Tang San: The one carrying the shovel is my mom?

Xie Yue's words were like a blow to the head, instantly dispelling much of Yan's gloom.

He scratched his gleaming bald head, chuckled, and raised his wine cup.

"You're right."

"I was overthinking it."

Yan drained the wine in one gulp, and that carefree grin returned to his face.

Facing the bar, he shouted in a booming voice.

"Nana! I'm done eating, bill me!"

Hearing him, Hu Liena walked over with elegant steps and held out her fair little hand.

"Five hundred Gold Soul Coins in total."

[Ding! Detected guest Yan spending 500 Gold Soul Coins. Eligible for a draw.]

[System Evaluation: A typical case of well-developed limbs and a simple mind. All that brute strength makes him look like a complete idiot. What a waste of such good bones.]

[Ding! Congratulations, guest has received the reward: Tang Sect secret art Hidden Weapon Hundred Solutions techniques. Proficiency greatly increased!]

A golden speck of light several times brighter than the one from Ning Rongrong's draw flew from Lin Feng's fingertip and instantly entered Yan's brow.

Yan's body jolted violently.

The next second.

He felt as though his mind had been forcibly flooded with an enormous amount of information. Countless techniques for throwing hidden weapons, methods of exerting force, and calculations of angles all became perfectly integrated in an instant!

His body even developed a strange kind of muscle memory.

It was as if he had spent ten whole years in a secret chamber, practicing these techniques against targets!

Yan subconsciously raised his hand.

His fingers traced one profound trajectory after another through the air in an incredibly deft posture that even he himself could not understand.

They were no longer the hands that only knew how to throw punches with brute force.

They were the