Among the two follow-up notifications, the part about the Five Thunder Talisman made Su Fan rather curious.
He had already reached one hundred percent in the Compendium of Talismans—so how could the Five Thunder Talisman still improve…
However, before Su Fan could think further, Jacob burst in through the tent entrance and interrupted his thoughts.
The moment this young man stepped into the tent, he immediately dropped into a full-on kowtow, like a tiger pouncing to the ground.
“Su… no, Master Su, you absolutely must take me as your disciple!”
Jacob looked up, ignoring the red mark on his forehead from kowtowing, his eyes so devout they practically radiated light.
Su Fan was completely dumbfounded.
He had seen people who wanted to learn his skills before, but this was the first young man to start kowtowing right off the bat.
“I don’t take disciples.”
“Why? Is my sincerity not enough?”
Jacob froze, his raised face full of confusion.
“I can accept any test.”
Su Fan shook his head slightly.
The matter of divine abilities was already very clear—his skills were truly not something an ordinary person could learn.
As for other things, it was even more impossible.
Take talisman crafting as an example—a normal person would have to apprentice for years before receiving the talisman ordination.
Only after receiving the ordination could one draw talismans. Otherwise, whatever was produced would be nothing but useless paper with an empty appearance.
Su Fan had relied entirely on his own spiritual power, comprehension, and the system to force it into existence—others couldn’t replicate it.
Besides, in foreign countries, there was simply no concept of respecting teachers and honoring the way. Most students believed that whatever knowledge they gained was their own achievement.
The very few who had a good relationship with their teacher might still hope the teacher would write them a university recommendation letter.
He had seen far too much of this kind of thing when he was in school.
Seeing Su Fan still shaking his head, Jacob grew anxious.
“Learning martial arts has always been my dream—I can agree to any requirement!”
“I’m begging you, Master Su, take me as your disciple!”
At these words, Su Fan was stunned again.
So after all that, this guy didn’t want to learn world-shaking, thunder-summoning spells and divine abilities—he wanted to learn fist techniques?
This…
Su Fan’s silence made Jacob frantic with worry.
He actually stood up and started throwing punches right in front of Su Fan!
Spinning kicks and straight punches—he looked decent enough doing it, but most of it was just flashy moves from movies.
“Alright, alright, alright.”
Su Fan quickly told him to stop.
“Stop bouncing around.”
The tent was getting dust everywhere from all the jumping—he didn’t want his good tea leaves wasted by dirty tea water.
Hearing Su Fan call for a stop, Jacob immediately settled down, but those eyes still stared at him with extreme anticipation.
Seeing this, Su Fan sighed.
“I never take disciples—not now, and not in the future.”
At these words, Jacob’s expression visibly dimmed, as if his very spirit had been sucked out of him in an instant.
“But I can still give you a few pointers.”
Jacob, who had just looked utterly dejected, instantly perked up.
“Really?”
“Say one more word and it’s gone.”
Jacob nodded like a pounding garlic pestle and immediately began firing off questions like pouring beans.
“Master Su, what’s the name of that move you used to push me away earlier? Was it from Tai Chi? The way it generates force is so unique.”
“Brush Knee and Twist Step—it is indeed a Tai Chi move.”
“Tai Chi says that four ounces can deflect a thousand pounds—is that true?”
“Not that exaggerated. No matter what style of martial arts, a solid physique is the foundation. Tai Chi isn’t magical enough to let a sickly person beat Tyson.”
“Then what was that punch you used to shatter the brown bear’s jaw? It was simply like a whip.”
“Tongbei Quan—big opening and closing movements, fierce and powerful. Complicated to describe, even more complicated to practice.”
“When can I reach the level of a master like you?”
“…I can only say it’s very difficult. I wish you success.”
As Su Fan spoke, he unconsciously glanced at Jacob a few more times.
This kid—he surely didn’t think that Su Fan being able to shatter a brown bear with one punch was thanks to the martial arts, did he…
Jacob listened as if intoxicated, and even used his phone to record some of the key points Su Fan mentioned.
“We’ve talked about martial arts enough. Now tell me about the legends passed down in your family.”
“Legends? Why are you interested in that?”
“Haven’t you already seen things from legends today?”
Su Fan’s words made Jacob pause, and then he fell into thought—though he quickly laughed it off.
“Did you think of something?”
“…You’re right, Master Su. There are indeed some mysterious legends passed down among the tribe.
They say we are descendants of the wolf clan… and there are also records about the cold ones.
Something like our enemies. Hilariously, it’s said that Dr. Cullen’s family in town happens to be their descendants.
Because of this, my father has never liked the Cullens. He’s always been hostile toward them—he even refuses to go to the hospital when sick, which puts me in an awkward position.”
When Jacob spoke of these things, it was as if he were describing some boring family legend.
“Anyway, I’ve never seen anything different about them—except that their skin is a bit pale and they don’t like being active during the day…”
Seeing the other’s attitude, Su Fan knew he hadn’t carefully connected the deeper implications.
Actually, if one thought about it carefully, one could deduce the true identity of the Cullen family—but unfortunately, this future leader of the wolf clan didn’t have the leisure for that.
Right now, he was still going through his naïve high school life.
However, when other vampire clans approached in the future, the werewolf genes within his body would immediately awaken.
He would gain the ability to transform into a giant wolf, its size even larger than the brown bear that had caused trouble today.
One-on-one, there was no chance of winning against a vampire—and moreover, the wolf clan rarely acted alone.
For vampires, there were only two ways to kill a werewolf: first, possessing special abilities powerful enough to crush the werewolf; second, killing them in human form before they could transform.
The former was extremely rare, and the latter wasn’t very practical either.
Even without transforming, a werewolf’s physical constitution and healing abilities were extraordinary.
Thinking of this, Su Fan looked the young man up and down, and suddenly had an idea.
If a vampire-werewolf battle broke out, and faced with the enemy’s charge, Jacob didn’t choose to transform but instead went straight for a Fierce Tiger Climbs the Mountain…
Better just keep thinking about it. Ancient martial arts also required talent—the fastest to get started with, Xingyi, still took a year or so of practice.
With this kid’s flashy moves, it wasn’t very likely.
But.
A great teacher produces outstanding students.
Su Fan didn’t have the ability to teach divination or divine abilities, but he could teach martial arts.
Not only could he, but he was very capable of it.
Just as Su Fan had this thought, Jacob happened to speak up.
“Master Su, could you teach me a few moves?”
“Sure… now listen carefully, because these are all very important key points.”
