Wang Li Had Probably Pulled Off a Big Job

"So that's how it is?"

Walking along a campus road at night and listening to Zhang Xuezhou's quiet instructions, Zhang Weimeng still found too much he couldn't understand.

He didn't understand why someone like him would have to take part in a martial arts tournament after two years of cultivation. It wasn't scientific at all.

"I really have to get onstage?" Zhang Weimeng asked, baffled. "But I don't know how to do anything right now!"

"Make the most of your time and practice," Zhang Xuezhou urged. "If that doesn't work, we'll have to send you to Professor Ren for special training!"

"I don't want special training!"

At the thought of Wang Haoran's condition, Zhang Weimeng felt things were much too dire.

"But I'm a writer..."

"Only an author with martial arts can win people over with virtue. Think about it, really think about it. If anyone questions you, you can just show them a move or two, and that'll settle it. Besides, it could very well connect with Mom's livestreaming platform and help both ventures grow!"

"All right!"

Zhang Weimeng thought about the dangers of practicing martial arts, then about winning people over with virtue when writing books. He felt it was only natural to pay a small price.

If it could also help his wife's career, Zhang Weimeng felt that would be better still.

In turn, he could just about accept the high risks he had sensed earlier.

No one could blame Zhang Weimeng for being uneasy. Anyone who had seen his son nearly become brain-dead and a professor lose his mind on the spot couldn't possibly rush off to cultivate with great enthusiasm.

Zhang Weimeng felt he couldn't be so heartless, yet in reality he was throwing himself at it like a moth to a flame.

"This demonic