Touchdown

"You can actually still eat that!"

No matter how delicious an ingredient was, eating it every meal, every day, would wear anyone down.

After just three days, Zhang Manqian could barely swallow the guinea fowl, seasoned as sparingly as it was.

She watched Zhang Xuezhou savoring it, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't figure out why he ate so happily, without the slightest sign of being sick of it.

Zhang Manqian was absolutely certain that Zhang Xuezhou genuinely liked guinea fowl. He even ate it as a staple.

The meat of these small birds was delicious, with a sweet taste, but Zhang Manqian could detect nothing else. After eating it for days on end, even that sweetness had grown bland, leaving her with little appetite for it.

Even if the vendor, Ai Fengwu, earned nothing more than a hard-earned wage, Zhang Manqian still felt the guinea fowl was too expensive.

"Tiger Form Fist, Tiger Form Fist, Tiger Form Fist..."

Muttering her goal, Zhang Manqian had no choice but to practice in the rather small room, stretching her body as fully as she could through every move and form of Crane Form Fist.

For every day sooner she completed her Crane Form Fist training, Zhang Xuezhou would have a little more money left over. Perhaps, if she shamelessly begged him for help then, he would support her.

If she could combine them into a four-star fighting technique, Zhang Manqian would surely possess both a tiger's ferocity and a crane's agility.

That would let her personal strength cross a threshold, qualifying her to take on certain missions and giving her higher clearance to view records.

Zhang Manqian had looked into it. The records on the ancestral chicken breed Zhang Xuezhou sought for the guinea fowl were classified.

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