98: Chapter 98 Tiger's Paw and the Infinite Drink Machine

"Skill Stone discovered: Tiger Palm. A skill of the same name [Tiger Palm] has been detected under the Monk Mistweaver School. Do you wish to consume this Skill Stone to acquire the Mistweaver School skill [Tiger Palm]?"

Hu Jinsi stared at the prompt text that had popped up before him, stunned for several seconds. The content in the information bar was still pulsing slightly, as if afraid he wouldn't look closely enough, and it expanded downward to reveal an additional line of explanation.

[Tiger Palm: Attacks the target with a palm strike, dealing 90% physical damage. Upon hitting, there is a 10% chance to gain 1 Chi. This skill has 2 Charges, with a recharge time of 1 minute.]

Hu Jinsi pinched the dull-colored Skill Stone, reading it twice to be certain his eyes weren't deceiving him. He suddenly looked up, his voice filled with uncontrollable excitement: "This Skill Stone indicates that I can convert it without loss into another skill of the same name within the Monk system and learn it as a direct replacement."

He shared his message panel with the squad. Lin Rui leaned in to take a look, and Su Wan tilted her head to peer over as well.

The squad members had always been aware of Hu Jinsi's situation as a Monk lacking Chi. His maximum Chi was only 7 points, requiring careful calculation during combat. Seeing that he finally had a means to restore Chi during battle, both of them were happy for him.

Although the 10% probability seemed a bit unreliable, like playing the lottery, it was still better than nothing. Lin Rui patted his shoulder, while Su Wan smiled and patted his back.

"Congratulations, congratulations," Su Wan said with a smile. "Although, when it comes to relying on probability... your luck is indeed mediocre, but at least there is hope now."

"It's better than just staring blankly," Lin Rui nodded.

After obtaining the squad's consent, Hu Jinsi picked up the Skill Stone and brought it close to his forehead. With a flash of light, a few seconds later, the brand-new [Tiger Palm] appeared in his skill bar. The icon was a slightly curved tiger claw, with a faint red glow at the base of the palm. He opened the skill panel, confirmed the description and Charge count, then closed the panel and rubbed his hands together, eager to try it out.

"Done learning it," he grinned. "I can't wait to find some enemies right now to test its effectiveness."

Unlike Lin Rui and Su Wan's perspective, although the current Chi restoration probability of this [Tiger Palm] was only 10%, far from the stable Chi restoration of 100% in the original game, Hu Jinsi was not overly concerned.

The fundamental rules they belonged to were different; the dungeon drops on Water Blue Star naturally had a gap compared to the numerical system of the original game. Furthermore, Hu Jinsi knew the subsequent effects of this [Tiger Palm].

He believed that if given some time, he would be able to acquire specialties and skill expansions related to [Tiger Palm]. For example, a passive skill to increase the Chi restoration probability, or a trait to reduce the recharge time. These things had appeared in the game data from his past life, and in this dungeon world, they would drop sooner or later.

However, to maximize the effectiveness of this skill, he still needed to acquire other skills that could create synergy with it. For instance, [Rising Sun Kick]; in the game from his past life, [Tiger Palm] and [Rising Sun Kick] were the core combo rotation for Monks.

Since skills of the same type could be converted, Hu Jinsi had new ideas regarding the source of other skills. Perhaps in the future, when encountering similar Skill Stones, they could all be converted into the Monk system in this way, rather than relying on the random drops of the dungeon.

"Let's go," Hu Jinsi closed the skill panel and clapped his hands. "Let's go try out the new skill."

After dealing with the second mini-boss, Cheng Qingming, the subsequent process became very simple. The three of them only needed to walk into the small wooden hut not far away and wait for a few waves of enemies and the final boss, Cheng Fu, to appear. If they were fast, the process for this stage could actually be finished in just over half an hour.

Hu Jinsi turned his head to ask Su Wan and Lin Rui: "Do you need to rest? Once we enter the wooden hut, the rhythm of the subsequent battles will be out of our control."

The three were also unsure if the interval between the enemies and the final boss entering the wooden hut would provide them time to rest and adjust. Information online from the Pear Garden Squad and other squads was very vague in this regard, with most stating that as soon as one wave was cleared, the next wave of enemies would appear quickly, and the break time was often insufficient for a short rest. In other words, once they entered the wooden hut, they might have to fight continuously without any chance to catch their breath.

Su Wan thought for a moment and shook her head: "I don't need to rest for now. I still have four spell slots remaining. As long as I don't use any spells before the boss fight in the subsequent battles and rely on the [Incense Burner of the Dead] given by Hu Jinsi to recover slowly on its own, I should be able to recover one more. Five spell slots are more than enough to deal with a drunkard who uses [Drunken Fist]."

Her tone was very certain. Lin Rui had no objections either; he was full of stamina, and the fight against Cheng Qingming hadn't consumed much. Since Su Wan was so sure, the three members of the squad didn't plan to delay any longer. They decided to finish this stage as soon as possible to explore more of the progress for the third stage and prepare more information for next week's dungeon run.

The three of them walked toward the wooden hut.

The exterior of the wooden hut didn't look large; the old red-painted wooden door was half-open, and moss crawled all over the door frame. Pushing the door open to enter, the space inside was surprisingly large. Hu Jinsi estimated it to be at least as big as two badminton courts put together. Yet, viewed from the outside, the wooden hut was at most less than fifty square meters. The walls, floor, and ceiling were all made of wood, but there were no supporting pillars, as if the space had been forcibly expanded by some kind of power.

But having experienced numerous dungeons, the three were clearly accustomed to these strange phenomena. Spatial folding, visual misalignment, and discrepancies between inside and outside within dungeons were nothing new. There was only one point they cared about: the wooden hut had only one door, and after the three of them entered, the enemies could only enter through this same door.

"Guard the door and set an ambush," Lin Rui said in a low voice, raising his shield and standing firm on the inside of the door.

Hu Jinsi and Lin Rui stood on both sides, while Su Wan stood in a position far from the door. Hu Jinsi said to Lin Rui and Su Wan: "When we start the boss fight, give me one minute first. I want to personally experience the opponent's moves and test the effects of [Drunken Fist]."

"No problem," Lin Rui nodded. Su Wan also gave an affirmative sound: "I can take back control with my magic at any time, so feel free to test it."

Soon, the first batch of enemies entered the room through the wooden door. The wooden door was pushed open with a creak, and three martial artists dressed in coarse cloth short tunics filed in, shouting "Hei-ha" as they entered. Hu Jinsi guarded the door and took the first step to meet them, his right palm's five fingers slightly curved, gathered into a tiger claw shape, and he struck out at the enemy in the front.

The first experience with [Tiger Palm] did not go smoothly. Hu Jinsi followed the movements in the skill description, exerting force from his palm and gathering energy at the base of his palm. But upon his first use, he only dealt a light [-5] damage, and the enemy didn't even sway.

His point of force application was off; his arm was too straight, turning it into a long-distance palm push rather than that short, powerful tiger claw strike. The muscles at the base of his palm did not fully make contact with the enemy's chest, and the force was dispersed.

"I still need to adjust the force application," Hu Jinsi muttered, withdrawing his palm and switching to his staff to knock that enemy down.

As he used it slowly during the battle, he gradually grasped the knack of [Tiger Palm]. This skill required short, sharp force from the waist and hips; when attacking with the arm, one should try not to straighten it, avoiding a long-distance attack. It should be like a tiger, suddenly bursting forth at close range, with the base of the palm slamming into the target like a meat hammer.

Withdrawing the fist also needed to be fast; after striking, one must immediately retract it, not giving the opponent room to counterattack. Every palm strike needed to be coordinated with subtle adjustments of the footsteps, allowing the body's center of gravity to press forward at the moment of the strike, transferring the power of the entire body through the waist and hips to the base of the palm.

The Pandaren Monk who created this skill in the game of his past life had thick, short fingers and palms covered in pads, which actually fit the force application points of this move quite well. But the problem was that upon arriving in this world, the system clearly hadn't done the work to optimize and adapt it to his body.

His palms were relatively thin, and the muscles at the base of his palm weren't thick enough, requiring him to slowly use his body to fine-tune the intricacies. With every palm strike, he was adjusting the angle, force, and distance, attempting to find the most comfortable point for applying force.

These enemies that had entered were one after another dealt with by the three. During the battle, Hu Jinsi used [Tiger Palm] 8 times, but his luck was indeed mediocre, and the Chi restoration effect didn't trigger even once. Every time his palm base struck the enemy, only the damage numbers floated up, and the Chi bar above his head remained unmoved.

After using it for the 8th time, he looked at the Charge count for [Tiger Palm] in his skill bar, which had become 0/2, and sighed helplessly.

"10% probability... it's even harder to trigger than I imagined." He retracted his palm and knocked down the last enemy with his staff.

"It's okay, practice more," Su Wan comforted him.

After 5 minutes, still no new enemies pushed the door open to enter. The wooden door was quietly closed, and not a single ray of light could penetrate through the door gap. The three estimated that the boss who used [Drunken Fist], Cheng Fu, was about to arrive.

Hu Jinsi signaled Lin Rui and Su Wan to stay further away from the door first, retreating into the depths of the wooden hut. No one knew what kind of area-of-effect skill the boss might suddenly unleash the moment he entered the door.

If he were to immediately take a swig and spit wine upon entering, everyone would have to wash their faces after the battle. The wine-spitting attack of [Drunken Fist] was likely not water, but high-proof strong liquor mixed with saliva; not only would it burn if sprayed on the face, but it might also affect their vision.

The other two members of the squad retreated to the other end of the wooden hut, each finding a good position. Lin Rui raised his shield and stood at the very front, while Su Wan hid in the back.

Hu Jinsi stood directly opposite the wooden door, clenching his fists and adjusting his breathing.

A few minutes later, the wooden door was pushed open.

A sturdy and upright young martial artist walked in. He wore medium-length, slightly curly, and fluffy brown hair, with the ends somewhat messy, as if he had just crawled out of bed.

His face was handsome and clean-shaven, with a slightly cynical smile between his brows, and the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, as if he were watching an interesting performance.

He was dressed in a purple-red sleeveless, front-opening martial arts jacket, paired with matching color cuffed lantern pants, with golden buttons slightly open at the chest, revealing well-developed arm muscles on both sides. He wore black-soled, blue-edged kung fu shoes, had a wine gourd tied with a red rope slung diagonally across his left waist, and his hands were wrapped in purple wrist guards.

There was no greeting, no announcement of his name, and not even waiting for Cheng Fu to fully enter the wooden hut, Hu Jinsi unceremoniously took the first step.

The distance of 3 meters was covered in an instant. Hu Jinsi's right fist targeted Cheng Fu's face, the fist wind fierce, bringing up a sharp whistling sound. This punch was fast and straight, with not a single superfluous movement; it was a standard straight punch assault.

But Cheng Fu seemed to have lost his footing, his body tilting to the left, his footsteps unsteady, as if walking on cotton. The fist grazed past his ear, taking a strand of brown hair with it, leaving behind only a [-1] damage. A graze.

Hu Jinsi's left fist followed closely, without the slightest pause. Cheng Fu stumbled backward again, his heels slipping on the wooden floor, barely avoiding it. His center of gravity seemed to not exist at all, his body swaying with inertia, every movement just enough to dodge the edge of the fist.

Two consecutive punches missed, Hu Jinsi's brows furrowed slightly, but he didn't hesitate. He stomped his right foot on the ground, borrowing the force of the rebound to twist his waist and push his hips, his third punch striking directly at Cheng Fu's chest with greater penetrating power.

Cheng Fu still did not take it head-on. His body collapsed to the right like a pile of mush, and the fist slid past his ribs, [-1], only tearing his clothes. This was the lowest round of damage since Hu Jinsi learned to use [Flurry of Blows]. The three punches added up to only 2 points of damage, not even breaking through the enemy's defense.

Taking advantage of the gap where Hu Jinsi's old force was exhausted and his new force had yet to be generated, Cheng Fu suddenly lowered his body, his right leg sweeping out along the ground. It wasn't aimed at the ankles, but at the position where Hu Jinsi would land. Hu Jinsi's reaction was extremely fast; he leaped up by pointing his toes on the ground to dodge. But Cheng Fu's sweep was a prediction; Hu Jinsi had nowhere to borrow force in the air, and the moment he landed, Cheng Fu's shoulder had already slammed into him.

"Boom—" [-20]. With a dull thud, Hu Jinsi was knocked back three or four steps by this shoulder bump, his chest surging with blood and qi, as if he had been hit in the ribs by a small truck. It wasn't a normal shoulder bump that he felt; at the moment of contact, Cheng Fu had an extremely subtle tremor, transferring his entire body weight in an instant.

His shoulder first slightly retracted, then suddenly pushed forward, the force stacking layer upon layer like ripples. This was "Iron Crutch Li—Drunkenly Lying on the Gourd" from the Drunken Eight Immortals; it looked like a stumble, but it was actually a lethal move.

Hu Jinsi stabilized his stance and took a deep breath. He didn't rush to counterattack, but instead slowly adjusted his breathing and casually cast [Renewing Mist] on himself. A mass of milky white mist enveloped his chest, and a warm, itchy sensation seeped into his skin, the bruised ribs slowly healing. He opened his stance again with both hands, his eyes changing from probing to serious.

From this brief contact, Hu Jinsi could clearly feel that Cheng Fu's true agility was not as high as his own. His speed, reaction, and attack frequency were all a hair slower than Hu Jinsi's. However, Cheng Fu possessed a complete martial arts system; from dodging to counterattacking, it was done in one go, with his movement, footwork, and force application techniques integrated into one, flowing much more smoothly than Lin Rui's immature combos.

And this was what Hu Jinsi lacked. His skills were scattered: [Flurry of Blows], [Touch of Death], [Spinning Crane Kick]. Each skill taken individually was not bad, but when combined together, they lacked coherence, missing that complete, systematic set of moves.

At this moment, Cheng Fu opposite him was still grinning, but he did not pursue.

He slammed his wine gourd onto the ground, held his hands in a void embrace, and took irregular, shuffling steps.

His whole person looked loose and slack, full of openings from head to toe.

His shoulders were sloped, his center of gravity was shifted to one side, and his knees were slightly bent, as if he were about to fall at any moment.

But Hu Jinsi knew that those openings were all traps.

Every seemingly unbalanced posture concealed subsequent counterattack variations.

He did not move, and Cheng Fu did not move either.

The two confronted each other for a moment, while not far away, Lin Rui and Su Wan also did not make any sound, as if they were truly just two spectators.

Hu Jinsi broke the stalemate first.

His figure flickered, and this time, instead of advancing along the floor, he stepped on the wall to launch [Spinning Crane Kick].

The force that used to sweep horizontally had turned into a move perpendicular to the ground.

His feet kicked continuously against the wall, his body like a spinning pinwheel, sweeping from bottom to top towards Cheng Fu.

But this was not the killing blow; the [Touch of Death] that Hu Jinsi had been charging up was the real move.

He secretly gathered strength in his right fist, preparing to suddenly change moves while Cheng Fu was dealing with the leg attack, and blast a punch into his chest.

Cheng Fu's response was somewhat peculiar.

He did not retreat but advanced, crashing into Hu Jinsi's embrace against the force, his body twisting at an unreasonable angle.

The first leg brushed past his armpit, the second leg swept over the top of his head, and Cheng Fu's shoulder wove between the two legs like a loach.

The third punch, the [Touch of Death] hidden by Hu Jinsi, had most of its force discharged by his protruding belly.

But that belly was not stiffly resisting; instead, it retracted slightly at the moment of contact, swallowing the fist force like a ball of cotton.

Hu Jinsi felt his fist hit a pile of cotton, the power dispersed, absorbed, and neutralized, without causing any substantial damage.

Following closely, Cheng Fu suddenly opened his mouth and sprayed a large mouthful of wine mist.

The white wine mist instantly filled the air, Hu Jinsi's vision became blurred, obstructed by alcohol and water vapor.

His subsequent attack missed by a fraction, brushing past Cheng Fu's shoulder, the wind of the punch only lifting a strand of his hair.

Cheng Fu seized this momentary gap, his right leg flicked up from bottom to top like a whip, pointing straight at Hu Jinsi's chin.

Hu Jinsi leaned back instinctively, but his center of gravity was already unstable.

Fortunately, at this moment, the blind sense from the [blind fighting headband] was still in effect.

He sensed the flow of air below and, while arching his back, kicked off with both legs, leaping backward out of Cheng Fu's attack range.

The tip of the shoe on his right leg grazed past the tip of his nose, bringing with it a stinging gust of wind.

Cheng Fu did not pursue.

He took half a step back, untied the wine gourd from his waist, took a swig, wiped his mouth, and then smiled at Hu Jinsi.

That smile seemed to say: "Still coming?"

Hu Jinsi nodded at Su Wan in the distance.

He already had some understanding of the fighting style of this martial artist who used the Drunken Fist style.

If they continued to fight, it wasn't impossible for Hu Jinsi to grind Cheng Fu to death; after all, his healing and recovery abilities were something Cheng Fu, as a pure martial artist, did not possess.

But there was little point in continuing the fight.

For the squad, it was better to save time as much as possible, and let Lin Rui and Su Wan participate in the battle, so they could get a share of the final rewards, which was the most favorable choice for the squad.

Moreover, he had already experienced the effects of Drunken Fist; that elusive, illusory, and yielding-to-overcome-the-hard fighting style had already left an impression in his mind.

He wouldn't be so passive next time he encountered a similar enemy.

"Go," Hu Jinsi said softly.

Inside the cabin, which had been silent, it became lively again with Su Wan's chanting.

Her voice was like flowing water in a mountain stream, clear and melodious, the melody echoing in the wooden house.

Cheng Fu, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground drinking, obviously noticed the movement of Su Wan not far away.

But as a projection, his intelligence was limited, and he could not judge what the purpose of this was.

He tilted his head, as if he had seen a strange butterfly, and did not make any reaction.

But opportunity waits for no one.

As Su Wan finished her chanting, the effect of [Crown of Madness] enveloped Cheng Fu's head.

Cheng Fu's expression instantly became crazy, like a truly insane drunkard, and the smile at the corner of his mouth became evil.

Clearly, Cheng Fu's Drunken Fist kung fu was not yet perfected.

He had not reached the state of "the spirit is drunk but the person is not," so Su Wan's [Crown of Madness] control effect was still effective on him.

If Drunken Fist were practiced to the ultimate state, where the spirit and will were even clearer in a drunken state, then control spells might have resistance.

But Cheng Fu was clearly not at that level yet.

Lin Rui and Hu Jinsi moved forward again, bringing Cheng Fu into their pincer attack.

Influenced by [Crown of Madness], the attacks Cheng Fu used now were no longer those misleading Drunken Fist attacks, but just an ordinary backhand swing, hitting Lin Rui's shield.

The force was still there, but the rhythm and variations were all gone, like a drunk person waving wildly.

At this point, the overall situation was basically decided.

In the middle, Cheng Fu forcibly broke free from Su Wan's [Crown of Madness] control with his own will.

His eyes suddenly regained clarity, his body shook, and the invisible spiritual shackles were broken.

The moment he broke free, he used a close-quarters technique to force himself away from his original position, lay on the ground, and then directly launched [Yellow Dragon Kick], his body springing up from the ground, his toes pointing straight at Lin Rui's face, trying to force Lin Rui to dodge from his current position.

But after fighting the first three bosses, the three were well prepared for various countermeasures.

Facing Cheng Fu's [Yellow Dragon Kick], Lin Rui raised his shield and did not retreat but advanced, using [Charge] to directly and forcefully withstand Cheng Fu's attack.

The edge of the shield hit Cheng Fu's thigh, knocking him back to the ground.

Cheng Fu tried to get up and counterattack again, but obviously, he no longer had the time.

Su Wan's next [Crown of Madness] followed and fell on him.

Cheng Fu lost control of his body again, his muscles stiffened, and his half-raised posture was frozen in place.

...

The final blow was delivered by Hu Jinsi himself.

As a respectable martial artist, the three of them obviously did not torture him too much.

Lin Rui put away his shield, and Su Wan stopped chanting.

Hu Jinsi walked up, raised his ironwood iron-wrapped staff, and knocked on the top of Cheng Fu's head with a simple strike.

Cheng Fu's body swayed, and then he fell to the ground.

After ending the battle, Hu Jinsi sat down on the floor of the wooden house.

Although the battle process was not very long, he had been fighting Cheng Fu with all his concentration for the first minute.

It might not have been very intense, but this was the first time Hu Jinsi had faced this type of martial artist boss alone.

During the battle, he also discovered his lack of systematic moves.

His skills were scattered and pieced together, lacking that kind of complete martial arts system, fighting like a scattered mess, lacking coherence.

But currently, there were not many ways to solve it.

His current class did not possess that kind of complete set of class skills; [Flurry of Blows] was already the Monk's smoothest attack.

In the previous life's game, although Azeroth's Monks had some combo routines, they were far from the systematic feel of traditional martial arts.

Later, he could only hope to obtain a complete set of moves like Cheng Fu's through drops or new class skills.

A few minutes later, Cheng Fu's corpse turned into light spots and disappeared.

Left in place were the wine gourd from his waist and a book.

The wine gourd fell to the ground with a muffled sound, its wooden surface gleaming with a warm luster.

The book was laid open, the edges of the yellow paper slightly curled.

Hu Jinsi first picked up the gourd and checked its attributes.

[Drunken Immortal Gourd]

[Type: Curious Object / Upgradeable]

[Capacity: This gourd can hold up to 30 liters of liquid inside.]

[Chemical Storage: The gourd will remember the attributes of the last ordinary liquid poured into it (such as water, fruit juice, wine, milk, etc.). Thereafter, no matter what kind of non-magical liquid you add to the gourd, the newly added liquid will be assimilated into the previously recorded liquid type and flavor within 1 minute.

This process is irreversible and cannot assimilate any liquid with magical attributes or extraordinary power (such as holy water, potions, poisons, etc.). If the gourd is completely emptied and the inside is cleaned, the assimilation record is reset, and the next liquid poured in will become the new assimilation benchmark.]

[Upgrade Condition: The gourd can store the memory of 100 different types of drinkable liquids, and each liquid must be kept in the gourd for at least 10 hours to be recorded. When all 100 types are collected, the gourd will permanently advance and unlock new traits.]

[Item Description: A huge brown old gourd, the surface rubbed warm and shiny, tied with a faded red rope. The mouth of the gourd is plugged with a wooden stopper, vaguely revealing a mellow wine aroma. It looks ordinary, but the inside is expanded by some ancient space-shrinking array, far from as narrow as it looks from the outside.]

"Infinite beverage machine?" Lin Rui leaned over and commented after looking at the gourd's attributes.

His tone was very flat, but a trace of curiosity flashed in his eyes.

Hearing Lin Rui's words, Su Wan also hurried over to check.

After reading the attributes, she looked as if she had seen a rare treasure, and without saying a word, she grabbed the gourd into her own hands and claimed it as her own.

She held the gourd in her arms as if holding some rare treasure, and then said with a serious face: "You two are silly! With this gourd, the drinks we get in this dungeon, as long as we keep some samples, we can drink them forever. We can also rotate different flavors every day. I feel this gourd is our biggest harvest this semester! With this gourd in my hands, I can use it for a lifetime!"

Although they didn't know what the correct usage of this gourd was, it was clear that the plan proposed by Su Wan was also a very good solution for the three members of the squad.

Using it as a container for all kinds of drinks that you can never finish drinking could be considered making the best use of it.

At least it was worthy of this difficulty boss drop.

Hu Jinsi and Lin Rui looked at each other, then shrugged, and did not fight with Su Wan.

Anyway, it was most suitable for her to hold, as girls generally like these drinks more.

As for the book, neither Lin Rui nor Su Wan paid much attention to it.

Because the drop rules of the dungeon had long been figured out by everyone; if it were a skill, it would definitely drop in the form of a skill stone.

Such books were generally knowledge-based items, and not the kind of knowledge that you learn just by slapping it on your body; it was the kind of knowledge that you needed to read and understand yourself to learn.

Clearly, the three members of the squad were not scholars, and they didn't hold much hope for this item.

Seeing that neither of them cared, Hu Jinsi picked up the remaining book.

He patted the dust off the cover and opened the first page to take a look.

It was indeed an ordinary book.

[Drunken Fist Manual · Autographed Diagram by Cheng Fu]

[Type: Book]

[Item Description: A thread-bound booklet with a worn cover, the yellow paper edges slightly curled and yellowed, the cover inscribed with the three characters "Drunken Fist Manual" in faded vermilion, with a small note in the corner: "Annotated by Cheng Fu." The inner pages are filled with detailed diagrams of a drunkard's movements, such as falling, lunging, rolling, flipping, drinking while lying on the back, spinning kicks, etc., with cursive comments in the margins at key points — "Get drunk first then wake up here, don't be truly drunk," "Pour wine into the throat then kick, only then will there be soft strength." Non-martial artists reading it will just treat it as a picture book of Jianghu acrobatics; martial artists reading it carefully can use it as a reference for practice, but they can never master the moves just by relying on this book; kung fu ultimately has to be learned by using one's body to fall, to take hits, and to get drunk.]

Hu Jinsi shared the attributes of this book with the two.

Both of them waved their hands after seeing it, indicating they didn't care at all.

Lin Rui said: "You keep it as a picture book."

Su Wan hugged the gourd, not even raising her head: "You keep it yourself, as a souvenir."

Seeing this, Hu Jinsi had no choice but to take the book back and stuff it into his backpack.

But when Hu Jinsi got the book back, he found that there was an extra line of small text on the book's attributes that only he could see.

"Detected Drunken Fist-related martial arts diagrams. When the holder chooses a new Monk school, they can use this item as a cost to specify Drunken Fist or related schools from other diverse worlds."

Hu Jinsi's hand paused.

He looked at Lin Rui and Su Wan calmly; the two were discussing what drink to pour into the gourd first and did not notice his abnormality.

He quickly stuffed the book back into the depths of his backpack, his movements as natural as if nothing had happened.

Then he stood up, patted the dust off his pants, and joined their conversation.

"Let's pour milk tea with silk stockings first," he said, "That flavor is the most complex; it's the most cost-effective after assimilation."