I Want the Shaolin Nine Yang Skill

It had to be said that talking to an old fox like Xuan Ci could be rather pleasant at times.

Because they could skip a lot of formalities and get straight to the point.

Since Xuan Ci had already put it that way, Ye Weiming simply spoke bluntly. "However... I have a close relationship with Wudang Sect's Fifth Hero Zhang and his wife. We consider each other brothers."

"Fifth Hero Zhang is my fifth brother, Madam Zhang is my fifth sister-in-law, and Zhang Wuji is my grandnephew!"

After making his relationship with Zhang Wuji clear to Xuan Ci, Ye Weiming finally made a request that left Xuan Ci immensely frustrated. "Seeing my grandnephew suffer the torment of Cold Poison day after day, I truly cannot bear it as his uncle!"

"He is still a child! And a good child, at that."

"Shaolin Sect is the orthodox school of Buddhism, always guided by compassion and a paragon of righteousness in the martial world."

"Therefore, this junior can only shamelessly request a copy of the Shaolin Nine Yang Skill from Abbot Xuan Ci on my grandnephew's behalf, to suppress the Cold Poison within him. I hope the Abbot will show mercy!"

This was Ye Weiming's true objective.

In truth, he was not all that concerned about Zhang Wuji, his nominal grandnephew.

The one he truly cared about was Zhang Sanfeng!

Although Ye Weiming had saved Xuan Ku's life, Xuan Ku was not Xuan Ci. Exchanging that favor for a Shaolin Sect supreme art such as the Yi Jin Jing was something he need not even think about.

There was absolutely no chance!

At most, he might have a shot at obtaining an ordinary high-level martial art.

However, Ye Weiming was not satisfied with merely a high-level martial art, so he could only