A Martial Arts Prodigy

"Yes, yes!" The moment Feng Baobao heard it was something good, she whipped out her wallet, but it was even cleaner than her face.

"But I'm out of money..."

"I take Huabei and Alipay!" The old monk produced a QR code without a blush or a flutter of his heart.

Feng Baobao took out her phone, ready to pay. "Let me remember the password..."

"Not eighty thousand, not eight thousand, just eight hundred and eighty!"

"Iku!!" Wang Zhuo shot out of some patch of woods and sent him flying with a kick.

The fake monk rolled several times before stopping, clutching his old face and shouting, "How dare you! You dare show this humble monk such disrespect!"

"Is there any justice left? Any rule of law? Any law at all?"

Smack! Wang Zhuo slapped the banknotes straight into his face, took the ring, and tossed it to Feng Baobao.

The old monk hurriedly grabbed the bills off the ground, still finding time to flatter him. "Sir, that was one powerful kick! You kicked away eighty years of ailments in one go! What a kick! Absolutely magnificent!"

"You've truly mastered the essence of my Shaolin Iron Leg Skill!"

"I can tell you have an extraordinary physique. You must be a once-in-a-century martial arts prodigy. I have a few martial arts manuals here. Interested?"

[Three-Road Cicada Legs]

[Two-Finger Divine Skill]

[One Staff Holds Up the Sky]

The newly arrived Deng brothers: ???

Deng Youcai's eyes bulged. "Holy shit, you bald donkey! Are you selling legitimate martial arts?"

"I have the illegitimate kind too..." The old monk coughed lightly a few times and lifted his kasaya. The volumes of "martial arts" inside were enough to set anyone's blood racing.

"Holy shit, The Plum in the Golden Vase, fully illustrated!" The instant noodles in Deng Youcai's hands dropped to the ground.

"Seriously, brother, this master you found is on another level!"

"Can't help it. I'm just too charming," Wang Zhuo replied offhandedly.

Deng Youfu snorted. "Someone like this should be handed over to the police station down the mountain. Selling porn on Mount Longhu, of all places."

"This humble monk has suddenly attained enlightenment. I'll be going now, fellow practitioners." The old monk took to his heels.

With an arm around Feng Baobao's shoulders, Wang Zhuo was talking to Feng XingTong. "What brings you here?"

Feng XingTong chuckled. "We thought we'd come chat with you for a while. Mostly, it's my sister..."

As he spoke, he pointed behind him, signaling for Wang Zhuo to look at his sister.

Feng Shayan was blushing, clutching her phone and looking over somewhat helplessly. But when she saw his arm around Feng Baobao...

The hostility on her face was practically ready to erupt.

It had been Feng Baobao before, and now it was Feng Baobao again.

What does she have that I don't!

Wang Zhuo walked over with a smile, stopped in front of Feng Shayan, and took her phone to quickly add himself as a friend.

"Message me if anything comes up. I'd quite like to talk to you. From your match, you're a spatial type too."

"Yes, I'm a born Outsider. My spatial ability is innate, but..."

At this point, Feng Shayan's eyes involuntarily drifted toward the ground. "I didn't think you'd pay attention to my match..."

Honestly, these kids. Where do they get all these complicated ideas?

Wang Zhuo sighed inwardly. Counting the two lifetimes he had lived, his soul was probably a full forty years old.

In his eyes, these kids were practically little girls.

He simply couldn't bring himself to make a move.

Deng Youcai came over with an arm around a girl. "Well, well, brother, you've got quite the luck with women. This young lady looks capable, and she's so pretty. Marry her, and you'll definitely be a henpecked husband."

"I, Liu Guanyi!" Wang Zhuo planted both hands on his hips. "I've been fearless since I was a kid. 'Afraid of women' isn't even in my vocabulary."

"All right, then. I'll have to test that courage of yours." Feng Shayan chuckled.

Meanwhile, once Feng Zhenghao confirmed that Wang Zhuo's attention was on his daughter, he immediately approached Feng Baobao and began asking questions.

"Young lady, may I ask who your master is?"

Feng Baobao's eyes were clear and vacant. "Master? What master? I don't have a master..."

"Would you be willing to tell me the names of your honored father and mother?"

"We don't have an ancestral hall..."

"Ahem." Feng Zhenghao coughed a few times to ease the awkwardness. Sometimes, speaking too formally really didn't work.

"I mean your parents' names."

"Oh, my ma and pa. Dunno."

"You don't know...?" Feng Zhenghao was dumbfounded again.

That IQ is fucking something else!

He was truly speechless. Where had this dim-witted child come from? Not a single useful piece of information came out of her mouth.

Is she having a laugh at my expense? If those eyes weren't so clear and vacant...

Feng Zhenghao would have suspected she was playing dumb.

Wang Zhuo was deep in lively conversation with the others, talking about everything under the sun, from policy to folk tales.

He could even discuss regional folk customs and the skills of spiritual divination, as well as legends from ancient times.

Even the proud Deng Youfu couldn't help being surprised.

This kid really was an eccentric talent. He knew a little about everything and could do a little of everything. He wasn't exactly an expert, but he could name a few of the essentials in every subject.

Someone who knew both the heavens and the earth-that described him perfectly.

Feng XingTong listened with great interest and only interjected after a long while. "Brother Liu, have you two seen Zhang Chulan? He suddenly disappeared after his match."

"Who's Zhang Chulan? Nothing to do with me..."

Feng XingTong: ...

Seriously, man? You had your arms around each other calling each other brothers this morning, and now he's nothing to do with you?

Have you been possessed by Junior Martial Uncle too?

"I forgot about him." Wang Zhuo slapped his forehead. "Shit, I forgot something that important."

He darted in front of Feng Baobao and pulled her away. "Enough chatting, Baobao. Chulan's gone missing."

"Oh, right! Chulan's missing!" Feng Baobao caught on too and immediately began asking around.

The two asked for information along the way, following the directions people gave them.

They soon stopped before the red-painted gate of a gray-brick residence. Two guards in black suits stood at the entrance, collapsible batons hanging at their waists.

"Zhang Chulan!"

"Hey, brother!!!"

Wang Zhuo's and Feng Baobao's voices carried in from outside the courtyard gate. Zhang Chulan, who was still in danger, abruptly turned toward the entrance.

Someone finally came!

He would still have worried if Feng Baobao had come alone, but since Liu Guanyi had come too, everything would definitely be fine!

The guards at the entrance drew their batons and pointed them at the pair, barking viciously, "Hey, hey, hey! You two! What are you here for!"

"Do you know what this place is? How dare you shout outside this courtyard! Members of the Ten Elders are inside!"

Their oafish behavior made Wang Zhuo laugh. "If they weren't members of the Ten Elders, I wouldn't have come to challenge them."

"The lady selling buns said she saw Chulan go inside with you." Feng Baobao still had a meat bun between her teeth.

Seeing their attitude only annoyed the guards further. "Cut the crap! This is where the venerable Lu Ci and Wang Ai are resting. Get lost! Get lost!"

"Do you not understand plain speech? You've got some nerve causing trouble here!"

The man in black pressed his baton against Wang Zhuo's chest and barked, "If you dare take one more step..."