Qin Shi took the old man, whose limbs were twitching uncontrollably and whose whole body was shaking like a leaf, to a clinic. Then, in keeping with the principle of doing good deeds without taking credit, he strode away with his chest out and head held high.
He jogged back to the Ninth High School dormitory. When he pushed open the door, Old Liang was already drinking with Teacher Ren.
The two were chatting about amusing stories and strange anecdotes involving Martial Artists from the Old Martial Arts Faction. The atmosphere was lively and cheerful.
"Master Liang, here's your cigarette."
Qin Shi couldn't help feeling relieved.
The Nanhuang Dojo carried quite a reputation. If things really turned ugly between them, he'd have a headache.
He wondered whether 150 Million would be enough to pay Old Liang's bail.
"Just put it there."
Old Liang tapped the little table and motioned for his apprentice to sit down.
"I was just talking with Old Ren. I'd originally prepared some materials for you to break through the Bone Gate limit—Spirit Bone Dual Cultivation, using blood energy to nourish your spirit and laying the foundation for body tempering ahead of time.
"But their Nanhuang Dojo has a secret technique called 'Heart Blood Refining Intent.' It also happens to help break through the Bone Gate limit and increase your own potential. We talked it over and figured we might as well arrange both for you."
How had the Hongsheng and Nanhuang factions suddenly become one big happy family?
Qin Shi was puzzled. Had Old Liang and Ren You reached an agreement in the time it took him to buy a pack of cigarettes?
Could members of the Old Martial Arts Faction really turn hostility into friendship after a few drinks?
That didn't fit his stereotype of