"But when it comes to martial arts training, diligence is obviously important, but there must be some tricks to it, right?" a tall girl said to Xia Ping. "Everyone trains for a few hours every day, but some people improve faster and others more slowly. It varies from person to person."
Her eyes were filled with curiosity.
"Of course there are tricks."
Xia Ping said airily, "But they're personal secrets. I generally don't share them unless there's a good reason." He made it clear that it was a secret he didn't tell just anyone.
The girls' eyes lit up. Just as they'd thought: as the Fighting Tournament champion, he'd managed to defeat a Martial Artist Realm opponent while still in the Martial Apprentice Realm. They wouldn't believe it if there weren't some kind of trick behind it.
If they could learn even a tiny bit from him, they'd benefit enormously.
In this age, when martial arts flourished, everything else was meaningless. Only one's martial arts cultivation truly mattered. If they could advance to the Martial Artist Realm, their status would rise dramatically, and they wouldn't have to worry about being at other people's mercy.
"What's so secret about it? For a genius like you, this little trick probably isn't anything special," said a curvaceous girl, wrapping her arms around Xia Ping's and acting coy.
"Exactly! Tell us about it. It's not like you'll lose anything." A few other girls came up and wrapped themselves around his other arm, rubbing against him.
Xia Ping said breezily, "Well, there are too many people around here. It's not the best place to discuss martial arts. Why don't we wait until the banquet's over, find a secluded room where no one will disturb us, and talk through the night?"
"We can be completely open