I’ll go find him myself, to avoid involving too many people, too much chaos.
And I, for one, prefer simplicity."
"Alright then." Master Zheng raised his tea cup to Zhang Feng, "Thank you, Boss Zhang."
"You and I, being both teacher and friend, let’s not stand on ceremony." Zhang Feng shook his head, then suddenly thought of sothing and asked Master Zheng, "Do all sects and schools have any good prescriptions?"
Since I’ve completed my studies now.
Zhang Feng wanted to collect so good elixir formulas and then consolidate them, to see if he could deduce better dicines or ones suitable for himself.
"Prescriptions?" Master Zheng paused, not knowing what Zhang Feng’s intention was, but he replied:
"The most famous dicine should be Wudang’s Clear Spirit Pill, which we also have; it was included in the prescription I gave you last ti."
’I have it?’ Zhang Feng was taken aback, but then he recalled Master Zheng’s previous statent that ’Dark Force is not a secret.’
It seems Master Zheng had given him a pile of prescriptions two years ago, including everything.
Only that they didn’t have nas.
So he overlooked the Clear Spirit Pill.
’Now, it’s all about deducing a better dicine.’
Zhang Feng pondered for a few seconds, then looked at Master Zheng again, "Are there any high-energy food recipes?"
"What do you an?" Master Zheng didn’t quite understand.
"Let give an example." Zhang Feng looked at his teacup, "For instance, I now eat three bowls of rice and several pounds of at at one al.
But my stomach acid digestion capacity can’t keep up; so to feel full, I have to rest before eating again, to make space in my stomach.
This kind of stopping and starting wastes ti.
Of course, I can practice martial arts while waiting for an empty stomach spot, but I can’t complete a set, it’s fragnted, often interrupting my thoughts."
"I understand now." Master Zheng realized, "Indeed, we eat a lot every al, furthermore, Boss Zhang’s constitution is different from ordinary people, so it’s sowhat inconvenient food-wise."
Master Zheng thought for about half a minute before saying:
"Boss Zhang can try the Pei Yuan Pill from the Yang Group.
The Pei Yuan Pill, is the ’high-energy food’ you ntioned."
"What exactly is it?" Zhang Feng didn’t expect there was sothing like this, "Do they make money with this drug?"
If they’re making money.
Zhang Feng felt it wouldn’t be easy to obtain the original formula.
"They don’t make money with this." Master Zheng took out his phone and opened the Yang Group’s website,
"Look, Boss Zhang, the Yang Group is in the tourism and related industries.
On their company page, you won’t find any information about the Pei Yuan Pill.
But their family has been a martial arts family since long ago.
Nowadays, not many descendants from the Yang family practice martial arts, but Boss Chu’s second son is exceptionally fascinated.
This Pei Yuan Pill was developed by him after investing a considerable amount of funds, it’s the ’martial artist’s food’."
One pill is enough for a Dark Force martial artist’s daily energy needs."
"That sounds convenient." Zhang Feng listened, his heart brightened, and directly asked, "Where is the Yang Group? Where is Chu Er Shao?"
"Boss Zhang, are you really going?" Master Zheng saw Zhang Feng’s eager look and hurriedly said, "Boss Zhang! Chu Er Shao, Chu Yanhui, is the fourth strongest in the country!
Moreover, many who rank above him sowhat have eating inconvenience.
If Boss Zhang goes to find Chu Yanhui, it’s likely you won’t encounter him alone.
You might run into so other masters visiting his place.
If it leads to misunderstandings, then..."
Master Zheng shook his head and left the statent unfinished.
’I didn’t say I’d cause trouble?’ Zhang Feng, seeing him misunderstand, felt a bit puzzled, ’Did I look like I was going to fight?’
...
In the following three days.
The internet was abuzz with Zhang Feng’s brave video.
But martial artist videos like this are actually not few.
After a few more days, the buzz died down.
But for those in the martial arts world, they rembered Zhang Feng’s appearance.
A suspected Transforming Force martial artist.
...
Day ten, afternoon.
Qing City.
Airport.
Zhang Feng wearing sunglasses and a hat, with a height of 1.9 ters, walked out from the station exit looking like a model.
(Ling Province, Boss Zhang!)
At the airport pick-up, a young man held a sign, arranged by Master Zheng.
Also a local Eight Trigrams Palm disciple.
Zhang Feng saw the sign, walked up to him, removed his sunglasses, "I’m Zhang Feng."
"Senior Zhang!" Although he looked one or two years older than Zhang Feng, he was exceptionally respectful.
Because he had seen the video of that school incident, knowing that Senior Zhang before him is a suspected Transforming Force Grandmaster!
"Uncle Zheng asked to pick you up." The young man cautiously asked, "Will you first rest at our martial arts school, or?"
"Already here, let’s sit down first." Zhang Feng replied casually: "Can’t have you drive hundreds of miles to the Yang Group as soon as I arrive.
That would be too unreasonable."
"Haha..." The young man chuckled twice, then fearing Senior Zhang might not like it, quickly put away his smile and respectfully said, "Please follow , the car is parked outside the airport."
...
Evening.
Island Grand Hotel, top floor, private room.
Zhang Feng looked speechlessly at several people raising glasses towards him; they were all the masters from the local martial arts school and two major partners.
The sect leader Zhang Feng wished to et was also present.
"Grandmaster Zhang! Drink! I toast to you!" The sect leader was a chubby man in his fifties, having long returned his martial skills to his teacher.
"Cheers." Zhang Feng, looking at him, didn’t know what to say, had to drink, couldn’t really start a fight with him?
"Grandmaster Zhang!" The others also stood up to toast.
They were all people from the martial world, naturally knowing about Zhang Feng’s matter.
The two major partners also regularly followed martial arts matters, so they naturally knew of Zhang Feng, this figure.
’A twenty-two-year-old Grandmaster...’ They looked at Zhang Feng with sparkling eyes, as if witnessing the birth of a super spokesperson!
It’s a Grandmaster of the new era, the embodint of a genius!
This value is limitless and infinite.
But beyond value, their main sentint was respect for Zhang Feng, along with trying to conceal a fear.
Because in their eyes, soone like Zhang Feng, a ’Transforming Force Grandmaster,’ could no longer be classified under the ’human’ species.
Dining with a non-human, naturally, they felt fear, but also wanting to ingratiate themselves.
And Zhang Feng’s gaze mostly turned to the sect leader who was drinking like water.
After finishing his drink, he even entertained the two major partners, singing an old song from this world.
The two major partners weren’t just content with the sect leader singing; they stepped forward to link arms, singing as a trio.
It seed to be an effort to make Zhang Feng enjoy himself.
"Good!" The masters within the martial arts school were clapping and cheering.
Zhang Feng’s heart shook his head, but he didn’t disrupt everyone’s joyous mood.
But, before coming.
Zhang Feng truly believed the sect leader here would be a top expert.
After all, he was Master Zheng’s senior brother!
The grand senior brother within the total Eight Trigrams sect!
But seeing now, indeed he was an expert, a comrcial grand expert who sang, danced, and drank!
However, Zhang Feng thought carefully again.
Master Zheng over there had just one son, two disciples, didn’t open a school, but spent plenty on dicine.
Other places’ Eight Trigrams sect leaders, Zhang Feng also heard Master Zheng ntion, were the sa, all spending profusely.
All their focus was on a few disciples, not taking in more.
Under such economic pressure.
There must be soone in the sect quietly sacrificing, earning for these people, right?
This responsibility naturally fell on this senior brother.
All martial arts wasted, even drinking produced many ailnts.
"Cheers." Zhang Feng proactively toasted him.
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