Over the next two days, Meng Zhao and San Gouzi stayed at Chen Xiaotao's home. As they were from Little Cold Village and merely two half-grown boys, they drew neither gossip nor attention.
Chen Xiaotao also received Meng Zhao's systematic guidance and instruction. She refined and improved the cultivation techniques she had practiced in the past, while continuously studying and delving into the Soft Cloud Sword and Spirit Snake Hand, gaining enormously.
To put it bluntly, everything she had learned over the past two or three years could not compare to these brief two or three days with Meng Zhao. It truly proved the saying: a true master's single sentence outweighed ten thousand volumes of false teachings.
She grew increasingly confident in both her own future and her son's. To that end, she began secretly gathering the herbal ingredients for secret medicines—not only to give Meng Zhao as thanks, but also to resume cultivating the Martial Dao Secret Manual.
San Gouzi also began learning the Cloud Gathering Skill and taking Cloud Ascending Pills. However, his aptitude was not extraordinary—or rather, his compatibility with the Cloud Gathering Skill was only average. One pill would likely last him a little over a month, perhaps an extra ten days or so.
He was better than Chen Xiaotao, but only by a limited margin.
Still, San Gouzi was already quite content. In his words, being able to cultivate true martial arts was already a blessing bestowed by Heaven. There was no need to insist on gaining peerless martial arts capable of overpowering the world.
Being able to protect himself, secure a position in a city, enjoy wealth and honor, then establish a Zhang family to pass down through the generations—that was enough.
Meng Zhao rather appreciated San Gouzi's mindset. Contentment brought lasting joy; avoiding