Overbearing Immortal Doctor-Chapter 433: Not Stingy at All

Since he was already inquiring about this matter with Mr. Wu Santong, it could be assumed he had some knowledge about it, at least enough to give a reference.

Mr. Wu Santong confirmed several times, hesitated slightly in his heart, then looked at his grandson’s hand and said frankly, "Master Zhang, go ahead and ask! As long as I know, I will surely tell you everything!"

"Have you heard of the Warrior Conference?" Zhang Dadan asked, pretending to be casual while pouring tea.

Warrior Conference? Upon hearing this, Mr. Wu Santong’s expression changed immediately, showing both surprise and a bit of fear.

Meanwhile, Wu Dabao, sitting next to him, was slightly stunned when he heard the term, but his face showed anticipation.

Although Wu Dabao had never participated in such a decadent and chaotic party, he still knew a little about the notorious gatherings spreading widely online.

"Warrior Conference? Master Zhang... the people who attend such events are either rich or noble. How could the Wu Family possibly know about it!" Wu Dabao said with slight dissatisfaction.

Rich or noble? Mr. Wu Santong almost spat out a mouthful of old blood upon hearing his grandson’s words. This brat’s thoughts wandered off again?

Mr. Wu Santong affectionately patted Wu Santong’s shoulder and scolded with a smile, "You little bastard, if you don’t know something, just don’t talk nonsense!"

Seeing this, Zhang Dadan was even more certain that Mr. Wu Santong knew what the Warrior Conference was about.

"Mr. Wu, you might as well speak frankly! How much do you know about the Warrior Conference?" Zhang Dadan asked.

Mr. Wu Santong restrained his affectionate smile, sighed, and said, "On the surface, the Warrior Conference is about martial arts friendship and skill exchanges."

"But the participants often fight to the death because the loser must hand over their secret books of techniques to the winners!"

Fighting to the death and betting secret books of techniques? Just from hearing this, Zhang Dadan had already seen through Sunx Wei’s malicious intentions.

His request for support was probably just a cover; the real aim might be to get the opponent to kill him?

Although he had crippled Sunx Wei’s grandson, discrediting him, this scheme seemed a bit too much, didn’t it?

To think, I even mistakenly thought he’d let bygones be bygones. I couldn’t anticipate him being so cruel. It’s simply outrageous!

Seeing Zhang Dadan’s face gradually become somewhat hideous, hands clenched into fists, Mr. Wu Santong grew uneasy, thinking that he might have said something wrong.

"Master Zhang... I..." Mr. Wu Santong hesitated for a long time, unsure of what to say.

Lost in hatred, Zhang Dadan was awakened by his shout, then released his fists, drank the tea in front of him, and smiled, "It’s alright! Go on..."

Seeing him like this, Mr. Wu Santong had no choice but to continue nervously, "Participating in the Warrior Conference is not without benefits. If those competing are noticed by one of the ancient martial families, they may be taken in as an Outer Disciple, allowing them to rise to prominence, and their family would also prosper!"

Accept disciples? Outer Disciples? The more Zhang Dadan heard, the more peculiar it felt. The ancient martial families consider their cultivation techniques as treasures, never spreading them externally. Why would they accept outsiders as disciples?

"Aren’t those families afraid of others learning their techniques?" Zhang Dadan asked, puzzled.

Mr. Wu Santong shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Several ancient martial families have participated in countless Warrior Conferences, through which they have confiscated numerous sects’ cultivation techniques."

"They only teach these confiscated techniques to the Outer Disciples, yet even so, it still attracts many families."

Holy crap! So this is a win-win deal! They hold numerous secret books in their hands, so they naturally won’t be stingy!

The Warrior Conference appears to be a grand event for martial arts friendship and skill exchanges, but in reality, it is full of hidden dangers and a ruthless battlefield of survival of the fittest.

And those weaker sects take the risk to participate, only because they harbor the hope of becoming vassals to the Eight Great Families.

Although Zhang Dadan saw through Sunx Wei’s malicious intentions, he was not afraid, not because he was overconfident in his abilities, but because he wanted to seize the opportunity for some first-hand experience.

"Mr. Wu, I wonder if your Wu Family will participate in the Warrior Conference?" Zhang Dadan asked directly.

Mr. Wu Santong’s expression turned a bit awkward, as he sighed, "Our Wu Family fled here to safeguard our cultivation techniques, and we have long lost the will to fight!"

Lost the will to fight? Zhang Dadan sneered inwardly, if the Wu Family had truly lost the desire to fight, they wouldn’t have forcefully taken those two robust women from the other noble family!

Although Zhang Dadan didn’t know much about the ancient martial world or Inner Sect, he knew enough about martial arts to understand that without the will to compete, the Inner Sect skills would have long been forgotten!

The so-called reclusion of the Wu Family might be due to offending some powerful figure, fearing extermination.

Sure enough, seeing that Zhang Dadan didn’t ask more, Mr. Wu Santong hesitated, "Master Zhang, you are planning to... participate in the Warrior Conference?"

Zhang Dadan snorted coldly and grinned, "Since someone invited me to support them, I certainly won’t let them down!"

Confirming that Zhang Dadan would attend the Warrior Conference, Mr. Wu Santong became even more deferential, "I have an unreasonable request and hope Master Zhang can agree!"

"You want me not to mention your Kunlun Hand Wu Family, right?" Zhang Dadan raised an eyebrow and asked.

Mr. Wu Santong, shocked that he saw through his mind, nodded dejectedly, the Wu Family no longer held its former glory.

Unaware of his ancestor’s glory, Wu Dabao asked dejectedly, "Grandpa, why doesn’t our Wu Family participate in the Warrior Conference? Wasn’t there an invitation?"

Though his hand was crippled, hearing his grandfather’s account of the Warrior Conference made Wu Dabao eager and restless.

"How many people do we have left now? Going to such a place is courting death!" Mr. Wu Santong sighed.

He didn’t tell the younger generation about the family’s past glories or its enemies, all to avoid attracting unwanted attention.

As expected, the more they laid low, the more the family declined. Not only did they lose their numbers, but they lacked wealth, unable even to gather a paltry million in cash!

Seeing the grandparent and grandchild like withered eggplant, Zhang Dadan couldn’t help but rub salt into the wound.

"I have one more question for you. If it’s inconvenient to answer, I won’t force you," Zhang Dadan said.

Determined to heal his talented grandson, failing which he dared not conceal anything from Zhang Dadan, Wu Santong said, "Ask away! As long as I know, I will tell you everything!"

After slight hesitation, Zhang Dadan asked awkwardly, "Your family’s Kunlun Hand, among existing Inner Sect skills, is it considered powerful or mediocre?"

Depressed from not being able to participate in the Warrior Conference, Wu Dabao’s face turned even more sullen hearing Zhang Dadan’s rude question, glaring fiercely at him.

Given his lesser martial skills compared to Zhang Dadan and now a crippled hand, he dared not show his rage.

At first startled by the question, Mr. Wu Santong answered weakly, "Our Wu Family’s Kunlun Hand was once among the top Inner Sect skills."

"But due to unforeseen events in my grandfather’s generation, only the first half and fragments of the latter half were left."