Chapter 35: You Tried to Scam Me!
After recognizing the aura on Mo Youqian, the Old Taoist, sensing trouble, immediately fled.
Unfortunately, Mo Youqian still caught up to him and killed him with a single punch.
The zombie that was pestering Mindy was also pulverized by Mo Youqian… "Master, your disciple never imagined you were this powerful!" Tang Ren began to flatter Mo Youqian.
Mo Youqian was clearly pleased by the flattery, and modestly waved his hand: "Your Master is old, old, and useless! If it were back in my youth, I could have killed this kind of trash with a single finger."
"Then Master, can you also teach me this skill?" Tang Ren's true intentions were revealed. He scratched his head and chuckled awkwardly: "I also want to learn your skill of killing a zombie with one punch."
"Do you think I'm being selfish and don't want to teach you?" Mo Youqian shook his head and said: "It's because you yourselves don't have the talent! The Mo Family Fist I taught you, to what extent have you cultivated it? Have you reached the Dark Force stage?"
"Master, what does learning your skill of glowing all over have to do with Mo Family Fist?" Tang Ren scratched his head.
"Nonsense!" Mo Youqian harshly tapped Tang Ren's head with his folding fan: "Is that called a skill of glowing all over? That's called — Qi! It's a unique cultivation method of our Sacred Land Kunlun. However, it requires starting with ancient martial arts at least at the Dark Force stage to possibly awaken the Qi seed within the body!"
"You've cultivated Mo Family Fist for over ten years, yet you haven't even entered the Overt Force stage. And you still want to learn Qi?"
Tang Ren was greatly annoyed. If he had known his Master possessed such miraculous abilities, he would have… spent less time and energy on those women in Bangkok, and more time cultivating Mo Family Fist.
Tang Ren fell silent.
Dark Force was too distant for him; he might never reach it in his lifetime.
"Hey, kid, are you interested in becoming my disciple? I see you have some ancient martial arts talent, and perhaps in the future, you might even receive some Qi inheritance from me." As he spoke, Mo Youqian suddenly pointed at Mo Fei with his paper fan, feigning indifference.
In fact, after Mo Fei and Tang Ren's group left the Mo Family Fist martial arts school, he had been following them the entire time.
When a murder case involved the Spirit Suppressing Talisman and the Yin-Yang Wuji theory, he sensed that someone might be causing trouble in New York.
And when Mo Fei was fighting with the green zombie, he was watching from the shadows.
There were many reasons why he didn't come out right away: first, to lure the snake out of its hole; second, to let Mo Fei suffer a bit, so he could find a handle to threaten him; third, to test whether Mo Fei was boasting in his martial arts school, claiming to have cultivated Xing Yi Fist to an un-improvable level in such a short time? If you're so powerful, why don't you ascend to the heavens?
But facts proved that even though he had only received his inherited Xing Yi Fist manual for half a month, Mo Fei's Xing Yi Fist attainment was already quite impressive, at least several times stronger than Tang Ren, who had received his Mo Family Fist cultivation method.
No doubt about it, Mo Fei was a super ancient martial arts genius!
In this era, society is extremely restless, and fewer and fewer people are willing to cultivate ancient martial arts. It has become very difficult for a teacher to find a talented disciple.
And Mo Youqian, having lived for so long, considered Mo Fei to be the most talented individual he had ever seen in terms of cultivation speed. How could he not want to take Mo Fei under his wing!
Mo Fei looked at Mo Youqian strangely and shook his head: "I refuse."
"What? Kid, haven't you witnessed this Old Man's power yet?" Mo Youqian appeared calm on the surface, but inwardly he was panicking. He tried hard to project an image of strength, showing off his withered, chicken-claw-like fist.
Just as a master chooses a disciple, a disciple also chooses a master. Mo Fei said directly: "You tried to scam me!"
Mo Youqian was speechless. Tang Ren was stunned: "Master, you old man also have this skill?"
"Those are old stories, not worth mentioning." Mo Youqian quickly changed the subject: "Kid, do you know that a inheritor of my Kunlun can achieve unrivaled power, with fists that can break the nine heavens?"
"You tried to scam me!"
"Kid, do you know that a inheritor of my Kunlun can defy fate and achieve immortal bliss?"
"You tried to scam me!"
Mo Youqian: "…"
What else could he say?
It seemed he couldn't get this kid to bow down to him today. Forget it, anyway, this kid couldn't escape. He'd try again another day!
"By the way, I think I heard that catching the murderer of Wu Zhiyuan's grandson could earn a 5 million U.S. dollar bounty?" Mo Youqian was silent for a moment, then looked up at the gloomy sky and said with a dejected sigh.
"That's right." Tang Ren looked at Mo Youqian with confusion.
"We split it in half!" Mo Youqian said brazenly, without a hint of politeness: "5 million U.S. dollars, your Master gets half!"
"Ah?" Tang Ren's mouth formed an O shape.
"What do you mean 'ah'!" Mo Youqian raised his fan and wildly fanned Tang Ren's head: "If your Master hadn't come here today, do you think you would still be alive? Now your Master is only taking half of your bounty, and you're still unwilling? Tang Ren, you've changed, you've changed so much I hardly recognize you. A little bit of money makes you disown your Master? You ungrateful disciple, your Master doted on you for nothing before!"
It just so happened that Mo Youqian was very displeased right now, and he vented all the frustration he had accumulated from Mo Fei onto Tang Ren.
"Master, stop, stop hitting, I agree, I agree, isn't that enough?" Tang Ren scurried away, covering his head.
Hearing Tang Ren agree, Mo Youqian immediately stopped fanning and put on a kindly face: "Tang Ren, your Master knew you wouldn't disappoint me. You're still your Master's favorite disciple! Come, come into your Master's arms, your Master will dote on you!"
Tang Ren pushed away Mo Youqian's embrace with a slight shiver: "Master, you old man shouldn't be short on money, what do you need so much money for?"
"The family isn't short on money, but that doesn't mean I'm not short on money! I'm taking it as my private stash!"
"Private stash?"
Speaking of this, an indescribable sadness appeared on Mo Youqian's face: "Tang Ren, your Master's life… has been hard! As one of the Elders of the Sacred Land Kunlun, your Master can kill a whale with one punch! But what's the result? Aside from money for cigarettes, my monthly allowance is only 200 U.S. dollars! Prices are so high now, what can 200 U.S. dollars do? It's not even enough for one 'big sword'… ahem, I misspoke, it's not even enough to tip a streamer once!"
As he spoke, the tears of a weak person flowed uncontrollably: "Do you think your Master wants to try to scam people? Think about it, your Master, this old bag of bones, in the pitch-black night, enduring the bone-chilling wind, crouching in a street corner like a beggar, seeing a car and rushing towards it like a dog sniffing out something… Even if I succeed occasionally, I still have to endure others' strange looks… What is your Master doing all this for?"