Yang Wudi: You're Even Willing to Give Away Xiangxiang's Dowry? Wait! You Want to Steal My Grandson?

"Just as expected! Hahaha! Well done, Jian'er! You've really made your grandpa proud!"

Hearing Yang Jian's words, Yang Wudi automatically took the "I suppose" in his words as his grandson being modest. Laughing heartily, he came before Yang Jian. His palm, thin as a fan, was just about to pat Yang Jian's shoulder, but at the last moment, it changed course. In the end, the pat became a caress, and his hand gently came to rest on Yang Jian's head.

Although Yang Wudi said nothing, Yang Jian could still understand what he was thinking from the slight tremble of his hand.

Meanwhile, the moment Bai Chenxiang heard Yang Wudi and Bai He mention a Self-Created Soul Skill, her mind went completely blank.

As a Soul Master, she understood perfectly what a Self-Created Soul Skill represented. She had originally thought Yang Jian was practicing an ordinary style of boxing, but she never expected it to be a Self-Created Soul Skill. What she had never expected even more was that Yang Jian would actually be willing to teach it to her!

No matter how strong or weak a Self-Created Soul Skill was, it had always been treated as an unshared secret, passed down only within a family or among relatives. No one had ever been so generous as to teach a Self-Created Soul Skill to someone they had only known for a short time.

Why would Yang Jian teach such a precious Self-Created Soul Skill to me? Could it be that he also...

The thought that surfaced in Bai Chenxiang's mind made her heart race uncontrollably, and her pretty face gradually turned crimson. Though she could not see how she looked at that moment, she could feel the scorching heat spreading across her cheeks.

"Now, I'm actually rather glad we left two days later than Old Ape and the others. Otherwise, we would have missed this huge surprise."

Bai He wore a broad smile. Though he said he was fortunate to have left two days late, his gaze fell on Bai Chenxiang, who stood not far away with her head lowered and her fingers clutching the hem of her clothes. His meaning was obvious.

"By the way, Grandpa Bai, I'll write down the Wing Chun forms and the accompanying Eight Cutting Blades later. Remember to take them with you when you leave."

Yang Jian had not forgotten the Eight Cutting Blades that went with Wing Chun. They would be perfect for making up for the Speed Clan's lack of attack power.

"Eight Cutting Blades? Could that be a blade technique?! Jian'er, you didn't just create a boxing technique—you even created a blade technique?!"

Bai He froze for a moment, then abruptly met Yang Jian's gaze, his eyes full of disbelief.

"It started as a staff technique derived from spear techniques. Later, I felt a long staff was unsuitable, so I changed it to a short staff. But short staffs were not very powerful, so I simply changed them into short blades. Both their agility and attack power improved by more than a level. They're especially suited for agility-attack Soul Masters like the Speed Clan."

Yang Jian nodded lightly. His words were half true and half false, which only made them more convincing.

"Good, good, good! Jian'er, Grandpa Bai knew from the time you were little that you had it in you! You've truly given me a great gift! Since that's the case, as your elder, I can't be stingy either. Jian'er, just tell me whatever you want. As long as Grandpa Bai can do it, I'll satisfy every request!"

Bai He's delight was written all over his face, and he could barely contain his excitement as he offered to grant Yang Jian any wish. It was not merely because Yang Jian had been so selfless, but more importantly because Yang Jian had truly solved a major problem for the Speed Clan.

For pure speed-type Soul Masters like the Speed Clan, attack power had always been their weakness. Otherwise, Bai He in the original story would not have been so eager after witnessing the power of Tang San's hidden weapons.

Now, with a boxing technique like Wing Chun and a matching blade technique, the Speed Clan would possess considerable attack power. Setting distant matters aside, they would at least find hunting Soul Beasts much more convenient.

However, in Yang Jian's view, the Speed Clan had merely been constrained by the thinking of their era and had become set in their ways. With his experience from two lifetimes, it would be absurdly easy for the Speed Clan to gain formidable attack power.

In the world of Yang Jian's previous life, there had always been a saying: "No martial art under heaven is unbreakable; only speed is unbeatable!"

When speed reached a sufficient level, there was no need for any flashy methods. An ordinary blade alone could inflict world-destroying damage. That was also the fundamental reason why an ordinary bird could use its flesh and blood body to destroy an airplane thousands of times larger than itself, one forged entirely from steel.

Therefore, as long as the Speed Clan mastered the Eight Cutting Blades, the attacks produced by the extreme speed of the Sharp-Tailed Swift Martial Soul might not surpass the Breaking Clan's, but they would at least far exceed those of most assault-type Soul Masters!

"Then I'll remember that. When I truly need Grandpa Bai's help someday, I hope you won't refuse me."

Yang Jian smiled lightly, but he did not decline the offer.

"Of course, of course. As long as you ask, not only I, Bai He, but even the Speed Clan will do everything in our power to fulfill your request!"

Bai He was genuinely overjoyed this time. He was not merely speaking in his personal capacity—he had even invoked the Speed Clan. His promise could not have been weightier!

"It's rare for you, Old White Bird, to be so generous. Jian'er, don't stand on ceremony with him. Ask for his Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng directly. Your grandpa has been craving that herb for a long time."

Yang Wudi had shed his usual gloomy demeanor and, remarkably, even made a joke.

Yet what Yang Wudi had not expected was that Bai He did not guard against him like a thief this time. Instead, he actually nodded with a serious expression.

"If Jian'er truly wants that Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng, Grandpa Bai will send someone... no, Grandpa Bai will personally return to the clan and bring it to you."

"Old White Bird, has your brain gone bad? I was only joking with you just now. You didn't take it seriously, did you? Besides, didn't you say you were going to use that Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng as Xiangxiang's dowr—oh! You brat! So that's what you're plotting?!"

As he spoke, Yang Wudi suddenly realized something. He slapped Bai He on the shoulder, making him stagger, then looked at him with an expression that said he had seen through everything without exposing it.

"What? Is that not acceptable? Or are you saying my Xiangxiang isn't good enough?"

Bai He shot Yang Wudi a sideways glance, his words carrying a hidden meaning.

"Acceptable? Of course it is. More than acceptable! If you ask me, among the younger generation of the Four Single-Attribute Clans, only Jian'er is worthy of—"

"Grandpa Yang!"

Bai Chenxiang's shy yet anxious voice rang out beside Yang Wudi. Seeing that the two of them were becoming increasingly blatant, Bai Chenxiang could no longer care about the heat that had yet to fade from her cheeks and hurriedly spoke up to stop them.

"Hahaha, we won't say any more, we won't say any more."

Seeing Bai Chenxiang grow embarrassed, Yang Wudi laughed heartily and did not continue.

"Since Grandpa Bai is being so generous, I can't keep holding back either. I might as well make Grandpa Bai even happier. Here is a leaf. Grandpa Bai, wrap it in Soul Power, then sweep it across that stone table at your fastest speed."

Yang Jian casually picked up a dried leaf from the ground and handed it to Bai He.