There must be something wrong with me-Chapter 48 - 42: The Path of the Grandmaster

Three days later.

Late night.

A secluded shoreline.

Zhang Feng disembarked from the boat and gazed at the dimly lit forest ahead.

At this moment, the journey across the border, lasting over twenty days, was over, and he found himself back on Xiangjiang soil.

The only difference was that Zhang Feng’s body now felt ’loose,’ lacking the foundation of a martial artist as he walked.

Yet, on closer inspection, his movements resembled the starting pose of a dragon, subtly containing various power transformations.

In just three short days.

Zhang Feng mastered the use of power conversion techniques.

"Boss Zhang!"

At this point.

Xiaoxu disembarked as well, curiously eyeing Zhang Feng, "How did you do it?"

The biggest question Xiaoxu had these three days was, ’Why can you stand on water?’

He was unaware that Zhang Feng’s greatest discovery was the ’versatility’ of power manipulation.

Therefore.

Zhang Feng didn’t have much to say to an ’outsider’ like Xiaoxu.

"You wouldn’t understand." Zhang Feng dismissed him with another sentence.

"Boss Zhang!" But the burly man who came down next spoke more directly, "Are you like the martial arts master in those videotapes?"

"Definitely!" The boatman, full of admiration, also exclaimed, ’Our fishing village lives off fishing, we’re skilled in water, rarely anyone can match us.

But we can only move our legs and have just part of our bodies above the sea.

Yet your boss, wow, almost stands on water!

If that isn’t a martial arts master, what is it?"

He went on to use an example: "I’ve heard of Sakyamuni crossing the river on a leaf, your boss must be the same!"

"Old man!" The burly man corrected, "It was Dharma who crossed on a leaf, not Sakyamuni."

"All the same! All the same!" The boatman looked at Zhang Feng enviously, "Impressive boss! If you entered a swimming competition, you’d surely win a gold medal!"

"..." Zhang Feng saw the three kept talking about ’walking on water,’ shook his head internally, he was used to it.

For the past three days, in their few conversations, they always brought up this ’mysterious water-walking.’

In reality, Zhang Feng felt it wasn’t mysterious, rather, the water-walking technique could still be improved.

’Outsiders see the spectacle, insiders see the skill.’

Zhang Feng looked at his own legs,

’Although I used the resonance from overclocking and stable strength to keep most of my body on the water surface, my balance isn’t very good right now.

I can only run short distances on the sea, still unable to fight on it.

This must be due to a lack of resonance in more veins and a constitution that doesn’t meet the standards.’

Zhang Feng sorted through his experiences, quickly finding the crux,

’To solve this, the best current method is to try to open more "new leg veins."

One, it could deepen the resonance amplitude; maybe I can truly become like a martial arts master in the future, like a dragonfly skimming the water, leaving no trace.

Two, the more veins opened, the more I can greatly enhance my constitution.

However, I currently lack more martial arts vein training methods.’

’I can only use existing manuals to try to reverse engineer their principles, then use these principles as a foundation to slowly attempt new veins without martial arts memory.’

Zhang Feng felt his thoughts becoming clearer,

’Moreover, as long as the legs can be opened, then other parts of the body can be opened as well.

Then all my fighting techniques can be greatly improved, perhaps even made fundamentally different.

But first, I have to understand the principles of veins and the deeper functions of muscle groups.’

Thinking of this.

Zhang Feng suddenly wanted to learn ’medicine,’ to systematically understand more about the distribution and principles of human meridians.

Or strengthen it with a ’memory of meridian study.’

But Zhang Feng felt, rather than waiting aimlessly, it was better to start learning now.

Zhang Feng pondered for a few seconds, looked at Xiaoxu and the burly man chatting away,

"Can you find any books on meridian medicine for me? The more comprehensive, the better."

"What do you need those for?" Xiaoxu asked curiously, then said, "Sure, I can have my people look for them when I go back to the Walled City."

"Thanks." Zhang Feng thanked him, then asked, "When are the underground fights of Mantis Finch in South City usually held?"

"Usually at the end of the month," Xiaoxu quickly answered, "That’s in three days."

"Hmm." Zhang Feng set a new goal for borrowing books, Mantis Finch.

Medicine and martial arts are intertwined, surely he would have them too.

’He said he’d come over for noodles on the day of the match.

This counts as a double opportunity, borrowing books shouldn’t be a problem.’

Zhang Feng thought as he walked toward the forest ahead.

"Boss Zhang didn’t actually need to thank me earlier." Xiaoxu laughed along, "Boss Zhang, you helped me with kicking my addiction, I haven’t had a chance to thank you yet."

Xiaoxu was very grateful, "I clearly feel my cravings have become much less frequent now."

"Then keep it up." Zhang Feng looked at Xiaoxu beside him, "If there’s any problem, just come to the restaurant to find me."

"Okay!" Xiaoxu nodded firmly, pledging, "Boss Zhang, rest assured, I’ll do my best to investigate the matter of the flying knife you mentioned and won’t forget!"

"Count me in!" The burly man quickly caught up, "I have connections too!"

"Then we’ll investigate together!" Xiaoxu grinned, brimming with vitality, "Let’s help Boss Zhang together!"

"Good!" The burly man clapped with Xiaoxu, also full of youthful spirit.

...

Night deepened.

A small house in Kowloon Walled City.

"Dad, I’m sorry..."

"Uncle, we won’t dare again... We won’t run off recklessly next time..."

Xiaoxu and the burly man stood fearfully in the courtyard.

"What? Still thinking about next time?"

The elder uncle paced back and forth before them, holding a leather whip,

"You’ve been out for nearly a month, couldn’t you bother calling to say you’re safe?"

The elder uncle was beyond furious, tempted to lash them with the whip but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Moreover, a voice in his mind kept telling him, ’It’s good the kids are back, don’t ruin them with a beating.’

This made him struggle, raising and lowering the whip several times.

It appeared he hadn’t whipped them.

But each time he raised the whip, Xiaoxu and the burly man shrank back, closing their eyes in fear.

Meanwhile.

Another man in his thirties stood in the courtyard, with long hair, wide-legged jeans, and short stature.

He watched the elder uncle and the two with some interest, then seeing the uncle hesitating, languidly said:

"Uncle, are you going to hit them or not? Our ancestors said, a child must be disciplined to succeed."

"Damn!" The elder uncle cursed, looked at the man, "Gangzi, if you want to hit them then hit them!"

With that, the elder uncle tossed the whip to the man.

The man was Gangzi, also the most capable enforcer in the Walled City.

"Hit? Hit what?"

Gangzi remained motionless as the whip was thrown at him, but extended his hand to catch its handle, flicking it upward with a twist, then throwing it back forcefully.

A ’snap’ echoed, leaving a mark on the stone ground, the whip, already lacking toughness, broke into two pieces.

"I won’t be the bad guy." Gangzi tossed the broken halves of the whip outside the courtyard,

"Neither should you, Uncle."

He looked at Xiaoxu and the burly man,

"Tell me, who took you out? Was it someone from the Walled City or outside?

I believe they’re the real culprit who tricked you two youngsters out."

"No one tricked us!"

Xiaoxu retorted immediately, "It was just me and Ah Sheng who went out!"

"Still lying? The folks at the dock saw three people leave!" The elder uncle was enraged, wanted to grab a whip but found it already broken.

"Be honest, Xiaoxu." Gangzi chuckled looking at Xiaoxu, "This whip is broken now but don’t bet your uncle won’t find a new one.

Trying to trick it away next time won’t be as easy.

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Gangzi flexed his wrist, thinking the person was likely a drug runner,

"If you don’t say, we’ll ask that boatman.

When we catch the drug runner, hmph."

"Boss Zhang isn’t a drug runner!" Xiaoxu protested angrily, "Boss Zhang is a good person!"

"Boss Zhang?" Gangzi picked up on the key words and pondered for a few seconds, "Who is he? Tell me more."