Chapter 5114 — A Thousand Punches a Day
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Still, when you came down to it, Old Man Wei's method could only work such wonders on someone as utterly simple as Ergoudan. Take Wei Zhao instead—setting aside whether he could stick to a thousand punches a day, earnestly and every day, the tangled thoughts churning in his head alone would have doomed him from the start to never throwing his whole heart into feeling out and mastering his own fist force.
Wei Zhao was sharp, but set him to the kind of dull, extreme training Ergoudan had done, and honestly he might not manage it. After all, this wasn't a matter of using your head—it was using your body to feel out and command everything. Being too clever was no advantage here; it was a handicap.
"Genius? Me? I'm awful dumb. Your granddad says he got through all that easy in three months. I've been at it three or four years and I'm still nowhere near." Ergoudan looked thoroughly ashamed of himself.
"Don't listen to him brag." Wei Zhao didn't believe a word of it. As far as he was concerned, getting as far as Ergoudan had was already remarkable. Old Man Wei doing it in three months? He must have been deep in his cups...
"Say, Brother Wei Zhao, what brings you back this time? Weren't you off to some Cloud Terrace Island? Is Cloud Terrace Island fun? Is it abroad?" Ergoudan peppered him with questions, eager to change the subject.
"Easy, easy, I'll tell you slowly. Cloud Terrace Island isn't abroad—it's a cultivator realm cut off from our world. The cultivators there are all very strong..." Wei Zhao patiently started from the beginning, telling Ergoudan one tale after another, secret or not. Toward this brother of his boyhood, Wei Zhao had never kept the slightest thing hidden.
They walked all the way back to West Star Village, and Wei Zhao still hadn't finished the business of North Island. He regretted it at once—seemed he'd gone into a bit too much detail, hadn't he? At this rate, finishing the whole account would take until the cows came home.
But on second thought, the Ancient Alliance matter was settled now, and he truly had nothing pressing for the time being. He'd meant to use this chance to stay a few more days in West Star Village anyway. Idle was idle—might as well treat it as storytelling for Ergoudan.
For the next three days straight Wei Zhao hung about with Ergoudan—though meals were still taken with Old Man Wei and Aunt Qing. Wei Zhao tried every trick he could think of, and in the end never got the slightest advantage over Old Man Wei. He couldn't help sighing that the old man's skill at snatching food off a plate truly did pierce the heavens!
The only real gain, in the end, was that after three days and nights Wei Zhao had finally given a rough account of his time on Cloud Terrace Island—and even then Ergoudan was left wanting more, wearing an impassioned look that said he'd gladly risk his life to go along. He had always yearned for the world outside; only the gu poison kept him from straying far from West Star Village, and places like Cloud Terrace Island were something he could only dream about.
Three days later, Wei Zhao meant to leave West Star Village. He had plenty else to do, after all; squeezing out three days to come back and see Old Man Wei and Ergoudan was already a luxury. What gratified him most was that at the final farewell meal, he at last didn't have to fight Old Man Wei for his food—because he ate at Ergoudan's house. (To be continued~^~)