"You unfilial wretch! If you dare to leave, then don't bother coming back."
"If you dare to go to Fusang, I will disown you as my son."
"..."
In the Martial Arts World, within the Jianghu sects, and among the Five Surnames and Seven Families, similar words were spoken at many front gates. The Gang Leaders, Sect Leaders, and Family Heads were all infuriated. But their disciples and apprentices still insisted on leaving.
"This isn't some unforgivable crime, is it?"
"Exactly. Fusang has poached quite a few athletes from our Dragon Country. I'm sure if we go to the Martial Arts World of Fusang, they'll treat us very well."
"Indeed, indeed. That's only right."
"The Yin Yang Technique... I've heard it's even mightier than our Martial Arts."
"Right, and the Onmyoji! They say they have Shikigami. It sounds so mystical."
Wu Tian cared little for these matters. As long as Fusang didn't provoke him, all was fine. But if they do, I might just have to annihilate them. After all, I've never had a good impression of Fusang.
Now, Wu Tian and the little one had been invited as guests to Wang Dawan's villa.
"So, you still wish to pursue Martial Arts, don't you?" Wu Tian smiled, looking at Wang Dawan.
"Yes," Wang Dawan nodded. "Ever since I was threatened by the Sword Emperor, I realized that for a businessman, not having any personal strength is just too dangerous."
He had invited Wu Tian over to thank him and, in doing so, hoped Wu Tian might grant him another favor. As the Million Group's business empire expanded and he learned more about the Martial Arts World, Wang Dawan had secretly sought out many experts to teach him. However, he was a poor student, and those so-called experts all held back their true knowledge. This infuriated him.
How formidable were the Martial Skills of ancient times? And now? The Martial Arts World still exists, yet so many of its most powerful skills have been lost. It's all because everyone in the Dragon Country's Martial Arts World is more secretive than the next. In the end, they just take their skills to the grave.
But an opportunity from Wu Tian wasn't something to be given out lightly a second time. Wang Dawan was growing anxious. My son is a master now, and here I am, his old man, burning with envy!
"My dad won't take you, but what if I do? I'm not really accepting disciples anymore, but seeing how sincere you are, I could be persuaded to make an exception," the little one said with an adorably serious expression.
"No, no," Wang Dawan refused quickly. Becoming the disciple of a four-year-old child? That's a loss of face I can't afford.
Wang Congming sighed from the side. He was already the little one's disciple.
"Help me find something," Wu Tian said with a smile, seeing the anxious look on Wang Dawan's face. "Find it, and I will give you another chance."
Wang Dawan immediately nodded. "Say the word! What is it you need to find? My business gives me a huge network of contacts and friends. To put it bluntly, I have connections on both sides of the law. Mr. Wu Tian, just tell me what you're looking for."
Hearing this, Wu Tian nodded, feeling that Wang Dawan gave him some hope. He finally spoke. "A sword scabbard."
Wang Dawan and Wang Congming exchanged a strange look, not expecting this. They could easily find a good scabbard.
But then Wu Tian added, "It's a talking sword scabbard."


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