"Besides, if I really wanted to marry your daughter, you wouldn't be able to stop me."
After Ye Lin finished speaking, the old man smoked in silence. He knew Ye Lin was telling the truth.
"Could you teach the children in our village some of those things?"
After a long while, the old man spoke. If Ye Lin's methods could be taught to the children of his village, their lives here would be much safer in the future.
As the village chief, what worried him most was the entire village. Ever since he had spent ten years bedridden, he had worried about the village every day.
Now that he had recovered, he could once again busy himself for the sake of the whole village.
And now he had set his sights on Ye Lin's godlike techniques. If they could be passed down to the children of his village, the death toll would be greatly reduced in the future.
"Oh? What's this? You're begging me now?"
Ye Lin laughed at that.
"Who's begging you? You're about to snatch away my daughter—can't I ask for a little bride price?"
The moment he heard Ye Lin's words, the old man exploded again.
"I can teach them, but only some fighting skills. They can't learn my methods."
Ye Lin shook his head. His techniques required the corresponding cultivation, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in this place was so thin it was practically nonexistent. Teaching them would be useless anyway.
Besides, he would not be staying long. He had looked over the children here; their aptitude was all extremely poor—the sort who could not even break through to the first level of Qi Refinement in ten years. By the time they learned anything, it would be the year of the monkey and