I Want You to Be My Brother-in-Law

"Not yet. If you have time to ask about my blood energy, why don't you practice your punches and get a handle on that surging power?"

Meng Tian raised an eyebrow. That was a fair point.

The sudden activation of his bloodline had lifted the stone pressing on his heart, leaving him so excited he could barely find his footing.

At the same time, he was startled by Xu Zhiming's current blood energy.

A solid General-level Heavenly Talent!

He couldn't understand how Xu Zhiming's blood energy could still rise further.

Were Wind Thunder Fist and Rolling Heavenly Thunder really that strong?

Even now, if Xu Zhiming broke through to Level 10, his blood energy could reach seventy points—not far off from Meng Tian's own.

Meng Tian practiced Wind Thunder Fist, mastering the abruptly surging blood energy.

The two fell into silence.

Five in the afternoon.

Meng Tian rubbed his head. Without getting struck by lightning, it just didn't feel right.

"Brother Xu, hit me with a bolt."

Crackle.

"Tch... feels good!"

Meng Tian pulled out a book like a magician and set it on the table beside him, watching as Xu Zhiming continued his fist practice.

He let out a heavy breath.

"Brother Xu, if only you were a bit stronger. I'd introduce my sister to you, make you my brother-in-law."

"Brother Xu, see you at Divine Martial University."

Meng Tian closed his eyes and waved a hand.

He opened the Training Room door and left.

Xu Zhiming gave a slight nod and replied, "If anyone bullies you, wait for me to get to Divine Martial University. I'll settle the score for you."

"If they're too strong, it'll cost extra."

The Secret Chamber door slowly shut. Meng Tian's expression froze for a moment, then he burst into wild laughter.

"Hahahaha... deal!"

Meng Tian turned and walked away.

He had originally worried that Xu Zhiming wouldn't be able to get into Divine Martial University.

With over thirty blood energy points at Level 9, he could definitely enter Divine Martial University.

Divine Martial University—the best university in Great Xia.

Every year, it only recruited the top thousand in all of Great Xia.

Of course, they never filled the quota every year, because a few other schools would siphon off some of the students.

No substitutes were set; only the top thousand were accepted.

Each person was assigned an individual mentor, the weakest of whom were above Level 60.

Needless to say, most cities didn't even have a single powerhouse above Level 60 stationed there.

He remembered that Cloud Water City seemed to have only one martial artist around Level 40 stationed there.

Level 40—if something happened, they probably couldn't handle it.

Meng Tian patted his head. It felt like he'd forgotten something.

If he couldn't remember, forget it.

Elder Sister had already arranged the flight. Time to go.

Cloud Water Airport.

Located east of Cloud Water City.

Meng Tian got out of the car, pulled a hundred yuan in cash from his pocket, and tossed it to the driver.

"Keep the change."

The driver glanced at the meter—ninety-eight. Two yuan, and he wasn't getting change.

No matter. He secretly pressed a button, adding twenty yuan.

Yeah, cash. He could stash it as private savings.

Meng Tian walked into the airport.

He turned his head and spotted his Elder Sister.

Elder Sister was chatting with a woman of similar build, wearing a blood-red short-sleeved shirt.

Meng Tian blinked, feeling that this person's figure looked somewhat familiar.

After exchanging a few words, he saw the woman conjure an off-road vehicle out of thin air.

"A Space Ring that can fit an off-road vehicle—she's a rich lady."

Meng Tian quickly chased after her.

"Elder Sister, who was that you were just talking to?"

"Blood Consort, here to assess Xu Zhiming's Heavenly Talent rank."

Meng Tian froze, turning back to see the off-road vehicle had already vanished without a trace.

Blood Consort?

Wait, why would this person be the one evaluating Brother Xu's Heavenly Talent rank?

"Elder Sister, Brother Xu's Level 9 Vitality reached thirty-five points—that should meet the General-level Heavenly Talent standard, right?"

"General-level Heavenly Talent requires Level 9 Vitality between thirty and forty points, and Vitality Quality must reach twice the baseline."

A sudden smack. Meng Tian clutched his head, staring at his Elder Sister in confusion.

"Elder Sister, why did you hit me! I've already activated my bloodline!"

"Being this violent, you'll never get married—then I won't introduce you to Brother Xu."

"Heh heh... someone helps you out, and you want to sell your own sister off, huh?"

Thump thump thump!

Meng Tian fled with his head in his hands.

"Elder Sister, this way you really will never get married!"

"No one will ever like the Southwest Tyrannosaurus!"

Cloud Water City, Wind Thunder Martial Hall.

Li Tianjian had been troubled lately. He contacted Meng Tian, only to be told that Xu Zhiming was busy—giving him one-on-one coaching.

When he reported this to the Wind Thunder Martial Hall higher-ups, the reply was that this year's Soldier-level and General-level Heavenly Talent training slots were already full.

There was still one King-level Heavenly Talent training slot left.

Li Tianjian sighed. King-level Heavenly Talent—just thinking about it was impossible.

Level 9 Vitality above forty points, Vitality Quality exceeding three times the baseline.

Xu Zhiming had excellent comprehension, but he couldn't meet that requirement.

He remembered that the Wind Thunder Martial Hall's King-level Heavenly Talent training slot had been empty for five years.

"The Level 40 martial artist responsible for replenishing energy is also gone—can't get in touch."

"Something urgent? What kind of urgent matter?"

The higher-ups had already reassigned someone who had mastered the fifth layer of Wind Thunder Fist to replace him.

At least it wouldn't hurt the Wind Thunder Martial Hall's performance too badly.

Beep beep beep...

Just then, a message came through.

"You can go fetch Brother Xu now. I'm leaving, Hall Master Li—don't miss me."

Li Tianjian snorted coldly. If there was anyone in Cloud Water City's Wind Thunder Martial Hall who couldn't wait for Meng Tian to leave, he ranked first, and no one came second.

Hoarding Xu Zhiming and refusing to let him go, as if Xu Zhiming were his personal property.

But thinking of what Meng Tian had given Xu Zhiming, Li Tianjian fell silent.

Wind Thunder Fist did have some effect in helping with body tempering, but spending tens of millions on it?

He could only say he didn't understand the world of the wealthy.

"You're gone, so Xu Zhiming is mine now."

Li Tianjian had already thought of what conditions to use to lure Xu Zhiming in.

He didn't believe Xu Zhiming could resist this temptation.

Even if Xu Zhiming only taught for a week, that would be fine.

Li Tianjian smiled faintly, confident.

Yunshui Second High School.

First floor of the Martial Arts Building.

Huang Yilong was instructing Zeng Hao and the others on various techniques.

He had learned from Zhang Wei about some of the things Zeng Hao and the others had done.

Not bad—they had a bit of a martial artist's backbone.

Listening to Zeng Hao and the others' thanks, Huang Yilong found it utterly dull.

"Thank you, Teacher Huang. I feel my Blade Technique has improved a lot."

"A Spear Master is a Spear Master. Even a little guidance from you gives us so much to gain."

"I wonder why Teacher Huang didn't go up to instruct Xu Zhiming. He must be teaching Xu Zhiming some difficult technique, waiting for him to comprehend it."

Huang Yilong curled his lip.

He wasn't about to admit he hadn't taught Xu Zhiming anything.

Not that he'd taught nothing—at least he'd passed on his trump card, the 108 Forms of Spear Technique.

Huang Yilong's gaze fell to the side. Over the past few days, he'd finally processed most of the Monster Beast Essence Blood from those Level 30 ferocious beasts.

Monster Beast Essence Blood above Level 30 contained a sliver of the beast's will.

If not processed, low-level martial artists who consumed it could easily lose control.

He'd deliberately kept a strand, planning to pick a few students with strong willpower to nurture properly.

It would also be a good chance to see how Xu Zhiming's mastery of Wind Thunder Fist was coming along.

If Xu Zhiming could keep refining it for days without issue, he might have grasped the true essence of the Wind Thunder Fist that True King Wind Thunder had originally created.

"I'm going to pick those with outstanding willpower who meet my requirements. They can come to me for guidance anytime."

Among the crowd, faces lit up with excitement.

Over these days, they'd already witnessed this Spear Master's sharpness and power.

A male student stepped forward from the crowd.

"Teacher Huang, what are the requirements? We're ready."