Chapter 68: Chapter 66 A Lifetime Free Membership Card at the Club!_2

Translator: Inschain Editor: Inschain

Upon entering the house, he saw Mr. Huang, another elderly man, and a refined middle-aged man wearing a neat suit and glasses.

“This is Baiyu’s master, Master Gong Xuanzhu. You all know my father-in-law. This is Gu Shuntang, my sworn brother and best friend.”

Zhao Chunjia really treated Qian Quan as a very important guest. He not only invited his best buddy to accompany him but also introduced him with such solemnity.

Qian Quan greeted each of them politely, and they responded in kind.

“Baiyu told me about the advice you gave her on the court. It was incredibly insightful and deeply resonating!”

“I won’t go on thanking you. If there’s ever a time you need me to help, just go ahead. 1 won’t refuse.”

Master Gong Xuanzhu, seeing Qian Quan, struggled to hide his excitement and made a seemingly casual, but actually quite weighty, verbal promise.

The “Golden Voice Jade Vibration Sixty-Four Hands” was the unique skill of his sect. Its continuation was self-explanatory in terms of significance.

“You’re being too humble. It’s mostly thanks to your teaching. Baiyu learned well. I just gave a few pointers and added some finishing touches,” Qian Quan replied.

Master Gong Xuanzhu waved his hand and continued saying.

“In our Xingyi Fist, we say, ‘Progress with every thought, don’t stagnate. Act with every breath, don’t hesitate.’”

“Especially when one reaches a bottleneck in martial arts. Lingering too long can lead to obsession, causing setbacks. Only by ‘progressing’ can one break this obsession. A timely wake-up call at that moment is as valuable as ten years of instruction. Mr. Qian, you should not be modest.”

“It was a fortunate coincidence, and 1 happened to be there at the right time,” Qian Quan responded without false modesty.

“Well said with ‘fortunate coincidence’!” Huang Pinghu added. “The meeting and knowing of people all lie in these words. Let’s all sit and talk.”

Everyone took their seats in turn.

Zhao Chunjia said, “Today, we are all family here, so let’s not stand on ceremony.”

At the dining table, Qian Quan was undoubtedly the center of attention.

Huang Pinghu discussed literature with him, Gong Xuanzhu debated martial arts.

Huang Lingyan reminisced with him about the past and present of Riverside First High School, while Zhao Chunjia had Baiyu toast him.

In contrast, Gu Shuntang spoke less, but always at the right moments, toasting with Qian Quan or inquiring about his studies and life.

Qian Quan answered openly what he could and declined politely where necessary, without hesitation.

Throughout the meal, topics ranged from chess, physiognomy, Qi Observation, martial arts, and gourmet dishes of Azure Bay, to future career plans and more.

Originally, according to the plan Qian Quan discussed with his parents, he intended to become a teacher after graduating from university. But now, more options opened up.

He could explore the realms of chess, basketball, and martial arts or even start his comprehensive training class.

The future held endless possibilities, and there was no rush to decide.

If there was another hidden reason, it was that he wasn’t sure what new endeavor his father might embark on.

To some extent, the height of his future ceiling would depend on where his father’s ceiling was.

Was this another form of relying on one’s parents?

Zhao Chunjia insinuated that Qian Quan could join his company after graduation. Judging from his tone, it would be more than just being a waiter. “When I was young, I also considered myself extraordinarily gifted. I learned martial arts from my master, and I quickly grasped everything. 1 frequently challenged other schools and rarely faced setbacks. But today, after meeting Mr. Qian, I realize there’s always someone better.”

“If 1 were born a few decades later and then met you, I might have been more humble. So today, I’d like to spar with you, Mr. Qian. How about it?”

Gong Xuanzhu was in high spirits today. After a couple of drinks, he loosened up and unexpectedly challenged Qian Quan.

Baiyu watched in amazement, thinking if her fellow disciples saw their master in this state, they would be utterly shocked.

Qian Quan, hearing Gong Xuanzhu’s words, was eager to accept.

He had wanted to spar with the two martial arts seniors after the morning competition. But they brushed it off, saying they wouldn’t “show off their skills in front of an expert.”

“I’ve always wanted to learn from Master Gong,” Qian Quan said.

Gong Xuanzhu laughed, “1 don’t know if there’s much I can teach you in terms of martial arts. If we really start fighting, 1 don’t know how many moves I can withstand as an old man.”

“There’s a saying, ‘Fists fear the young, but sticks fear the old.’ Let’s spar with fists to compare ideas and then practice some stick techniques. What do you say?”

“That works for me,” Qian Quan agreed.

With that, everyone headed to Baiyu’s underground martial arts training room.

“In the world of martial arts, each school has its techniques and routines. But there’s a universal saying, ‘Unseen, unheard, sense danger and evade.’ Mr. Qian, have you heard of it?”

“Indeed,” Qian Quan nodded, “It’s said that when martial arts training reaches the highest level, one develops a kind of subconscious ability to predict danger. In my view, it’s probably a heightened reflex response.

“Just like some animals can sense impending changes in the weather.”

“Exactly,” Gong Xuanzhu agreed. “Let’s start with that.”

Qian Quan, curious, asked, “How do we do it?”

“It’s simple. One stands still while the other tries to tap his shoulder from behind. The goal is to see if the person can evade the tap.” Gong Xuanzhu’s eyes gleamed mischievously.

“Alright, after you..”