Brother Xu, Do You Want a Wife?

Xu Zhiming returned home, washed up, changed clothes, and lay down on his bed.

He closed his eyes and planned out roughly how much Vitality he could raise tomorrow.

For his current Vitality increase, he had two bottles of Level 10 Demonic Beast Essence Blood, which should be enough for tomorrow.

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

He estimated that, at his current potion-refining speed, two bottles a day would be about right.

Beep beep beep...

A notification sounded from his hand.

Xu Zhiming opened his phone and tapped it while looking down. It was Meng Tian, whom he had added yesterday.

"Brother Xu, do you want a wife?"

"Yes. A rich wife—the kind who can afford the resources to cultivate me into a True King level powerhouse."

"Hahahaha... No such thing."

Xu Zhiming's fingers flew rapidly across the screen.

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

The other side sent an all-knowing expression.

"I heard your Wind Thunder Fist has reached the fifth level, Brother Xu. Can you give me some guidance?"

Xu Zhiming stared at the message and fell into thought.

With the system as his little assistant,

it would not be long before E-grade Potions became far less effective for him.

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

Besides, he also needed a suitable long spear.

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

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

"Sure, but you'll have to pay extra."

"I can help you reach the sixth level."

"I understand. Pay extra."

Xu Zhiming gave him a like.

It would not be long before he raised Wind Thunder Fist to the sixth level.

At most, half a month.

Now, it took him less than a minute to perform Wind Thunder Fist once.

Every time brought at least a 10x Critical Hit. Training for one day now was worth at least two or three months of his previous training.

Xu Zhiming had also considered doing after-school tutoring.

Given how widespread Wind Thunder Fist was in Great Xia, with his Wind Thunder Fist at the fifth level, there would definitely be many people signing up.

After thinking it over, he decided against it.

Quantity could not compare to quality.

Someone like Meng Tian, who did not lack money—one was enough.

He did not want to teach others. It would waste too much precious time.

Watching the critical hit multiplier climb higher and higher, Xu Zhiming felt himself becoming increasingly addicted.

Not to mention that one bottle of potion for him was equivalent to at least ten bottles for others.

As long as he had enough money, that was enough.

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

"If I reach the sixth level in a month, I'll give you a Martial Dao Meditation Technique. It can temper the body and improve aptitude, suitable for people below Level 20."

Xu Zhiming's fingers stroked the icy phone screen, but his heart burned fiercely.

A Martial Dao Meditation Technique was absolutely a good thing!

Cultivating a Martial Dao Meditation Technique increased Vitality far faster than cultivating martial skills.

Even the worst Martial Dao Meditation Technique improved one's Vitality twice as fast as practicing martial skills.

Generally speaking, students from ordinary backgrounds could not come into contact with Visualization Diagrams unless they got into Martial Arts University.

Much less a Visualization Diagram that could temper the body and improve aptitude.

"What is this Martial Dao Visualization Diagram called?"

"Thunderbolt Gaba..."

"Rolling Heavenly Thunder, created by True King Wind Thunder. It is a Martial Dao Visualization Diagram paired with Wind Thunder Fist."

Ripples spread across Xu Zhiming's calm heart.

Like a pebble tossed into a still lake.

With a Martial Dao Meditation Technique, his Vitality growth speed would rise to another level.

Xu Zhiming decided that he would spend most of his time practicing Wind Thunder Fist and raise it to the sixth level.

"Alright. Set a time, and I'll teach you Wind Thunder Fist."

"I'll pick you up tomorrow. You can come to the Martial Hall with me to practice boxing."

Xu Zhiming thought about it. The other party might not necessarily be able to get up after five o'clock.

"Six thirty."

"No... Brother Xu, Wind Thunder Martial Hall doesn't open until nine."

Xu Zhiming shook his head and typed a few words.

"Fine, tomorrow at eight..."

Realizing he had typed the wrong words, he held down the delete key and erased everything before typing again.

"Eight thirty, at the entrance to First High School."

After receiving an affirmative reply, Xu Zhiming closed his eyes and drifted into dreams.

The next day, he woke up at six.

Xu Zhiming glanced at the time. It was a little later than usual, but he knew that he had trained too long yesterday and was somewhat tired.

He had slept a few extra minutes.

That would not do. He would punish himself by practicing Wind Thunder Fist a few more times today to make up for it.

"Full of energy. Train hard."

Xu Zhiming took five or six minutes to wash up, then headed toward school.

At the entrance to First High School.

White light shone down from the streetlamps.

The youth loudly called the security guard awake.

A middle-aged security guard rubbed his eyes as he came over, yawning.

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

Xu Zhiming smiled shyly.

"Thank you, sir."

The security guard waved a hand, his face full of encouragement.

"I said long ago that someone as hardworking as you would definitely get into a good university.

"Now that you're in the school's top ten, I can use you to motivate my child in high school too."

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

The security guard's gaze fell upon Xu Zhiming.

Never missing a day, keeping it up for so long—people like him were the ones ordinary people should admire.

Powerhouses like True King Wind Thunder were too far removed from them.

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

He arrived at the martial arts hall.

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

"Once my Vitality reaches one hundred points, I'll be able to see in the dark and won't need to turn on my phone."

He took out one bottle of the Level 10 Demonic Beast Essence Blood potion he had obtained yesterday.

He tilted his head back and drank it.

The icy-cold potion slid down his throat and into his stomach, while a slightly violent energy raged through his body.

Xu Zhiming curled his lip. Sure enough, it was exactly as the textbooks said.

Demonic Beast Essence Blood potions contained far more violent energy than potions refined from medicinal herbs.

Drinking a Vitality Potion would not produce this faint ache throughout the body.

He took off his jacket and set it aside.

Then he performed Wind Thunder Fist.

Fist winds howled, and white light flashed over his fists.

A booming roar accompanied a faint crackle of electricity.

Xu Zhiming performed Wind Thunder Fist with all his strength.

He needed to reach the sixth level faster.

A critical hit could only be obtained after he completed one full performance.

Lines of text constantly flashed across the panel.

You diligently cultivated Wind Thunder Fist three hundred times, triggering a 100x Critical Hit

You diligently cultivated Wind Thunder Fist once, triggering a 30x Critical Hit

You diligently cultivated Wind Thunder Fist once, triggering a 10x Critical Hit

In the distance.

A yawning figure walked over. It was Wang Hu.

He had set an alarm for six thirty and came to the first floor of the martial arts hall to practice martial arts.

He did not disturb Xu Zhiming, finding an area to train by himself.

Before dawn.

The lights in the corner of the first floor of the martial arts hall shone brightly.

Two figures danced incessantly beneath the lights.

Continuous booms and faint crackling currents.

The two sounds grew louder and louder.

After finishing his martial skill practice, Wang Hu seemed to sense something. He turned back to look at Xu Zhiming.

He watched the electric current around Xu Zhiming's hands grow stronger and the light grow brighter.

"What kind of freak is this? He only reached the fifth level yesterday, and he can still improve this rapidly and fiercely?"

Wang Hu sighed.

Good comprehension really was awesome. His martial skill was improving 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 had risen, his momentum was already unstoppable.

They would probably send someone to appease Xu Zhiming very soon.

The sky gradually brightened, and more and more people arrived.

Zeng Hao and the others watched Xu Zhiming's clearly accelerated speed.

They guessed that Xu Zhiming was very likely refining a Demonic Beast Essence Blood potion.

Eight o'clock.

Xu Zhiming stopped performing Wind Thunder Fist, breathing heavily.

You diligently refined a potion. Vitality increased by 0.12, triggering a 10x Critical Hit. Vitality increased by 1.2

Vitality: 15.38

Beep beep beep...

"Brother Xu, I'm here."