Roadmap to the Bound Book 3, Chapter 173: Burning Bottle Pub

Book 3, Chapter 173: Burning Bottle Pub

Chen Chuan intended to rest for a few days after returning to Martial Valor University. He wasn’t going to move into the villa yet. After all, it was much more convenient for him to do many things in the university.

He could spar with Hongfu here, which was a service he couldn’t get elsewhere. Once he left, he wouldn’t be able to enjoy this service, unless he beca a lecturer here.

That was why Chen Chuan had been entertaining the thought of getting a position as a lecturer in the university after graduating, though that seed quite difficult. There was no hurry, though, and he could think about it in the future.

After relaxing for a while, he went to bed. When he woke up the next day, he noticed that he had gained more mories from his parents in his dreams.

Chen Chuan took so ti recalling them. He rembered seeing “himself” practicing martial arts. They were very familiar. It was Principal Sanshou, which he had often used in the past.

The person gave off a different feeling when they practiced Principal Sanshou. Their moves were gentle but also firm, and each one was linked seamlessly to the next. The person also managed to retain the power required for the moves that needed explosive force. Clearly, they had achieved a certain degree of mastery.

Yu Zhen, his mother, must have been the one practicing Principal Sanshou. Based on the power she displayed, she should be around the Second Limit.

The mories didn’t co in a chronological fashion. Instead, they jumped around. Chen Chuan believed that this mory was from before she t her best friend. At this point in ti, his mother should have been around eighteen-nineteen years old.

First-class students who graduated from Yangzhi City’s Martial Valor University were at this limit whether they were average or outstanding. Even among the recomnded students, there were few exceptions.

Chen Chuan had a strange feeling that this mory had been kept specifically for him, as if his mother was trying to... teach him martial arts.

Even though Chen Chuan had long since surpassed the Second Limit, the demonstration gave him so inspiration. The fighting spirit contained within it scread of never giving up and always heading toward limitless possibilities, which made it truly morable.

Chen Chuan started practicing Principal Sanshou himself, and as he threw himself into experiencing the moves, he forgot about everything else and put all his attention into the moves. When his mind returned to the present, he found that he had already gone through the entire set.

At that mont, a thought rose in his head. If I had this dicine before going to Martial Valor University, I might have been able to see this mory and pick up Principal Sanshou faster.

He had tried to find information related to mory dicine, but it didn’t seem to even exist in the market, which ant that it was highly likely that it was an incredibly rare dicine or sothing produced through really specific conditions. Otherwise, Martial Valor University and the governnt organizations would have vast quantities of it in circulation.

While thinking, he saw a heroic-looking woman in her twenties walking into view in the mory. She had a long ponytail reaching her calves.

As his mother was practicing martial arts, the woman was watching her from a distance. She seed of average height from afar, but once she got closer, she showed up to be really tall, and his mother needed to look up to be able to talk to her politely.

By comparing the objects in the mory, the woman was at least two ters tall, perhaps even taller, but her body proportions were great. That was why Chen Chuan hadn’t been able to tell that she was ridiculously tall when she stood in the distance.

Once she got closer, Chen Chuan could sense her strength. She didn’t even bother hiding the abundance of energy from her body.

After so thinking, he believed that this woman was his mother’s teacher, and they shared a good relationship.

To Chen Chuan, his mother’s Principal Sanshou was pretty good, but her teacher didn’t seem too pleased. She had co forward to give a few pointers on the chaining of moves and the generating of power.

Chen Chuan listened to it and fell into contemplative silence as he reviewed his own Principal Sanshou.

To him, the minute details were optional. He could choose to take the pointers to heart, but he could also ignore them. After all, in a real fight, only a few moves could be used, so he only needed to master those moves.

However, those tips weren’t ant to increase his fighting strength, but to make his usage of refined force easier and smoother. He could pick up sothing from it—not to leave any gaps.

This concept was actually really difficult to describe in words, though put simply, it was ant to help a martial artist beco fully rounded and flawless while attacking and using refined force so that they were without weakness.

But there was no such thing as having no weaknesses. If Chen Chuan applied the tips, he would just be sincere in his training and take responsibility for his own progress.

This should be a martial arts belief, which had to be carried out long-term. The results could only be seen after a long ti or may not even be useful until the end of his life.

This might be so martial arts faction’s ideal, and the woman was teaching his mother its concepts.

Since this wasn’t sothing that contained crucial techniques, it would not matter even if Chen Chuan spread this knowledge around. If soone did pick it up, that would just make the faction more popular, because their beliefs had been spread to other people.

“Interesting.”

Chen Chuan felt inspired by it, and he had a vague feeling that all true martial artists had their own beliefs and ideas, regardless of whether they were strong or weak.

Was this so sort of resolve that kept them going, or a necessary thing to help them fight against certain existences?

Setting that aside, these beliefs might be useless in the beginning, but the more a person practiced martial arts and mastered them, they could develop a unique technique that matched their beliefs.

At this point, the mory ca to an end.

Chen Chuan stood up and took a shower before searching for a place on his Realm Pass. Soon, he found it.

It was the address Lu Ke had given to Nian Fuli. After the sumr holidays, due to the series of events, Chen Chuan hadn’t had the ti to visit the place. Now, he could go and check it out.

He had no idea how far along Yu Gang’s recovery had gone. If he needed any help, Chen Chuan believed that he was capable enough to help now.

Chen Chuan changed into casual clothes and went downstairs before driving out of Martial Valor University. Based on the directions provided by the Realm Pass, he drove over to the place.

It was located at the edge of Roaring Victory District, near a fuel processing plant. After around half an hour, Chen Chuan arrived at the place and found Burning Bottle Pub on a spacious street. The pub had a unique sign: It was a large glass with a constant stream of either wine or oil spilling out of it.

Through the Realm Pass, Chen Chuan saw colorful lights splashing up when the liquid fell on the ground. It was just like the raindrops during a rainy night in Central City. They were dyed with those fluorescent lights when they fell down. There was also a ring of fire at the pub’s entrance.

Chen Chuan walked over and stepped over the ring of fire. When he opened the door, the ring of fire behind him shot up, and it looked really cool.

Once he was inside, he looked around. The place was decorated in a mix of styles. On the ceiling were naked pipes with tal wires looped around them. The bricks on the walls were full of colorful graffiti. anwhile, there were long bands of light on the ground that shone occasionally.

This wasn’t a small space and seed to be able to accommodate more than a hundred people. Even though it was still light outside, five tables were occupied.

Chen Chuan checked them with his Realm Pass and found that most of them had temporary citizenship or no status at all. They also had plenty of cheap and secondhand implants, but none of them had any criminal record. It seed like the pub owner was a pretty capable man and a law-abiding citizen.

The guests had been chatting up a storm, but when they saw him, they subconsciously lowered their voices.

Even though Chen Chuan had restrained his biofield and changed into casual clothes, his height and gait made it clear that he was a martial artist, and he intimidated all those who saw him.

Chen Chuan went straight to the bar counter. The bartender was a well-built man around fifty years old, and he appeared relaxed as he asked, “Would you like sothing to drink?”

Chen Chuan didn’t take any alcohol, but slid a bill over and ordered a random drink. He then asked, “I’m looking for Mr. Kangaroo. A friend of mine gave

the address to this place and said that I can find Mr. Kangaroo here. He said that he can lead

to him.”

The bartender watched him for a mont before grinning widely. “You must be Mr. Chen.”

“Yes, that’s ,” Chen Chuan answered.

The bartender laughed. “I just knew it’s you. Lu Ke told

that a handso kid might co over and asked

to keep an eye out.

“Call

Lao Zhan. Take a seat. Let

serve a few regulars first, and I’ll take you to Lu Ke.”

“Sure,” Chen Chuan agreed.

When Lao Zhan saw that Chen Chuan wasn’t touching the alcohol, he quietly gave him sothing warm instead. Then, he told the guests that he was going to step away for a while before getting a smart-looking employee to take over. After putting on his hat, he said, “Let’s go. Did you drive here?”

Chen Chuan nodded.

“The place we’re going to isn’t car friendly. Why don’t we take my car instead?” Lao Zhan asked. When he saw that Chen Chuan wasn’t against the idea, he said, “Wait here for a mont.”

He then went out. A mont later, an old car from Jiade rolled over, and Lao Zhan looked out the window. “Get in, Chen Chuan.”

Chen Chuan went over, opened the door, and got in.

“You don’t have to worry about parking your car here. No one here will dare steal my custors’ cars. By the way, you’ve never been to the lower city district before, have you?” Lao Zhan asked as he turned the steering wheel to drive out.

Chen Chuan knew that Lao Zhan was talking about the real lower city district, not the place where those without citizenship gathered. “No, I haven’t.”

“I heard from Lu Ke that you aren’t just friends. You’ve trained together under Mr. Yu before. Is that true?”

“Are you close with Lu Ke?” Chen Chuan asked instead.

“I often serve people working for Clear Road Transport. Among them is a security guard captain who’s Mr. Yu’s disciple. She often cos here for a few drinks with a few of her team mbers. Sotis, she brings Lu Ke over as well, so yes, I’d say we’re friends,” Lao Zhan answered.

“Mr. Yu has indeed taught

plenty of things. I can be considered his student,” Chen Chuan answered.

“Then, you’re a friend of mine as well.”

Lao Zhan beca much friendlier. He kept talking to Chen Chuan while they drove down the spacious, empty road. Around ten minutes later, they arrived in front of a tunnel.

Lao Zhan took a look at the rearview mirror and said, “We’ll reach the lower city district after passing through this tunnel.”

Chen Chuan saw road blocks positioned inside and outside the tunnel. A few people stood guard near them. Lao Zhan slowed down and greeted them. Then, the guards removed the road blocks. Lao Zhan sped up again and headed into the tunnel.