knew he'd trained too long yesterday and was tired.

He slept a few more minutes.

No good. He'd punish himself by practicing Wind Thunder Fist a few extra times today to make up for it.

"Full spirit, train hard."

Xu Zhiming spent five or six minutes washing up, then headed toward school.

At No. 1 High School's main gate.

White lamplight shone beneath the streetlamp.

The youth called out loudly to wake the guard.

A middle-aged security uncle shuffled over, rubbing his eyes and yawning.

"Xu Zhiming, you're this punctual every morning. I don't even need to set an alarm anymore."

Xu Zhiming gave a shy smile.

"Thanks, Uncle."

The security uncle waved his hand, his face full of encouragement.

"I used to tell you that with this much effort, you'd definitely get into a good university.

Now that you've broken into the school's top ten, I can use you to motivate my own kid in high school."

Xu Zhiming smiled, waved, and walked toward the martial arts hall.

The security uncle's gaze lingered on Xu Zhiming.

Every day, never a break, keeping it up for so long—this kind of person was the one ordinary people could truly admire.

A powerhouse like True King Wind Thunder was too far from them.

With the same C-grade aptitude, Xu Zhiming's performance was what ordinary people could learn from.

Arriving at the martial arts hall.

It was still very dark. Xu Zhiming turned on his phone's flashlight and found the light switch.

"When my Vitality reaches one hundred points and I can see in the dark, I won't need to use my phone anymore."

He took out the bottle of Level 10 Demonic Beast Essence Blood he'd gotten yesterday.

Tilting his head back, he drank it down.

The cool, icy liquid slid down his throat into his stomach, and a slightly violent energy rampaged through his body.

Xu Zhiming curled his lip. Just like the textbook said.

Demonic Beast Essence Blood potions were much more violent in energy than those refined from medicinal herbs.

When you drank a Vitality Potion, your body didn't ache like this.

He took off his jacket and set it aside.

He began practicing Wind Thunder Fist.

Fists whistled through the air, twin fists blazing with white light.

A booming sound, a faint crackle of electricity.

Xu Zhiming threw himself into Wind Thunder Fist with full force.

He needed to break through to the Sixth Layer faster.

A critical hit could only be obtained after completing a full cycle of practice.

Various notifications flashed across the panel.

[You diligently practiced Wind Thunder Fist three hundred times, triggering a 100x Critical Hit]

[You diligently practiced Wind Thunder Fist once, triggering a 30x Critical Hit]

[You diligently practiced Wind Thunder Fist once, triggering a 10x Critical Hit]

[...]

In the distance.

A person walked over while yawning—it was Wang Hu.

He had set a 6:30 alarm and came to the first floor of the martial arts hall to train.

He didn't disturb Xu Zhiming and found a spot to practice on his own.

The sky had not yet brightened.

The light in the corner of the martial arts hall's first floor shone brightly.

Two figures moved continuously under the light.

A continuous rumble, faint crackling of electricity.

The two sounds grew louder and louder.

Wang Hu finished his martial technique practice, felt something stir in his heart, and turned to look at Xu Zhiming.

He watched as the electricity on Xu Zhiming's hands grew stronger and the light grew brighter.

"What kind of freak is this? He only advanced to the fifth tier yesterday, and he can still improve this fast?"

Wang Hu sighed.

Good comprehension was just awesome—martial techniques improved so quickly.

He was very curious whether the principal, who wanted to curry favor with the top-ranked Qiu Yingzong, would panic upon seeing Xu Zhiming's comprehension.

Now that Xu Zhiming was rising, it was already unstoppable.

They should be sending someone to appease Xu Zhiming soon.

The sky gradually brightened, and more people arrived.

Zeng Hao and the others watched Xu Zhiming's noticeably faster speed.

They guessed that Xu Zhiming was likely refining the Monster Beast Essence Blood potion.

Eight o'clock.

Xu Zhiming stopped his Wind Thunder Fist and panted heavily.

[You diligently refined the potion, Qi and Blood increased by 0.12, triggering a 10x Critical Hit, Qi and Blood increased by 1.2]

[Qi and Blood: 15.38]

Beep, beep, beep...

"Brother Xu, I'm here."