[Cloud-piercing Arrow Technique]
Chen Fan flipped to the first page, his eyes imdiately filled with joy.
It turns out, this Cloud-piercing Arrow Technique also requires True Qi to use. After mastering it, the arrows shot can pierce clouds and shatter stones.
After quickly reading through it, he looked at the Skill Bar.
Indeed, it requires the Realm to reach ridian Refining to unlock. Besides that, there is also a requirent for Basic Archery to be at Level 10.
His current Basic Archery level far surpasses Level 10, so there’s naturally no need to worry.
Satisfied, he put the two martial arts manuals in his bag and looked at the old man, saying, "Grandpa, this ti our cooperation was pleasant. If you need my help again in the future, just let know."
"Hmm."
The old man responded absentmindedly, his eyes dull and lifeless.
Chen Fan’s heart skipped a beat; he wondered if the old man had lost the will to live after hearing this news.
If you really think about it, he only has himself to bla.
If he hadn’t been blinded by greed and sold fake cultivation techniques to harm others, he should be with his family in Anshan City, enjoying his twilight years. Instead, he’s living in such conditions with a broken leg.
As for all the rights and wrongs, Chen Fan didn’t want to think too much about it. The outco was already decided, and it was too late to say anything.
Undoubtedly, the old man’s current importance to him couldn’t be overstated.
In the association, a cultivation technique for Entry Force Martial Artists is worth more than a hundred thousand contribution points. For a technique that uses True Qi, wouldn’t it be worth several hundred thousand?
But here with the old man, it only costs a few dozen dollars.
He could even use this thod to earn contribution points from other martial artists in the association.
"Grandpa, try to look on the bright side," Chen Fan said. "Maybe they are doing well now. You don’t have to worry about them. However, with your broken leg, living here would be very inconvenient. Why don’t..."
"It’s fine, I’m doing well," the old man waved his hand. "Little brother, you go ahead. I just want to be alone and quiet."
"Alright then."
Chen Fan sighed lightly, walked to the door, and closed it behind him.
Not far away, nurous pairs of eyes were watching this place. Among them, two or three looked over at Chen Fan and quickly turned their heads away, looking elsewhere.
Chen Fan frowned slightly and walked in the direction he had co from.
Inside the room, the old man sighed, tears of regret streaming down his cheeks.
If he had known it would end like this, he wouldn’t have hard others for petty gains.
Now, his family’s whereabouts are unknown, and he can barely feed himself.
He had just t this little brother and made so money, but the money hadn’t even ward his hand before it was snatched away by those heartless bastards!
They not only took his money but also broke his leg!
Beasts!
How is he supposed to live as a lonely old man with a broken leg now?
He might as well end it and save himself from suffering.
The old man glanced at the kitchen knife on the side, feeling a chill on his neck.
At that mont, the door was violently kicked open with a bang.
"Who is it!"
The old man was instantly furious.
"Your grandpa, it’s !"
Three strong n stood at the door, led by a man with a face full of hostility and a vicious expression.
"Oh, it’s Prince Wang."
The old man shrank his neck, deep bitterness flashing in his eyes.
This was the group that had barged in last night, forcing him to hand over the two to three hundred yuan he had earned during the day.
What a joke!
That money was hard-earned; how could he willingly give it to these slum bullies?
So he used his shaless tricks, making a scene and attracting a crowd to watch.
But those tricks only worked on honest people, and were completely useless against these guys.
Seeing he wasn’t cooperative, they broke his leg and warned that if he didn’t obey, they’d break the other one too.
He had no choice but to hand over the money.
But he never expected they would co back again!
What do they want now?
"Old man, I just saw your old client co by again. How much money did he give you this ti?"
Wang Li smiled wickedly.
"Yes, old man, I heard that sucker was rich. He didn’t even bat an eyelid spending 300 yuan at your stall. This ti it should be more, right?"
"Old man, you should rember last night’s lesson. Don’t refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit."
The two henchn behind him chid in threateningly.
Truth be told, if no one had inford them, they wouldn’t have known that this old swindler had suddenly co into a lot of money.
They couldn’t let such a fat sheep go untouched, could they?
The old man felt miserable.
"This ti, I really didn’t get any money. If you don’t believe , I can swear on it. If I..."
"Enough."
The burly man with a tattooed tiger on his arm sneered, "You should go ask around. Who doesn’t know that you’re a chronic liar? If what you say is true, pigs can fly."
"No, this ti I’m telling the truth."
The old man was almost in tears.
"Really?"
The tattooed man stepped forward, his gaze falling on a small box on the table.
"Old man, I rember that wasn’t there last night, was it? Still saying nothing was sent to you?"
"No, that is..."
Before the old man could explain,
the man opened the box, saw the contents, spat in disgust, and cursed, "What garbage is this?"
With that, he threw the whole box to the ground, stomping it to pieces.
"You!"
The old man’s eyes nearly popped out in anger.
"What? Want to fight ?" The strong man laughed. "Fine, I knew it. Without so lessons, you won’t behave."
"Zhang Kun, go easy, don’t kill him,"
another strong man chuckled.
"What’s the worry? If he dies, we can just search him for the money."
"No, he’s our money tree. If you kill him, how will we get money from that guy next ti."
"That’s true."
Zhang Kun suddenly saw the point.
He then took a step closer to the old man.
"No, no, please spare ,"
the old man was terrified, tears and snot running down his face. "This ti I’m telling the truth, I have no money. How about this, next ti that little brother cos, I’ll have him bring money. Hundreds, no, a thousand if you want."
He regretted it deeply.
Dying is easy; actually dying is hard!
If he had known these scums wouldn’t leave him alone, he wouldn’t have let the little brother leave so easily and would have asked him to bring an Entry Force Martial Artist to deal with them!
He couldn’t produce many complete secret manuals, but there were plenty of incomplete ones!
"Is that so? Then hand over this ti’s money. Cooperate nicely, and avoid more suffering."
"No, I really have nothing," the old man pleaded.
"He really has nothing."
At this mont, a voice sounded from behind them.
The smiles on the three n’s faces froze; they turned to see a masked man standing at the door,
it was the sa man as before.
At that mont, a wave of fear surged in their hearts.
Hadn’t he already left?
How did he appear here again?
When did he co back, unnoticed?
"Little brother!"
The old man was overjoyed, tears of excitent welling up in his eyes.
"Weren’t you just asking for money from him? How much do you want? I have it,"
Chen Fan calmly looked at the three n and asked.
"Bro, brother,"
the once fierce Wang Li now wore a flattering smile, trying to appear friendly, "This is a misunderstanding, just a misunderstanding."
"Yes, we were just joking with him, nothing more."
"Brother, don’t be angry. We’ll even return the money we took before."
They hadn’t expected anyone would stick up for this old swindler. And this relationship seed to be just a simple transaction between a custor and a vendor, right?
It didn’t make sense at all.
"Return the money?"
The old man was furious, "You punched and kicked last night, broke my leg, and you think returning the money will settle it?"
"Little brother, break their legs for ! Give my revenge!"
"Brother,"
Wang Li’s eyes showed a hint of ruthlessness, "It’s said that forgiving people is better than seeking revenge. We return the money, and this will be over. If you want to break our legs, you’re dreaming."
"Right, no matter how strong you are, so what? There are three of us. If you push us too far, we’ll fight to the death, and no one will survive."
With that, the other two drew daggers.
"You think you deserve to fight to the death with ?"
Chen Fan sneered. Moving as quick as lightning, a flash of white blade light streaked through the air. The three n simultaneously clutched their throats and fell.
"Ah! Murder!"
Screams erupted outside.
People who had been watching the commotion saw Wang Li and the other two, who were lively monts ago, now lying in a pool of blood. Terrified, they all ran off. In the blink of an eye, the entire corridor was empty. Everyone shut their doors tightly, trembling indoors.
"Li, little brother, you, you..."
Even the old man was stunned by Chen Fan’s actions and promptly pleaded,
"Little brother, I was wrong. I admit it. Most of the cultivation techniques I sold you were fake, but there were so real ones, like those two books just now, both genuine. For the sake of our good cooperation, spare my old life, please."
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