Make Him Genuinely Join Us

After discussing it with Ling Tianjian, Meng Tian turned and walked out of the office.

In his chair.

Ling Tianjian immediately submitted a request upward.

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

But in the eyes of someone like Meng Tian, who had a powerful background, he was just an errand-runner.

A youthful face flashed through Ling Tianjian's mind.

Now that Xu Zhiming had connected with Meng Tian, the future couldn't be called a smooth road, but it was at least a level path.

There was still one matter he needed to handle.

The only teacher in the martial hall who had reached the fourth level of Wind Thunder Fist, Xiang Benli, had left.

He needed to find someone to maintain the Wind Thunder Fist teachings at the hall.

The Wind Thunder Martial Hall was strong, but it wasn't without competitors.

If another competitor found out that the Wind Thunder Martial Hall had no one to teach Wind Thunder Fist, they would definitely be mocked.

He had to go talk to Xu Zhiming.

If he could just hold things together for a month, he could get the higher-ups to send someone specialized in Wind Thunder Fist.

Ling Tianjian thought it over and decided to talk to Xu Zhiming.

"First, take care of the Visualization Chart. When I bring him to visualize, I'll talk to him then."

"Two days. The C-Class Martial Dao Visualization Chart should arrive by then."

Inside the Training Room.

Xu Zhiming was still continuing his martial practice.

Meng Tian tossed his phone into his pocket and took a deep breath. He had finally convinced his Elder Sister.

Doubting looks in his direction?

He believed that in two months, Xu Zhiming would definitely be able to enter the top-tier school.

No other reason.

The fist reveals the heart.

And also, that was trust between men.

If Xu Zhiming entered Great Xia Divine Martial University, he would also gain a friend.

More friends, more paths.

Besides, Xu Zhiming had helped him untie a knot in his heart—that debt was far more important than any martial technique.

"Brother Xu, let's keep training."

Xu Zhiming grunted in acknowledgment.

A bolt of lightning struck straight at Meng Tian's face.

His thunder entered Meng Tian's body.

He vaguely sensed that the blood and qi inside Meng Tian seemed to be suppressed by something.

As Meng Tian's blood and qi rose, the suppressing force slowly weakened.

He guessed that Meng Tian's urgent desire to break through to the sixth level of Wind Thunder Fist was also for this reason.

Xu Zhiming didn't say anything.

See through it, don't speak of it.

Everyone has secrets.

Just like the unspoken secret between many guys—watching movies at double speed.

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

Xu Zhiming would be willing to call that person a true hardcore.

From the special condition inside Meng Tian's body, Xu Zhiming knew there were still many things in this world he didn't understand.

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

No other reason. That was the confidence given by persistence and effort.

From time to time, Meng Tian's shouts rang out from the Training Room.

After a day passed.

Xu Zhiming picked up his short-sleeved shirt, slipped it on, and walked outside.

The weather in April was slightly cool.

It had no effect on him.

In fact, under the caress of the cool breeze, Xu Zhiming found it quite comfortable.

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

He passed by a snack street.

Xu Zhiming caught whiffs of various aromas, saliva secreting in his mouth.

Grilled chicken legs, fried skewers, barbecue spices, hotpot flavors.

After taking the Energy Potion, he wasn't hungry.

But the gluttonous cravings in his stomach stirred his taste buds.

Lifting his head to scan the snack street, it was filled with all kinds of food carts.

Authentic pot helmets, bowl-bowl chicken, skewers of bowl-bowl chicken all for one price...

"Wolf Tooth Potato here..."

Xu Zhiming thought it over and decided to get some Wolf Tooth Potato.

"Large portion ten, small portion seven..."

"I'll take a large."

Xu Zhiming scanned the code to pay while stating his request.

"Houttuynia Root, Fishy Smell Herb, extra Sea Pepper..."

The boss's wife glanced at Xu Zhiming.

A handsome young man who knew how to eat.

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

Perhaps it was because Spiritual Qi existed between heaven and earth, or maybe a martial artist's sense of taste was sharper.

Xu Zhiming took a bite. Delicious.

"Good stuff...!"

The owner couldn't help but smile at that.

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

A handsome young man like this—he'd definitely remember him next time, and could throw in an extra two pieces.

Xu Zhiming nodded.

"I will..."

Before he could finish, he was startled by a commotion.

A figure darted over from a distance.

"Thief! Thief! Catch the thief..."

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

Someone heard the shouts and tried to grab the thief.

But the thief's body slipped through like an ordinary loach, easily evading pair after pair of hands.

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

"Damn. Is this guy a fish? How come I couldn't grab him with thirteen points of blood energy?"

"Can't catch him. With all these people in the snack street and no one managing it, once he gets onto Cloud Water Avenue, it's even more hopeless."

Stealing money?

Xu Zhiming's eyes locked on, spotting a wallet in the petite figure's hand.

Their blood energy wasn't high—only seven or eight points.

Just now, quite a few Level Nine Martial Artists with over ten points of blood energy hadn't managed to catch this person.

Xu Zhiming took a step back while reaching out a hand.

The thief charged straight ahead, seemingly not taking Xu Zhiming seriously.

Xu Zhiming moved his mind, and a bolt of lightning capable of knocking out someone with over ten points of blood energy struck down, hitting the thief.

Xu Zhiming's large hand reached out to grab the thief.

At that moment, the thief's body happened to pass right by him.

The thief's figure faltered, and between being caught and the wallet, chose to toss the wallet away.

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

Xu Zhiming frowned.

This thief's blood energy was more than the eight or nine points they showed.

Eight or nine points couldn't have let them withstand his attack and leave so easily.

Reaching out to catch the wallet, Xu Zhiming handed it to the person chasing behind.

"Thank you, thank you, brother. Let me treat you to a meal."

The young man couldn't stop thanking him.

The people nearby looked at Xu Zhiming with some admiration in their eyes.

"What a guy, this young man's skill is impressive. Why do I feel like he looks familiar?"

"Now that you mention it, I think so too—like he could be my boyfriend."

"...Tch, don't be such a lovesick fool. You're not worthy of someone this handsome. I wonder if he likes guys?"

Xu Zhiming shook his head and turned to walk home.

Once back, he could still practice Wind Thunder Fist a bit before sleeping.

The space at home was too small to practice Coiling Dragon Surging Waves.

"Xu Zhiming, you can report to Cloud Water Second High the day after tomorrow. Don't forget."

Xu Zhiming ate his Wolf Tooth Potato with one hand while replying to Zhang Wei's message with the other.

"Got it."

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

Xu Zhiming wasn't worried.

He trusted Zhao Deyun's reputation.

Zhao Deyun had recruited many students and always followed through on his promises.

He needed to bring Meng Tian to Wind Thunder Fist Sixth Level.

With Meng Tian's mental block resolved, it shouldn't take more than a week for him to reach Wind Thunder Fist Seventh Level.

There was no rush to go to Second High until that was done.

"Practice the fist technique—first raise my blood energy to Wind Thunder Fist Seventh Level."

Xu Zhiming returned home, full of drive.

If he didn't need sleep to recover his energy, he felt pulling an all-nighter training wouldn't be a problem.

Cloud Water City.

Red-light district.

A petite figure slipped into a certain building.

The room was pitch black, and it was unclear how many people were inside.

"Your subordinate greets the Saintess!"

"Wind Thunder Fist Sixth Level, blood energy over twenty points—already meets the Tianjiao condition."

"There's a Level Seventeen named Xiang Benli, over a hundred points of blood energy, who holds 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 have him kill him? Why not make him genuinely join us?"