"Fierce Tiger Fist—what a casually chosen name!"
Looking at the thin manual in his hand, Gu Han could not help shaking his head with a smile.
Ever since Teng Qingshan had joined the Innate Camp that day, Gu Han had immediately sent a carrier pigeon with a letter, asking to borrow Teng Qingshan's fist art for a look on the grounds that he was interested in the fist art Teng Qingshan had created.
Naturally, Gu Han had not used threats, inducements, trickery, or force. Instead, he had promised to exchange a Sacred Marrow Fruit for it.
The Sacred Marrow Fruit was a treasure capable of widening one's meridians while strengthening the physical body. Its effects might merely be icing on the cake for martial artists of this world; it counted as a treasure, but not a supreme treasure.
But for an Internal Family Fist practitioner like Teng Qingshan, it was a genuine sacred relic.
Having already entered the Innate Camp and tasted the benefits of a Sacred Marrow Fruit in advance through his privileges, Teng Qingshan naturally accepted with delight. He immediately copied out a manual and had a First-rate Master from the Innate Camp, who was about to return to the Zhou Family, bring it back.
However, Teng Qingshan had played a little trick here. What he copied down was only the portion he had passed on to the people of Teng Family Village: the Tiger Form Fist of the Twelve Forms of Xingyi. As for the other eleven forms, the Five Elements Fist, the Xingyi Three-Body Stance, the Tiger Form Spirit-Connecting Art, and so on, they naturally were...
All absent!
"Heh, you're trying to play such little tricks on me too."
As Gu Han flipped through the manual in his palm, he smiled faintly to himself. Endless light