High-level martial arts: Invincibility starts with basic archery.

Chapter 160 Qian Yuan Gong (Please Subscribe)

Upon hearing Chen Fan's words, the other person's face immediately showed a look of panic, and they hurriedly said, "I, I don't know!"

"Don't be nervous, I didn't mean anything by it."

Chen Fan spoke up, "I just want to ask why that old man isn't here. I've seen him here before."

"This, like this."

Upon hearing this, the stall owner breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at Chen Fan, shrank his neck, and said, "I only came here because the location was good and no one was taking it. As for why that old man didn't come this morning, I really don't know."

"So, he didn't come all day?"

Chen Fan frowned.

That shouldn't be the case. Given this old man's personality, even if he knows no one will fall for it, he will still appear here rain or shine, waiting for the destined one.

"Oh, it was him?"

At this moment, some people around also noticed what was happening.

"I remember this person has come here several times, hasn't he?"

"Yes, every time he comes, it's as if he's coming specifically to see that old guy. If I remember correctly, he came here yesterday afternoon."

"Yes, yes, he even took out two or three hundred yuan back then. The old man was smiling so much his mouth was crooked."

"I really don't know what kind of luck that old man had, or if he's just really stupid and likes to be fooled."

"He's probably just a bit dim-witted."

The whispers around him reached Chen Fan's ears. He turned around, which immediately startled many people, who turned pale and either looked around or pretended not to know anything.

"Does anyone know why that old man didn't come today?"

No one answered.

Everyone seemed indifferent, as if it were none of their business.

It's easy to guess that, given that old man's temperament, he's unlikely to be very popular; he'd be lucky if he didn't offend anyone.

So Chen Fan took out 10 yuan from his pocket, held it up, looked around, and said, "If anyone knows where that old man lives and takes me there, this money is his."

Instantly, the scene fell silent.

Soon, a man in his early twenties raised his hand and shouted, "Brother, I know, I'll take you!"

"I know that too!"

Not to be outdone, a middle-aged woman said, "I also know where that old man lives. I'll take you there; you just need to give me nine yuan."

"Eight yuan! Just give me eight yuan!"

"I know that, I only need five dollars!"

"you!"

Upon hearing these words, the man who had initially agreed was furious.

He clearly reacted in a minute, but these people are utterly shameless! Are they even human?!

"Alright, you're the one."

Chen Fan pointed to the man who was asking for five yuan.

Although he doesn't lack the money, thrift is a virtue.

"Hehehe."

A smug smile immediately appeared on the man's face. He walked over and reached out his hand, wanting to take the money.

"Don't worry, I'll give you the money when we get there."

Chen Fan glanced at him.

"well."

The man chuckled, "Don't worry, brother, that old man's place is only a few rooms away from mine, very close."

As he spoke, amidst the envious, jealous, and resentful gazes of the crowd, he led Chen Fan northward.

The road is getting more and more off-track.

The surrounding environment also became dirty and messy.

There were quite a few more people.

"Big brother, it's just ahead."

The man laughed.

Chen Fan looked in front of him and saw a shantytown with probably a few hundred households.

The houses were low and dilapidated, connected to each other, with the doors less than a meter apart. The ground was full of puddles and potholes, and the corners were piled with garbage.

The air was filled with an indescribable, foul odor that made one want to vomit.

Even though they were both in Songjiabao, this place seemed like a completely different world from where Yang Xiaochun and the others lived.

The difference compared to their own village is astonishing.

At this moment, many emaciated people sat at the door, looking at Chen Fan with curiosity, greed, and fear in their eyes.

"Brother, you must not spend any money after I go in, otherwise, some bad things might happen," the man kindly reminded him.

Although this place is also Songjiabao, there are no guards to maintain order. Even if someone dies, no one will investigate.

It goes without saying what would happen if Chen Fan took out tens or hundreds of yuan.

He led Chen Fan past house after house, until they finally arrived at a house with the door ajar and the inside quiet.

"Big brother, this is it."

The man rubbed his hands together.

Chen Fan reached out and knocked on the door.

"Bang! Bang!"

The sound was very loud.

Who is it?

An unhappy voice rang out from inside the room.

Chen Fan nodded slightly. Yes, that voice belonged to the old man.

He took out five yuan and handed it to the man.

Instantly, everyone around stared in disbelief.

The latter accepted it with profuse thanks, his face full of anticipation, and said, "Brother, if you need to find anyone else later, just tell me. Don't worry, the price will still be the same."

"That's all, just this one."

After saying that, he pushed open the door and went straight in.

The room was poorly lit, very dark, and smelled bad.

Who are you?

The old man's voice rang out again, his tone even angrier, "How dare you just barge into someone else's house? Don't you know trespassing is illegal?"

"Alright, you've been doing all sorts of illegal and disorderly things yourself, and you still have the nerve to criticize others."

As Chen Fan spoke, his gaze fell on a bed to the north, where an old man was leaning against the wall, his lower body lying on the bed.

"Young man? Is that you?"

The old man was startled, then became agitated, seemingly trying to get up from the bed, but the next second, a blood-curdling scream echoed through the house.

"What happened to your leg?"

Chen Fan approached the bedside and looked at the other person's right leg.

"No, it's nothing."

The old man's face was contorted, and his complexion was frighteningly pale.

"Nothing?"

Chen Fan looked puzzled. "It's not broken, is it?"

After a while, the old man recovered from the pain and said to Chen Fan with a smile, "When I came back tonight, I wasn't paying attention and accidentally broke my leg."

"Yeah?"

Chen Fan scanned his surroundings.

On the ground, there was a broken bowl with shards scattered everywhere, along with some other small, miscellaneous items, making the place quite messy.

A look of panic flashed across the old man's face, and he quickly changed the subject, saying, "Young man, what brings you here?"

"I didn't see you at the stall, so I spent some money to have someone bring me here. You have to reimburse me for that."

Chen Fan said.

"I'm not like that..."

He was about to play the victim when his voice abruptly stopped. His eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at Chen Fan and said, "Young man, you came all this way specifically to see me? Could it be... could it be?"

"Um."

Chen Fan nodded and said, "This morning, my elder made a special trip to Anshan City."

"Gulp."

The old man swallowed hard, cleaning up like drawing water with fifteen buckets, going up and down in circles.

"And then what happened?"

Chen Fan didn't say anything, but took out the small box that he had given him before from his pocket.

The old man was taken aback, then gave a self-deprecating smile.

"So they didn't accept it after all? No wonder."

"It's not that we didn't collect anything, it's that there was simply no one to collect it."

Chen Fan slowly said, "That elder said that when he went there, 601 was empty. Even the door had been moved away. The walls on both sides of the door and inside were covered with curses and words of debt collection."

The old man was struck dumb, his voice trembling as he said, "You mean, they... they're in trouble?"

"have no idea."

Chen Fan shook his head expressionlessly. "I heard from the neighbors that the family moved away two or three years ago. They probably moved to another city a long time ago."

"Do you know which city they moved to?"

The old man asked nervously,

"I don't know," Chen Fan glanced at him, "What, you still want to go find them?"

"No, no."

The old man shook his head vigorously, "I was just asking casually, nothing more."

Chen Fan placed the box on the table beside him and said, "I've done this for you. Now, shouldn't you keep your promise and give me the two martial arts techniques you promised to give me?"

The old man gave a wry smile upon hearing this and said, "Of course, I was actually worried about what would happen if you came and couldn't find me. Fortunately, those two manuals are in that cabinet, on the second shelf. You can see them as soon as you open it."

Following the direction of his finger, Chen Fan walked to a cabinet, squatted down, and opened the second shelf. Sure enough, two ancient and simple manuals lay quietly inside.

He took them out and said, "These are the two books."

"Well, the first book is an internal energy cultivation method, which is said to strengthen the true qi within a martial artist's body. The second book is an archery technique, which might be just right for you. Anyway, you can read it yourself. If you ask me, I don't know anything about it."

The old man looked up and said weakly.

Chen Fan's gaze fell on the cover of the first book.

【Qian Yuan Gong】

Three powerful and vigorous characters.

He opened the first page; the pages were yellowed, but the handwriting was neat, so it was most likely a genuine book.

He looked at it carefully.

According to the book, the [Qian Yuan Gong] is a technique for cultivating one's inner energy and refining oneself. After prolonged practice, it can not only strengthen the true energy within the body, but also restore one's health at a speed far exceeding that of martial artists of the same level.

After quickly browsing through it, Chen Fan looked at the skill panel.

[Qian Yuan Gong: Completely Ignorant (0%), Not Unlocked, Unlock Condition: Refining Meridian Realm]

Chen Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

The old man seemed to keep his promise and gave me a genuine copy.

Although one needs to reach the Refining Meridian realm to cultivate, this condition is not easy to meet. Tonight, I will be able to reach the Transformation Realm.

He is only one step away from the Meridian Refining Realm.

He closed the manual, his heart filled with anticipation for the second book, because the old man had said that the second book was about archery.

(End of this chapter)