High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 2 Qin Dahai

The meal ended in silence.

Qin Dahai cleared away the dishes, while Qin Feng stood to the side.

“Your body is indeed struggling with martial arts.”

As Qin Dahai washed the dishes, he said, "Actually, vocational schools aren't so bad. You can live a peaceful and stable life, even if you're unknown, but the advantage is stability. The path of martial arts, on the other hand, is full of trials and tribulations..."

"I want to try."

Qin Feng said, "If I really can't get into the martial arts high school, I'll go to a vocational high school. It's just that I might not be able to get into a good one since I didn't go through the early admission process."

"Okay, Dad supports you."

Qin Dahai dried his hands, walked to the living room, and dialed the communication on the wrist terminal.

A light screen popped up, revealing an image of a middle-aged man wearing blue overalls with oil stains on his face.

"The sea?"

Across from me was my uncle, Wang Ming, who was a power armor repairman.

The background was noisy, filled with the clanging of metal and the roar of machinery.

"Ah Ming, are you busy?"

"Just finished repairing the leg hydraulic system of a 'Bear' truck, taking a break. What's up?"

Wang Ming picked up the kettle and took a big gulp.

"I have something I wanted to ask you. You know about Xiaofeng's situation. The school is letting him go through the vocational school route, and he won't be allowed to go to school to learn martial arts until the high school entrance exam. I wanted to ask if you know any reliable martial arts schools? Something professional."

Wang Ming fell silent.

He knew very well how expensive a martial arts school was.

"Brother, given Xiaofeng's condition... going to the martial arts school might be..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was clear.

"Let him give it a try. We can't just let it go like this."

Qin Dahai's voice remained steady.

"Too."

Wang Ming rubbed his chin.

"The 'Extreme Martial Arts Academy' is located in Industrial Zone No. 3. The academy owner is named Sun Chantang, and he has a very good reputation. Our factory manager specifically mentioned him. The fees... I heard that the regular classes cost three thousand a month, while the academy owner's classes cost ten thousand a month."

"Okay. Send me your contact information."

"it is good."

After the call ended, Qin Dahai quickly received a business card notification on his terminal.

"Dad, it's too expensive."

Qin Feng's eyes widened.

My father earns 10,000 Imperial Coins a month. After paying rent, utilities, food, and the extra nutritional supplements he needs due to his health condition, he doesn't have much left each month.

The most basic teaching class costs 3,000 yuan a month, while the head instructor's class costs 10,000 yuan a month.

"You don't need to worry about the money."

Qin Dahai forwarded the business card to Qin Feng, saying, "Go see your uncle tomorrow, and he'll take you there."

"dad……"

"go to sleep."

Qin Dahai interrupted him, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Qin Feng returned to his room.

The room was small, with only a bed and a desk.

He lay in bed, staring at the ceiling with his eyes open.

The next morning, Qin Feng went to his uncle Wang Ming's house as instructed by his father.

Wang Ming's family lives in the more remote "Red Leaf" community. Their house is even smaller than Qin Feng's, with six people living in two rooms.

When Qin Feng arrived, his three younger cousins ​​were chasing and playing in the living room, the youngest of whom was still crying in his cradle.

Wang Ming had just finished his night shift; he had dark circles under his eyes and looked very tired.

"Xiaofeng is here, please have a seat."

He called to Qin Feng, then turned back and called into the house, "Li Juan, pour the child a glass of water."

Aunt Li Juan peeked out from the kitchen. She looked somewhat haggard, and the wrinkles around her eyes were deeper than those of people her age.

She glanced at Qin Feng, nodded, and poured herself a glass of water.

"Aunt."

Qin Feng called out.

“Your dad told me all about it yesterday.”

Wang Ming gestured for him to sit down, and pulled up a chair for himself. "I'll give you the contact information for the owner of the Extreme Martial Arts Academy. Add him and say that I, Wang Ming, introduced you."

He operated the wrist-worn device and sent Coach Sun Chantang's business card to Qin Feng.

“Our factory manager said that Master Sun is an upright person who doesn’t do anything fancy, so he specifically recommended him to us.”

Wang Ming explained in a low voice, "It is said that he has participated in the Starry Sky Cup and later spent decades in the group of wandering merchants. He is truly skilled."

"Thank you uncle."

"We're family, why are you saying these things?"

Wang Ming looked at his nephew, who was not short, but thin and pale with a sickly appearance. He reached into his pocket, seemingly to take out a cigarette, but then put his hand down.

"The registration fee is ten thousand yuan a month, I'll go first..."

"Uncle, my dad will give it to me."

Qin Feng quickly replied.

Wang Ming ignored him and started operating on the terminal directly.

A moment later, Qin Feng's terminal beeped.

[Received a transfer from Wang Ming: 10000 Imperial Coins.]

"Uncle, this won't do!"

Qin Feng immediately stood up, "At your home..."

"Take it."

Wang Ming's tone became more serious, "It wasn't easy for your dad to raise you all by himself. As your uncle, this is all I can do. If you feel bad about it, when you become successful in your training, take good care of your dad and also look after your younger siblings."

He forced the money to be transferred, giving Qin Feng no chance to refuse.

"Go ahead. Add me on WeChat and let's schedule a time to go see me."

Qin Feng held the heavy transfer money, his eyes welling up with tears.

He stood up and bowed deeply.

"Thank you uncle."

He didn't say anything more and turned to leave.

Some favors are more precious when kept in your heart than when spoken aloud.

After Qin Feng left, a brief silence fell over the living room.

Aunt Li Juan came out of the kitchen, looked at Wang Ming, and her lips moved slightly.

"You gave him the money?"

"Ah."

Wang Ming leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples.

"Amin, don't you know our family's situation? Our second child's IV fluids will run out next month, and our third child's school uniform needs replacing. Ten thousand yuan—that's more than a month's worth of food expenses for our whole family!"

Li Juan's voice wasn't loud, but it was filled with exhaustion and helplessness.

"Xiao Feng has had a chronic illness since childhood; he's not cut out for martial arts. Aren't you just throwing your money away?"

She saw the transfer record from earlier, and the numbers on it stung her eyes.

Wang Ming looked up at his wife.

“Li Juan, he is my sister’s only son. His father treats me like his own brother. When I couldn’t find a job, he used his connections from his military service to get me a job at a repair shop.”

"I know, that's not what I meant..."

Li Juan's tone softened, "I just think we need to take care of our own family first. Your nephew is a good person, but his health... sigh, this money isn't well spent."

Whether it's worth it or not, you'll only know after you try.

Wang Ming stood up and walked to the window. "He calls me uncle, so I have to give him something to look forward to."

Li Juan watched her husband's retreating figure, then turned and went back to the kitchen.

In the pot, cheap, synthetic rice porridge was steaming.
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Qin Feng returned home.

My father has already gone to work.

He was all alone in the empty house.

He sat on the sofa in the living room and opened the business card his uncle had sent him.

Name: Sun Chantang (Extreme Martial Arts School)

He took a deep breath and sent a friend request.

Application submitted.

While waiting, Qin Feng stood up and went to the balcony.

The balcony is small, just big enough for one person to turn around.

He assumed a fighting stance, adopting the starting posture of the "Imperial Basic Body Forging Method".

He started practicing this body-strengthening method in the first grade of elementary school and practiced it for a full nine years.

Every movement, every detail, has been ingrained in his very being.

He slowly lowered his waist, raised his arms, and made a "mountain-opening" motion.

The movements were standard and impeccable.

But only he knew that every time he practiced, the flow of psionic energy was extremely sluggish, like rusty gears being forced to turn, resulting in much less effort for much less result.

Qin Feng performed the entire set of nine movements of the "Imperial Basic Body Forging Method" once.

The movements were precise and meticulous.

Until my vision went black and my whole body felt weak.

If an ordinary person reaches this level, they only need to replenish their nutrition and rest to recover. Their body will become more resilient, and their vitality index will naturally increase.

Simply put, cultivation involves three steps: damage, recovery, and improvement.

However, due to his hidden ailment, Qin Feng's recovery was much slower than expected.

After completing a set of basic body-strengthening techniques, Qin Feng lay on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

(End of this chapter)