"Oh? It seemed Third Brother had encountered a fortuitous opportunity of his own.
One person actually possessed nearly two hundred years' worth of inner strength. Human capacity had its limits—how could anyone cultivate alone for an entire lifetime and achieve so many years of power?
Second Brother, your martial arts are better. Protect Fourth Brother!"
"Ah, Eldest Brother..."
Seeing that Duan Yu also wanted to go out, Gu Hui hurriedly grabbed him and rolled his eyes. "What are you going out there for? To make things worse?
Your inner strength is considerable, but it works one moment and fails the next. Don't go causing trouble.
Take this. It's a gift. Come find me after you've used it up, and I'll reload it for you!
To prevent this thing from falling into the martial world and becoming a menace, only I know how to load its needles!
So far, I've only given one to your Second Sister-in-Law!"
He tossed a box to Duan Yu, who caught it with a face full of delight.
"Second Brother, you don't know—I've been coveting your contraption for ages."
"Master, I don't even have one yet. You're far too biased." Gu Yu looked deeply aggrieved.
Gu Hui shot him a glare and snapped, "Why would I give one to you? So you can rely on a mechanical weapon and neglect your training?
Tell me, you're fourteen or fifteen already, aren't you? Why are you still only second-rate?"
The people around them all twitched. Fourteen or fifteen and already second-rate—what more did he want, for the boy to fly?
Gu Yu's face fell. "Master, I don't have the fortunate opportunities of Third Martial Uncle and Fourth Martial Uncle. Reaching second-rate at fourteen or fifteen already took desperate training."
"I heard Madam Ma, Kang Min, died? What happened?"