One black and one white, Bai Cang's calling him "godfather" was somewhat sincere.
In today's world, even learning a skill like blacksmithing or cooking requires "three years of observation, three years of apprenticeship, and ten years of service," let alone martial arts.
While others hoard grain, I hoard guns; everywhere is my granary.
If "Dead Face" really wanted to pass on Bai Cang's martial arts without any conditions, that would be truly terrifying.
However, on the other hand, while Bai Cang's "filial piety" cannot be said to be nonexistent, it is certainly not much.
He's already calling him "father" on the spot, yet he still doesn't know the name of "Dead Face."
"My father's surname is Zhang, and his given name is He."
Perhaps because the status was already settled, or perhaps because he was quite satisfied with Bai Cang's performance, Zhang He's expression softened considerably. "If you encounter any trouble in the future, you can call out my name."
My father, Zhang Erhe? Can you handle him?
This is an enormous karmic consequence!
Bai Cang couldn't help but complain in his heart, but on the surface he remained respectful.
"Of course, mentioning my name might not be helpful; at most, it might only solve some minor problems."
As if guessing Bai Cang's thoughts, Zhang He added, "If you really cause big trouble, you'd better handle it yourself, so I don't have to clean house for you."
"Yes, Godfather, Bai Cang understands." Bai Cang obediently replied.
Being open and honest about everything, and speaking frankly upfront, is always better than boasting loudly but then backing down and running away when things go wrong.
This was also the bottom line Zhang He set for Bai Cang: small matters are fine, but don't get involved in big matters, you don't have the ability, right?
That's good, at least it's not a case of "can't help with big things, not worth helping with small things," but rather "providing all support except for assistance."
"Good to know."
Zhang He nodded and said, "From now on, come to my place to practice for half an hour every day."
"Keep the manual of the Great Vajra Pestle for now. It's an internal cultivation method, and you can't practice it until you've perfected the Hunyuan Stance."
"I'll teach you the moves and fighting techniques for external training first, so you don't die out there without knowing why, wasting all my effort and making me lose face."
As he spoke, Zhang He flicked his sleeve, and a Vajra pestle shaped like a steel whip slammed down towards Bai Cang.
Bai Cang subconsciously reached out and took it, only to feel a sudden weight in his hand, causing him to sway slightly.
"Goodness, this must weigh over a hundred pounds!"
Bai Cang's face fell, and he couldn't help but click his tongue in surprise.
That's why people say the world of cultivation is like this: even crude martial artists don't follow the basic rules anymore.
The legendary general Guan Yu, in his previous life, used the Green Dragon Crescent Blade, which, according to legend, weighed only eighty-two jin (approximately 40 kg).
Even an unknown martial artist in the martial arts world uses weapons that weigh at least a hundred pounds.
Fortunately, Bai Cang's Hunyuan stance had already reached a high level, and his body had undergone two rounds of strengthening.
Otherwise, let alone practicing with this Vajra Pestle, it would be difficult to even lift it.
"What are you standing there for? Watch my movements!"
Zhang He pulled out a Vajra pestle, which was dark gold in color and more than twice the size of the one in Bai Cang's hand, from somewhere, and immediately assumed a fighting stance.
However, Bai Cang, who had always acted "obediently," suddenly became "rebellious" at this moment.
“Reporting to my godfather: Bai Cang still wants to give it a try.”
Bai Cang put down the Vajra pestle and prostrated himself deeply on the ground. "If I don't give it my all, I will die with my eyes wide open in disgrace!"
It's not that martial arts are unaffordable, but rather that cultivating immortality is more cost-effective.
If Bai Cang hadn't used cheat codes, perhaps becoming Zhang He's "eldest son" would have been the best choice.
But now, he only wants to take shortcuts.
He recognized Zhang He as his godfather to avoid conflict and to find a powerful backer for himself.
Practicing martial arts is to enable oneself to protect oneself and to gain the opportunity to enter the Dao in the future.
However, being a test subject for medicine is Bai Cang's "shortcut to heaven".
"You... don't know what's good for you!"
Upon hearing this, Zhang He's expression changed, and he looked coldly at Bai Cang.
Although he didn't say a word, it was as if he had said everything.
The immense pressure caused Bai Cang's face to turn pale.
But this only strengthened his resolve: even an insignificant servant like Zhang He possessed such astonishing martial arts skills, which only further proved that "practicing martial arts leads to death, while cultivating immortality is the right path."
Therefore, although Bai Cang's face was pale, he stared at Zhang He with a firm gaze, showing no intention of backing down.
After all, the other party had already acknowledged him as their "good son," incurring sunk costs, and their relationship had already changed.
Surely you wouldn't just casually slap yourself to death over a disagreement, would you?
"That's fine, everyone has their own ambitions, we can't force them."
After a long while, Zhang He waved his hand listlessly, as if to say, "Since things have come to this, let's eat first. Since you've made up your mind, I can't force you."
Seeing this, Bai Cang felt a little uneasy. "My godfather doesn't blame me?"
"What good will it do to blame you? When faced with a destiny of immortality, even biological parents wouldn't dare to stand in the way, let alone my newly adopted godfather?"
Zhang He sneered, "Rather than becoming enemies later, I'd rather let you fend for yourself."
Set aside your desire to help others and respect their fate.
Bai Cang instantly understood Zhang He's meaning and immediately bowed sincerely with his hands clasped.
In fact, Zhang He had another sentence he didn't say: What do you think I, a lone bandit, am doing instead of robbing and living a carefree life, but instead staying here as a servant who is ordered around by others?
It was precisely because he himself was also obsessed with the destiny of immortality that he could better understand Bai Cang's "moth to a flame" persistence.
A chance to become an immortal is hard to come by; even the faintest glimmer of hope is enough to drive someone mad.
Everyone is like this, so don't laugh at your older brother.
"Since you're going to be a test subject for medicine, there's no need to rush to practice external martial arts and fighting techniques."
With this in mind, Zhang He added, "Since the pharmacy is still in its early stages, I'll try to think of a way to give you a three-month buffer period."
"If you can cultivate the Hunyuan Stance to perfection within these three months and refine a trace of true qi from the outside in, there may still be a glimmer of hope."
After saying that, Zhang He suddenly stood up and placed a large, fan-like hand on Bai Cang's shoulder.
In an instant, Bai Cang felt a surge of heat enter his body and begin to circulate along a certain trajectory.
"I will first teach you the internal cultivation method of the Great Vajra Pestle. Practice it together with the Hunyuan Stance. It may give you a chance to survive."
Upon hearing this, Bai Cang immediately focused his mind, sensing the flow of heat within his body.
With the help of the "Great Vajra Pestle Internal Refining Method" which he had mastered to perfection, Bai Cang quickly grasped the knack and began to try it out.
As Bai Cang finished a set of Hunyuan Zhuang exercises, he suddenly felt a faint, pulsating heat three inches below his navel, as if he was nurturing a trace of Qi.
"Wow, is this the joy of cheating?"
Upon seeing this, Bai Cang was overjoyed. "Three months? To cultivate a trace of true qi in three days is disrespectful to the legendary player."
But the next second, just as he was about to circulate the "Internal Refinement Method" again, his vision suddenly went black, and he almost fell over as he swayed.
"Okay, just remember this feeling."
Zhang He casually slapped Bai Cang's Hunyuan stance, shattering it. "Your essence is not yet solid, and your physical foundation is too weak. Forcing yourself to practice will only harm your body."
After saying that, Zhang He walked towards the door with his hands behind his back. "Let's go, I'll take you to the pharmacy to complete the formalities."
"If you could get a few small health-preserving pills, perhaps you would still have a chance to survive."
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