Chapter 8: Twelve-Step Leg Springing Technique
Chapter 8: Chapter 8: Twelve-Step Leg Springing Technique
Although this wasn’t the best possible outcome, Fang Chen was quite willing to accept it.
After all, this was Li Family Village, not Fang Family Village.
He had just wanted to squeeze out as much as he could, initially thinking it would be great if he could get forty or fifty thousand. To his surprise, the clan head was willing to make up the difference with ninety thousand!
"I kicked Li Shanqiang to the ground. If this were on Earth, I wouldn’t be able to leave without paying him a hundred or two hundred thousand in compensation," he thought.
Fang Chen slightly adjusted his facial expression, trying his best to look somewhat disappointed.
His father, Fang Lin, walked up to him and gave him a look.
Fang Chen nodded. "Dad, I have no objections."
"Good!"
Fang Lin stepped forward, directly facing the main seat.
"Dad, what you just said, that you’re willing to give us two hundred thousand... this... this is truly an enormous favor!
"We can’t thank you enough! Thank you, Dad! Thank you all for your kindness!"
"Thank you, Grandpa Clan Head!" Fang Chen’s voice was low, giving the impression that he was deeply aggrieved.
Li Hongxuan sighed, the wrinkles on his face seemingly growing deeper. He said no more, silently counting out some bills from the donation box.
"Take it, two hundred thousand. I know this money won’t be enough for the Martial Arts exam, but... go back and nourish your body properly. That’s good, that’s good too..."
It seemed he had a thousand words to say, but in the end, he merely placed the money into Fang Lin’s palm before turning around and walking into the inner room.
Fang Lin received it with both hands as if holding a heavy burden, repeatedly thanking him. "Thank you, Dad! Thank you! We’ll head back now and won’t disturb your rest any longer!"
He tightly gripped the money and grabbed Fang Chen’s arm firmly with his other hand, signaling for him to leave quickly.
Walking out of the courtyard gate, Fang Lin looked at Fang Chen. He tried hard to force a relaxed expression, but his voice was somewhat hoarse. "Chen’Er, Dad... Dad will figure something out. There... there will always be a way to scrape together a bit more."
Fang Chen held his father’s hand in return. "Dad, you’ve already worried enough. Leave the rest..."
"Fang Lin, Chen’Er, wait!"
Fang Chen’s words were interrupted as he saw his aunt, Li Dehui, chasing after them. She quickly walked up, fumbled in her pocket for a moment, and pulled out a cloth bundle, shoving it into Fang Chen’s hands without a word of explanation.
"Here, take it."
Fang Chen opened it, only to find that it actually contained twenty thousand in cash.
"Aunt Dehui, this..."
Li Dehui waved her hand, her tone straightforward and brisk. "Ah, your aunt has had pretty good luck this month. People have been supporting me at the venue, so I have enough cash flow."
Fang Lin hurriedly tried to decline. "Dehui, how can we accept this? You’re not exactly well-off either..."
"Fang Lin!" Li Dehui interrupted him, deliberately keeping a straight face. "We’re family; don’t speak like outsiders. There’s still some time before the Martial Arts exam. If it comes down to it..."
She suddenly lowered her voice. "I’ll just learn from my colleagues and hook up with some minor boss. I’ll definitely be able to scrape together a bit more!"
Fang Lin immediately grew anxious, his face flushing red. "You can’t! You absolutely cannot do that, Dehui! You’ve already done more than enough. Leave the rest to me to figure out!"
Seeing him so anxious, Li Dehui burst out laughing. "Fang Lin, you’re too honest; you believe everything I say! At my age, how much could I even sell for anyway? Haha!"
These words finally dispelled Fang Lin’s concerns. He could only smile awkwardly and no longer declined the money.
Fang Chen looked at his aunt solemnly, clutching the money tightly in his hand. "Thank you, Aunt Dehui."
He knew very well that Li Dehui was one of the few people in the village who genuinely treated them well. She worked as a resident singer at a nightclub in Jinchuan City. She could sing and dance, and she was always quite popular.
Although she currently wore no makeup and her clothes were plain, making her look no different from an ordinary peasant woman, there was one time Fang Chen had gone to deliver something to her and saw how she looked at work, leaving him completely shocked on the spot. If this were his past life, even if she wasn’t a female celebrity, she would absolutely be at the level of a top-tier internet influencer.
Although she was already over thirty and her skin wasn’t as firm as it was in her teenage years, once she dressed up and put on makeup, no one would doubt it if she claimed to be a recently graduated college student.
Fang Chen gathered his thoughts and looked at his aunt. "Aunt Dehui, you’re underestimating yourself. With your natural beauty, if you just doll yourself up a bit and walk out with me, I guarantee everyone would think you’re a newly transferred campus belle at our school!"
Li Dehui was amused by his words and burst into laughter, the fine lines at the corners of her eyes smoothing out. "Hahaha, has our Chen’Er’s mouth been smeared with honey? No wonder the little girls at school are always swarming around you. Speaking of campus belles, I think the one who came looking for you last time wasn’t bad..."
Fang Lin immediately perked up his ears. "The one from last time? Wasn’t that Miss Xia?"
Fang Chen felt helpless. "Dad, don’t listen to Aunt Dehui’s nonsense. It was mostly just because I helped a classmate chase away some hooligans, so she treated me to a meal out of politeness."
Fang Lin chuckled. "Dad won’t worry about your affairs. Ah, what did I, Fang Lin, do to deserve such a virtuous wife, such a promising son, and such a sensible daughter..."
Li Dehui cleared her throat. "AHEM!"
Fang Lin immediately caught on and hurriedly added, "Right, right, right! And the best sister in the world!"
The three of them burst into laughter, and the atmosphere lightened considerably. They walked side by side for a while until they reached a fork in the road where they had to part ways.
The group stopped in their tracks, and the topic inevitably returned to money.
Fang Chen spoke with a firm tone. "Don’t worry, Dad, Aunt Dehui. I have a way to get the rest of the money."
Fang Lin instantly became a little nervous. "Chen’Er, are you... are you thinking of going to Miss Xia? That wouldn’t be good..."
"I won’t." Fang Chen shook his head. "I know my limits. I will absolutely not ask the Xia Family for money."
Li Dehui seemed to think of something, her expression changing slightly. "Chen’Er, then are you thinking of...? Ah? You can’t go to Golden Lane! The money there—you might live to earn it, but you won’t live to spend it!"
However, upon hearing this, Fang Chen’s eyes suddenly lit up.
"That’s right! Why didn’t I think of going to Golden Lane!" he thought.
The next morning, on the athletic field of Jinchuan Three Greats, students were lined up neatly, practicing a basic Cultivation Technique.
The dozens of students at the school who had reached the True Martial Realm had all completed their Spirit Awakening, allowing the Martial Arts classes to resume.
The young man leading the exercises wore a white-and-blue school uniform. His posture was straight and tall, standing around one point eighty-five meters tall. His physique was not bulky, but rather well-proportioned and lean, his movements exuding strength and coordination.
This person was none other than the monitor of Class Two, Fang Chen. He was currently patrolling through the ranks, pointing out the errors in his classmates’ movements.
"Keep your backs straight and sink your qi into the Dantian.
"The force of a punch originates from the waist, not just the arms."
When the bell rang, the Martial Arts teacher, Mr. Liu Xiaochuan, finally strolled over at a leisurely pace. Looking at the students who had already gotten into the zone, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
"Hehe, teaching Class Two is still the most worry-free. I can just come and get straight to the main points, then leave as soon as I’m done." He patted Fang Chen on the shoulder. "Thanks for your hard work. Return to the ranks."
"Yes, Teacher Liu."
Fang Chen replied and briskly jogged back to the formation.
Liu Xiaochuan walked to the center of the field. Facing all the students, he said in a loud voice, "The Leg Technique I’m going to teach today is a bit outside the curriculum. I don’t expect everyone to master it right away, but I do hope that after you graduate, you will repeatedly hone it!"
His gaze swept across the young faces one by one, and his voice rose a few notches. "It’s called the Ding’an Twelve-Step Leg Springing Technique!"