Zhang San, please behave yourself!
Chapter 442 - 416: Become a Better Self!

Chapter 442: Chapter 416: Become a Better Self!

The next morning, White Shadow knocked on Li Moxian’s door at the Town Martial Office.

Li Moxian, who had been reading, asked, "Did you enjoy yourself yesterday?"

White Shadow nodded slightly and said, "It feels really good to be with friends."

As he spoke, White Shadow kowtowed to express his gratitude to Li Moxian.

"Thank you, Chief, for your righteous action in saving Zhang San."

If it hadn’t been for Li Moxian’s instruction to first copy down everything from the Heavenly Punishment Sect’s files in preparation for Zhang San’s defense, Kaihuang might not have trusted so easily that Zhang San was innocent.

It could be said that Zhang San’s freedom, being sent to the north instead of facing worse consequences, was greatly helped by Li Moxian.

Li Moxian nodded slightly and said, "A friend of mine died once. That year, he was thirty-three, and I was also thirty-three. It was the first time in my life I lost a friend. I didn’t feel that heaven was jealous of talent, nor was there any regret, just a deep sadness. Therefore, I don’t like farewells. Protecting you all, I also hope that you don’t have to part."

"But in life, there are always separations. If you want to grow together, to have long-lasting relationships, you need to take good care of yourself and strive to be a better version of yourself!"

"Only when you become stronger can you take care of more people. Only when you become stronger can you protect more people, right?"

"What about the matter I mentioned before? How have you considered it?"

The kneeling White Shadow kowtowed again toward Li Moxian and said softly, "Master above, please accept your disciple’s bow."

Li Moxian smiled bitterly and said, "I don’t know how many people want to take me as their master, but you initially refused. However, it’s normal, you’ve been with Zhang San for a long time and have picked up his set of strange ideas. You think everything has a price. Indeed, becoming my disciple will mean that once you leave the Town Martial Office, countless people across the world will want you dead. But that’s the price of growth!"

"The disciple is willing to bear this cost! And... I also believe I can handle it."

"Good! Your Shadow Trick is nearly innate. But the Shadow Trick has too low a threshold. Now I will pass on to you my Unique Skill — the Splashed-Ink Immortal Technique!"

White Shadow knew that Chief Li was very strong but still couldn’t help looking up at Chief Li in astonishment when he heard the name of the Cultivation Technique practiced by Chief Li.

"Immortal Technique!?"

"Hmm... it’s just a normal Cultivation Technique. The words ’Immortal Technique’ are just me adding gold to my own face. Don’t take it seriously. But to outsiders, you must call it the ’Immortal Technique,’ okay? This matter involves the face of the sect; you must say it was an immortal in a dream that bestowed the technique upon the master. You can never admit that I created it myself. Understand?"

"Hmm... I’ll remember!"

...

Ker-plunk—

Wang Ziteng rolled over and ended up falling off the bed.

Wang Ziteng sat up clutching his nose, which he nearly broke, feeling that he had drunk a bit too much the night before, but not enough to fall off the bed!

Moreover, the bed in his own room at Brother San’s place was clearly very large!

Wang Ziteng opened his eyes and was startled.

At that moment, he seemed to be in an unfamiliar estate.

He had been lying in a cart filled with straw.

Looking at the straw on his body and everything around him, Wang Ziteng suddenly remembered that he seemed to have drunk too much the previous night, then went to the latrine to throw up, and by mistake, he went to the back door, deciding to just vomit outside.

Just as he pushed open the back door, he seemed to see a tall and robust figure, who appeared to be...

"Zhang Datui!?"

At the same time as Wang Ziteng remembered, he was startled to find Zhang Datui’s face appear in front of his own.

Seeing that Wang Ziteng was awake, Zhang Datui let out a chuckle and said, "You’re awake, lad! Here, drink some water first, then we can practice some boxing."

As he spoke, Zhang Datui tossed a water flask to Wang Ziteng.

Wang Ziteng stared at the water flask in his arms with a bewildered face.

"I don’t want water!"

Wang Ziteng looked at Zhang Datui, feeling utterly baffled.

"What’s with the drinking water, what’s with the practicing boxing, are we that close?"

Tossing aside the water bag, Wang Ziteng stood up, ready to leave the place.

Then, with a bang,

Zhang Datui rushed in front of him at a speed Wang Ziteng could barely see with the naked eye and punched him right in the abdomen.

Blargh—

Wang Ziteng clutched his stomach, heaving.

Zhang Datui patted the shoulder of the bent-over Wang Ziteng and chuckled.

"You see, I told you to drink water just now, and would you not have been able to throw it up? But now, you can only... dry heave!"

After saying that, Zhang Datui muttered, "The youth has a pretty good digestion."

Wang Ziteng, holding his abdomen which felt like it was about to split, glared at Zhang Datui and roared through clenched teeth, "What do you want?"

"I see you have good potential, young man, and a stubborn temperament, which I find pleasing to the eye. I’ll take you as my apprentice, that’s settled. This estate is mine; although modest, it’s enough to teach you. Come, kneel and call me master now."

"Call your grandpa!"

Bang!

Zhang Datui lifted his leg and pressed Wang Ziteng’s shoulder with his heel, forcing him down into a semi-kneeling position on the ground.

"Calling ’grandpa’ won’t do, we’re not acknowledging relatives. Come on, call me master!"

"I won’t!" Wang Ziteng shouted through gritted teeth, neck stiff with defiance.

Zhang Datui laughed.

"I love this about you. You charge forward bravely, baring your teeth at anyone! You’ve got a wild nature, I like it!"

With that, Zhang Datui continued to press down on Wang Ziteng’s shoulders with more force.

Wang Ziteng felt as if his entire back was carrying a mountain.

"I won’t accept a master!"

Zhang Datui laughed heartily, "Don’t worry, there’s no one else nearby. You can yell all you want! If it really doesn’t work out, I’ll just break your arms and legs first, then press you down to take me as your master, and then I’ll heal you afterward."

Bang!

As he spoke, Zhang Datui increased the force on his leg, this time completely pressing Wang Ziteng to the ground.

"Let’s consider that a kind of homage to your master. Whether you call me master or not doesn’t matter. I am your master because I have something to teach you. After all, I’m so strong, it would be a waste not to pass on my skills!"

"Then find someone else! The Town Demon Office has so many martial artists, why me?"

"Them? Most of them are useless, and the few who aren’t, in my view, are just average. But you, kid, you’re not bad! Right, you’re from the Wang Family, aren’t you? You’ve been learning swordsmanship and techniques from a young age, haven’t you? Remember, those things are useless! Swordsmanship without a sword is garbage! Techniques without Qi are garbage too! The only Martial Style stands tall, creating change with form—this is the strongest in the world!"

As Zhang Datui retracted his leg, Wang Ziteng finally climbed up from the ground.

However, just as Wang Ziteng stood up, he turned and ran towards the direction of the main gate.

Zhang Datui couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

"This kid, so disobedient, I’m starting to like him more and more!"

The next moment, Zhang Datui leaped up and with a flying kick from behind, kicked Wang Ziteng out of the gate.

"Good lad, you’ve got so much energy. We start training now! Today is mainly about getting used to your teacher’s fist, so I don’t accidentally kill you! Come on! Get up! What are you lying there for, pretending to be a dead fish!"