Hu Xiaotian said, "'Heave-ho' means doing that sort of thing. I'm absolutely an untouched, handsome young lad. The problem must be with your technique. You've never practiced it yourself, so how could you know whether it works? And if you don't understand it yourself, how can you teach me?"
Quan Dean sneered. "It sounds as though you're mocking me."
"I wouldn't dare. I'm merely discussing the facts."
Quan Dean said, "Fine! Fine! Fine! I'll teach you the Dark Nether Yin Wind Claw!"
Just hearing the name of the claw technique made Hu Xiaotian feel a chill wind creeping over him. He stuck out his tongue and said, "Sounds pretty flashy."
Quan Dean gave a cold snort. "Watch carefully. This claw technique has only seven forms, but they contain seven times seven-forty-nine variations." As he spoke, he began demonstrating.
Although the sun shone brightly and the autumn breeze kept carrying over the fragrance of osmanthus, sinister chills seemed to sweep through the courtyard. Six corpses lay on the ground, their blood not yet cold, and a thick stench of blood filled the air. Quan Dean demonstrated the Dark Nether Yin Wind Claw from beginning to end.
Hu Xiaotian watched without blinking. This was his first proper lesson in martial arts moves. He concentrated partly to avoid looking at the six gruesome corpses on the ground, though there was also an element of stubborn defiance toward Quan Dean. You say I have no talent? Then I'll practice it for you and show you whose fault it really is.
What left Quan Dean dumbstruck was that after a single demonstration of the Dark Nether Yin Wind Claw, Hu Xiaotian could already copy the pattern like tracing a gourd, executing the moves quite convincingly. After Quan Dean demonstrated it a second time, the fellow