Huang Mingde didn't seem to have any objections to Su Xin's words. After all, a strict teacher produced outstanding students.
Since Mr. Chu was a lay disciple of Shaolin Temple, naturally he would know Shaolin Temple's methods.
As Huang Mingde saw it, Shaolin Temple's way of training its disciples was certainly harsh, but it was also effective. Otherwise, why were all the martial artists from Shaolin Temple so formidable?
Even the lay disciples Shaolin Temple had cast aside were stronger than most martial artists from other sects.
Huang Mingde felt at ease letting him teach Huang Yu. His grandson's previous teacher had been mediocre, to put it kindly. If he kept teaching Huang Yu, he would only waste the boy's talent.
Now that Su Xin was teaching him, Huang Mingde was sure Huang Yu's strength would improve greatly. When Dugu Yan came to visit his son and saw how much stronger he had become, he would surely be delighted and reward the Huang Clan with a generous supply of cultivation resources and other benefits.
So Huang Mingde ignored Huang Yu's protests and shoved him roughly into Su Xin's care.
After Huang Mingde left, Huang Yu gave Su Xin a disdainful look. "If you're going to teach me, get on with it. Don't waste Young Master's time."
He treated the teachers Huang Mingde found for him no differently from the retainers in the Huang Clan.
His teachers had always been like that: they took the Huang Clan's money to teach him, yet what they taught was of little use. He could learn it all in just a few days anyway.
His previous martial arts teacher had been more like a lackey than a teacher. He spent less time teaching Huang Yu martial arts than he did playing around with him.
But