Meng Zhao nodded. It was more or less what he had expected. The martial art Chen Xian had obtained might indeed have been somewhat extraordinary, but compared to true Divine Skills and Techniques—even martial arts that could be called treasured manuals—it was surely worlds apart.
Having a method for cultivating internal energy was already quite impressive. Adding an external martial art for protection had already surpassed the scope of ordinary low-grade martial arts.
But that was as far as it went. After cultivating internal energy, dealing with people who had never practiced martial arts would naturally be as easy as taking something from one's hand.
However, when facing someone who had likewise cultivated internal energy, one had to put effort into external martial arts to gain an advantage. Otherwise, where would that advantage come from?
Smiling broadly, Meng Zhao's confidence swelled as he said,
"I have two external martial arts: one sword art and one set of Fist and Foot Skills. Both may be counted among the finest of the age. So long as Sister Xiaotao achieves some success in them and combines them with her internal energy cultivation, not only will she be able to move freely through a mere mountain village, she will be able to come and go as she pleased even in the county town.
"In the future, Sister Xiaotao's son can also cultivate these two external martial arts. With internal energy to support him, becoming a Young Hero of his generation and founding a family will be no difficult matter. What do you think, Sister Xiaotao?"
Realistically speaking, if Meng Zhao truly possessed such formidable martial arts, it was certainly possible. But everything had come from Meng Zhao's own mouth. Whether he truly had such swordplay and such Fist and Foot Skills was difficult to