Martial arts mastery? But I'm just a spoiled brat!

"After our last meeting, I thought it would be a long time before I could see my martial uncle again, but I didn't expect to see him again so soon."

Yan Qing and Li Cunxiao walked side by side in the martial arts school square. Yan Qing didn't care about the stares of others and kept talking to Li Cunxiao as they walked:

"I've wanted to treat my martial uncle to dinner before, but I haven't had the chance. Wanxing, go and book a place for me, how about tonight? I'll treat my martial uncle to a meal tonight."

As Yan Qing spoke, he immediately began giving instructions to Wan Xing, who was following behind him, without consulting Li Cunxiao's opinion throughout the process.

"yes!"

Wanxing responded quietly from behind.

"Hehe... your personality is really the complete opposite of your senior brother's!"

Li Cunxiao was not angry at Yan Qing for making arrangements on his own initiative without consulting him, nor did he refuse. Instead, he chuckled and then said something.

However, the attitude conveyed in those words was quite clear.

Whether you call it loving someone because of their love for them, or because Yan Qing has exceptional martial arts talent, Li Cunxiao is extremely tolerant of Yan Qing. When he looks at Yan Qing, the kind look in his eyes is not like a martial arts master seeing a junior, but more like a grandfather seeing his grandson.

In any case, Dai Xinghai, who had been following Li Cunxiao all this time, had never seen this side of him before.

On the contrary, he had always thought that his grandmaster had a bad temper and would get angry easily, especially recently when he was teaching Xingyi Quan. He would often get angry for no reason and yell things like "idiot" or "stupid as a pig".

This reaction wasn't limited to him; it was common even when watching his master practice martial arts.

At first, he thought that his master's temperament was just like that, so he behaved exceptionally well in both his work and martial arts practice.

But now it seems... that's not the case.

Following behind, Dai Xinghai couldn't help but turn his gaze to Yan Qing, who was walking at the front with his master.

"His gait was unsteady, his back was slumped, his shoulders were down, he walked unsteadily, his eyes were half-closed, and he had no energy or spirit whatsoever; the only redeeming quality was his appearance..."

From the moment he first met Yan Qing, Dai Xinghai focused most of his attention on him. Almost instinctively, he guessed that the person his grandmaster had mentioned who could completely conceal the traces of martial arts was this man.

"No matter how you look at it... he's a spoiled young master, with not a trace of martial arts training on his body, not even a hint of the Tiger Form True Meaning that our master mentioned..."

No matter how Dai Xinghai observed, he couldn't find any trace of martial arts training on Yan Qing. Looking at the woman beside him, Dai Xinghai, like everyone else who saw Yan Qing, concluded that he was a "spoiled young master."

However, Dai Xinghai never doubted his grandmaster's words. Although his grandmaster had a bad temper... well... although he had a bad temper with him and his master, he would never lie to him. So he first assumed that Yan Qing was a martial arts master.

"Looking at him again... although his breathing is deep, it is very steady and each breath is long, indicating that he has plenty of energy. Moreover, his complexion is rosy, indicating that he has plenty of vitality. In fact, his physique should also be quite strong, but his slouching shoulders and hunched back, coupled with his walking posture, make him appear less tall..."

Looking at it this way, Dai Xinghai did discover a clue, but based on this, he still couldn't determine whether Yan Qing was truly a master.

"My master would never lie... so... this person must be a master. If I were to face someone like that..."

Dai Xinghai's thoughts ran deeper and deeper into his mind. However, when he thought that Yan Qing was a master, and if he had preconceived notions and assumed that Yan Qing was a spoiled young master, then if Yan Qing suddenly launched an attack, he might not have any time to react at all.

Thinking of this, Dai Xinghai couldn't help but feel his hands and feet turn cold, his mouth become dry, and cold sweat break out on his forehead.

It's no wonder he acted this way; the situation was simply too dangerous.

Martial arts training is a process of continuously improving one's essence, energy, and spirit. Especially after reaching the level of "transformation into strength," the ability to "listen to the force" and the initial application of "spirit" make them extremely confident in their perception of danger.

No one would be wary of a spoiled brat, even if he had a gun, because as long as he had murderous intent, a martial artist would usually sense it, depending on their level of cultivation.

However, if it's someone like Yan Qing, who can completely conceal his essence, energy, and spirit, as long as he slightly restrains his killing intent and launches an attack rashly, it's difficult for any martial artist to defend against him.

Li Cunxiao, who was walking in front, seemed to have noticed Dai Xinghai's reaction. He turned to look at Dai Xinghai's condition before speaking to Yan Qing:

"Hehe... This is my grand-disciple. His talent is far inferior to yours, but he's honest and filial. Xinghai, why don't you come forward and greet your martial uncle!"

Li Cunxiao was unaware that he was smiling the whole time he was talking to Yan Qing.

"Um... Junior Nephew Dai Xinghai greets Martial Uncle!"

When Dai Xinghai heard his grandmaster speak, he suddenly snapped out of his lingering fear. At this moment, he had begun to disregard Yan Qing's age, so he behaved quite respectfully.

Moreover, since the group had already entered the backyard and no one else had seen them, Dai Xinghai didn't feel too much pressure. However, he was still a little reserved when greeting them and didn't kneel down to kowtow, but only bowed.

"I never expected that a trip to Tianjin would lead to the acquisition of a junior apprentice."

Yan Qing had thought the other party might be arrogant or disobedient, but he never expected the other party to bow and address him as "Uncle-Master" so directly. As he spoke, he stretched his hand to the side.

Lan Yue, who was standing nearby, understood Yan Qing very well. When Yan Qing reached out, she took out a small handful of golden melon seeds from her sleeve and handed them to him.

"You see, I haven't prepared anything, so I'll just give my junior apprentice some ordinary things as a gift."

Yan Qing took the handful of golden melon seeds handed to him by Lan Yue, and then casually stuffed them into Dai Xinghai's hands.

That look really does resemble the way people give lucky money to their children during the Lunar New Year.

Li Cunxiao watched from the side, his smile never fading.

Only Dai Xinghai looked at the golden melon seeds in his hand, and his lips twitched.

It's not that I'm disgusted. Although these gold pieces are shaped like melon seeds, they are still real gold, and their heavy weight shows that they are not light at all.

But Yan Qing's attitude was exactly like those spoiled brats he had seen who didn't care about money.

"Could this seemingly纨绔 (playboy/spoiled brat) senior uncle really be a martial arts master?"

Looking at the golden melon seeds in his hand, Dai Xinghai suddenly began to doubt his previous guesses.

"Thank you, Uncle-Master!"

Despite his suspicions, Dai Xinghai still obediently put away the handful of "melon seeds," as so much gold was no small sum.