Make Him Join Us Sincerely

After discussing matters with Ling Tianjian, Meng Tian turned and left the office. Ling Tianjian remained in his chair.

Ling Tianjian immediately submitted an application to the higher-ups.

In the eyes of Cloud Water City's students, he was the elusive master of Wind Thunder Martial Hall.

But in the eyes of people with powerful backgrounds like Meng Tian, he was merely someone who handled affairs.

A youthful face flashed through Ling Tianjian's mind.

With Xu Zhiming connected to Meng Tian, even if his future could not be called a broad, open road, it would at least be smooth sailing across a level plain.

There was one more matter before him that needed handling.

Xiang Benli, the Martial Hall's only instructor who had reached the fourth level of Wind Thunder Fist, had left.

He needed to find someone to keep Wind Thunder Fist going at the Martial Hall.

Wind Thunder Martial Hall was strong, but it was not without competitors.

If one of its rivals found out that Wind Thunder Martial Hall had no one to teach Wind Thunder Fist, it would definitely become a laughingstock.

He needed to have a talk with Xu Zhiming.

As long as they could hold on for a month, he could have the higher-ups send over someone who specialized in Wind Thunder Fist.

After thinking it over, Ling Tianjian decided to speak with Xu Zhiming.

"First, settle the Martial Dao Visualization Chart. When I take him to visualize it, I'll talk to him then."

"Two days should be enough for the C-Class Martial Dao Visualization Chart to arrive."

Inside the Training Room.

Xu Zhiming continued practicing martial arts.

Meng Tian slipped his phone into his pocket and took a deep breath. He had finally persuaded his older sister.

Doubting looks?

He believed that two months from now, Xu Zhiming would definitely get into one of the most elite schools.

There was no other reason.

A fist revealed the heart.

And besides that, there was trust between men.

If Xu Zhiming entered Great Xia Divine Martial University, he would have another friend.

One more friend meant one more path.

Besides, Xu Zhiming had helped him untie the knot in his heart. That favor was far more valuable than a martial skill.

"Brother Xu, let's keep practicing."

Xu Zhiming gave a grunt.

A bolt of lightning struck Meng Tian squarely in the face.

His Thunderbolt entered Meng Tian's body.

Xu Zhiming vaguely sensed that Meng Tian's blood and qi seemed to be suppressed by something.

As Meng Tian's blood and qi rose, that suppressive force was gradually weakening.

He guessed that this was why Meng Tian was so eager to break through to the sixth level of Wind Thunder Fist.

Xu Zhiming did not point it out.

See through it, but do not expose it.

Who did not have secrets?

Like the unspoken secret shared by many boys: watching movies at double speed.

If there was someone who could finish one without fast-forwarding.

Xu Zhiming was willing to call that kind of person ruthless.

From Meng Tian's unusual condition, Xu Zhiming realized there were still many things in this world that he did not know.

A surge of ambition rose in his heart. Sooner or later, he would know them too.

There was no other reason—confidence born from persistence and hard work.

Meng Tian's cries rang out from the Training Room from time to time.

A day later.

Xu Zhiming picked up his short-sleeved shirt, pulled it on, and headed outside.

April weather was slightly cool.

It had no effect on him at all.

In fact, with the cool breeze brushing over him, Xu Zhiming even found it rather comfortable.

After parting with Meng Tian, Xu Zhiming jogged all the way home.

He passed by a snack street.

A wave of fragrances reached Xu Zhiming's nose, and saliva began to gather in his mouth.

Grilled chicken legs, fried skewers, barbecue spices, the scent of hotpot.

After taking an Energy Potion, he was not hungry.

But the greedy worms in his belly stirred his taste buds.

He looked up and swept his gaze over the snack street. It was filled with all kinds of food carts.

Authentic guokui, bobo chicken, one-yuan-per-skewer bobo chicken...

"Wolf Tooth Potato..."

After thinking about it, Xu Zhiming decided to have some Wolf Tooth Potato.

"Large serving, ten yuan. Small serving, seven yuan..."

"I'll take a large serving."

Xu Zhiming scanned the code and paid as he stated his requirements.

"Houttuynia Root, Fishy Smell Herb, and add more Sea Pepper..."

The proprietress glanced at Xu Zhiming.

A handsome young man who knew how to eat.

Xu Zhiming took the paper box and lifted it to take a deep sniff.

Perhaps because there was Spiritual Qi between heaven and earth, or perhaps because martial artists had sharper senses of taste.

Xu Zhiming took a bite. Delicious.

"So good...!"

The owner could not help but laugh when he heard that.

"If it's good, come support my business more often."

Such a handsome young man—he would definitely recognize him next time. When he came again, he could give him two extra pieces.

Xu Zhiming nodded.

"No..."

Before he could finish speaking, a commotion startled him.

A petite figure darted over from the distance.

"Money's been stolen! Money's been stolen! Catch the thief..."

Xu Zhiming turned his head and saw a petite figure running over from afar, wearing a black mask. The figure vaguely looked like a woman.

Someone heard the shout and tried to catch the thief.

But the thief was as slippery as a loach, easily dodging one pair of hands after another.

The figure was about to rush out of the snack street.

"Damn. Is this person a fish? How come I couldn't catch them even with thirteen points of blood and qi?"

"No way to catch them. There are so many people on the snack street and no one could grab them. Once they get onto Cloud Water Avenue, it'll be even harder."

Stole money?

Xu Zhiming's gaze sharpened as he spotted a wallet in the petite figure's hand.

The thief's blood and qi was not high, only seven or eight points.

Yet quite a few Level Nine Martial Artists with over ten points of blood and qi had failed to catch this person just now.

Xu Zhiming took a step back and extended one hand.

The thief charged straight at him, seemingly not taking Xu Zhiming seriously at all.

With a thought from Xu Zhiming, a bolt of lightning powerful enough to knock down someone with over ten points of blood and qi descended and struck the thief.

Xu Zhiming reached out with his large hand to grab the thief.

At that moment, the thief was passing right beside him.

The thief's body paused. Between being caught and the wallet, the thief chose to throw away the wallet in hand.

The figure entered Cloud Water Avenue and vanished in the blink of an eye.

Xu Zhiming frowned.

This thief's blood and qi was more than the eight or nine points displayed.

Someone with eight or nine points could not have taken his attack and still escaped so easily.

Catching the wallet with one hand, Xu Zhiming handed it to the person chasing after the thief.

"Thank you, thank you, brother. I'll treat you to a meal."

The male student thanked him repeatedly.

The surrounding crowd looked at Xu Zhiming with some admiration in their eyes as well.

"Good lord, this handsome young guy is pretty capable. Why does he seem a little familiar?"

"Now that you mention it, he does look familiar. He looks like my boyfriend."

"...Damn, quit being lovestruck. You're not worthy of someone that handsome. I just wonder whether he likes men."

Xu Zhiming shook his head and turned to walk home.

He could practice Wind Thunder Fist a little more when he got back before sleeping.

His home was too small to practice Coiling Dragon Surging Waves.

"Xu Zhiming, you can report to Cloud Water No.2 High School the day after tomorrow. Don't forget."

As Xu Zhiming ate Wolf Tooth Potato, he replied to Zhang Wei with his right hand.

"Alright."

"Just have Principal Zhao Deyun transfer the reward into my card."

Xu Zhiming was not in a hurry.

He trusted Zhao Deyun's reputation.

Zhao Deyun had recruited many students, and everything he promised others, he had delivered.

He wanted to bring Meng Tian to the sixth level of Wind Thunder Fist.

With the knot in Meng Tian's heart untied, he should be able to reach the seventh level of Wind Thunder Fist in less than a week.

There would be no rush to go to No.2 High School after that was done.

"Practice boxing. First raise my blood and qi to the seventh level of Wind Thunder Fist."

Xu Zhiming returned home full of drive.

If he did not need sleep to restore his mental energy, he felt that practicing martial arts all night would not be a problem.

Cloud Water City.

The red-light district.

A petite figure entered a certain house.

The interior of the house was black as ink, and it was impossible to tell how many people were inside.

"This subordinate greets the Saintess!"

"Sixth level of Wind Thunder Fist, blood and qi exceeding twenty points—he already meets the conditions to be a Heavenly Pride."

"There's a Level Seventeen named Xiang Benli, with over a hundred points of blood and qi. He bears a grudge against Xu Zhiming."

"Understood, Saintess. Within half a month, I'll brainwash him and have him kill Xu Zhiming."

"Heh... When did I say to kill him? Why not make him join us sincerely instead?"