At this moment, Xu Fei thought that Bai Zhan, as the Northern Soldier King, was already an expert in close combat. If he passed down this ancient fist technique specialised in close-quarters fighting to Bai Zhan, his strength would undoubtedly see a significant boost!
So, Xu Fei immediately touched the ring on his hand, and with a flash of light, an ancient fist technique manual appeared in his hand.
“This is specially for your cultivation, perfectly suited to your strengths!”
Bai Zhan, seeing the ancient, rustic aura of the manual, was thrilled and eagerly opened it to take a look.
But upon opening it, Bai Zhan was dumbfounded—the text inside was all jumbled and twisted, completely unintelligible.
Seeing this, Xu Fei smiled slightly and said, “Don’t rush, you can’t expect to become a master overnight. Everything needs to be done step by step! You’re not a cultivator yet, you need to pass this hurdle first!”
Most inheritances in the cultivator world rely on true qi, so even if a manual like the one in Xu Fei’s hand were lost, there was no worry of it being stolen and secretly cultivated by others.
Unless that person was also a cultivator, they wouldn’t be able to decipher the crucial information within.
Bai Zhan nodded, sitting obediently on the bed, waiting for Xu Fei’s arrangements.
Xu Fei glanced out the window, spotting a small hillside, then patted Bai Zhan’s shoulder and said, “Pack up, bring a tent or something, and follow me up the mountain!”
Bai Zhan naturally trusted that Xu Fei wouldn’t trick him, and he was very intrigued by the ancient fist manual Xu Fei had just shown him.
Now full of enthusiasm, Bai Zhan swept away his earlier gloom, quickly packed up, grabbed a dark green tent, and followed Xu Fei to the mountain.
At a gentle slope halfway up the mountain, Xu Fei instructed Bai Zhan to set up camp and pitch the tent.
“Did you bring everything I told you to?”
Bai Zhan nodded. As someone with a warrior’s background, the moment Xu Fei mentioned going up the mountain, he knew exactly what to prepare.
The large backpack Bai Zhan carried was practically a mobile warehouse.
Opening it revealed not only various emergency military supplies, a combat shovel, and other tools and food, but even a sleeping bag.
After inspecting everything, Xu Fei singled out the sleeping bag, picking it up.
“This is confiscated, keep the rest!”
At this point, Bai Zhan hadn’t yet grasped what Xu Fei meant by this, simply nodding along silently.
Then, Xu Fei pointed to an open area nearby, sat cross-legged himself, and gestured for Bai Zhan to do the same.
“Remember, close your eyes and feel the true qi of heaven and earth around you with your heart. Only by sensing it can you learn to harness it and become a cultivator!”
This step was particularly crucial, serving as a key threshold to test whether someone was qualified to become a cultivator.
As for whether Bai Zhan had the potential to become a cultivator, Xu Fei was well aware.
His piercing vision could clearly see that whenever he channelled the true qi of heaven and earth, Bai Zhan’s body would automatically resonate and attract it to a certain extent.
This proved that Bai Zhan indeed had the qualifications.
