The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human? Chapter 1419 - 848: Liu Zheng Becomes a Father

The sight of the perfectly prepared meal did not bring Liu Zheng any joy. This was due to two reasons: firstly, the Legendary Takeout Box could only replicate excellent quality meals at present, preventing him from exploiting its full potential. Secondly, the superior quality of the meal indicated an exceptionally challenging delivery ahead.

A fleeting thought crossed Liu Zheng’s mind: should he dispatch Niu Ma for this delivery? However, with the wedding fast approaching, it seemed wiser for Niu Ma to remain resting in the lounge, avoiding any potential injury to a hoof or horn that could mar his appearance as a groom.

With his decision made, Liu Zheng placed the meal box into the Legendary Takeout Box and resolutely stepped into the delivery passage.

Exiting the restaurant, Liu Zheng piloted his vehicle directly towards the Primordial Tai Chi Sect.

The martial arts school was open, and he entered without hesitation.

Inside the courtyard, a middle-aged man of average stature was diligently practicing martial arts. His movements were precise and imbued with a powerful energy, presenting an impressive display.

"Greetings, Master Ma," Liu Zheng offered.

There was no need for inquiry; it was evident that this gentleman was Ma Fuguo, the father of Ma Baoli.

"You must be Young Hero Liu, a truly remarkable young man. I am deeply indebted to you for saving my life. I, Mr. Ma, express my profound gratitude," Ma Fuguo declared, ceasing his practice and bowing respectfully to Liu Zheng with clasped fists.

"There is no need for thanks; I was merely acting on your daughter's request," Liu Zheng responded.

"Ah, indeed. Lili, Young Hero Liu has arrived. Please come out and attend to him," Ma Fuguo called towards the main hall, his voice resonating powerfully.

Liu Zheng raised an eyebrow. "Master Ma seems to be recovering quite well."

"Ah, Master Bai suggested my condition was a form of mental ailment, and that the more I understood, the quicker my recovery. In truth, there is little I do not comprehend. While my own martial arts may be superficial, my daughter's skills are genuine, as are the techniques of our Primordial Tai Chi Sect. The challenge lies in the formidable barrier to entry; ordinary individuals struggle to grasp even the fundamental forms, let alone the essence. This is a failing of the practitioners, not the martial arts themselves," Ma Fuguo explained with a touch of emotion.

"As expected of an Elder, your wisdom and magnanimity are truly admirable," Liu Zheng offered in praise.

As they conversed, Ma Baoli emerged from the hall, carrying a small box.

"Here, within this box are the secret martial arts manuals of our Primordial Tai Chi Sect," she said, presenting the box to Liu Zheng.

Liu Zheng opened the box, revealing four ancient, thread-bound books. From thickest to thinnest, they were titled: "Primordial Form Intention Tai Chi Scripture," "Yin Yang Three Body Stance Method," "Innate Fetal Breath Qi Gong," and "Breaking Blade Infinite Thirteen Blades." Item descriptions materialized before his eyes, though he refrained from inspecting them.

"If you bestow all of these upon me, what will become of your own inheritance?" Liu Zheng inquired.

"I have already made personal copies and verified them numerous times; there should be no errors," Ma Baoli assured him.

"Such immense kindness requires no thanks. Should either of you ever require assistance, do not hesitate to ask," Liu Zheng stated with solemnity.

The significance of secret martial arts manuals to a martial arts sect was undeniable. Ma Baoli's act of entrusting them all to him demonstrated a profound level of trust and generosity.

"Young Hero Liu has not only healed me but has also shown great care for my daughter and pledged to help restore the prestige of our martial arts school. I am overwhelmed by this gratitude and have no adequate means to repay it. If these martial arts manuals can be of assistance, it would be my honor. Why should you feel the need to thank me, Young Hero Liu?" Ma Fuguo expressed earnestly.

"Elder Ma, your open heart and generosity are truly worthy of awe and respect," Liu Zheng responded, clasping his fists in deference.

Despite Ma Fuguo's martial arts being illusory, his bearing and actions undoubtedly conveyed the presence of a true master. It was understandable why the participants at the martial arts exchange were willing to maintain his secret.

"If they prove to be of no use, you must return them. If you wish to learn, simply ask, and I will teach you. Self-study is more prone to error," Ma Baoli advised.

"Rest assured, should they prove useless, I will return them in their original condition, without even a glimpse," Liu Zheng solemnly promised.

While the ultimate decision of their utility rested with him, his reputation was infinitely more valuable than four sets of skills.

"May I accompany you? If the recipient appreciates secret martial arts manuals, surely they would also enjoy martial arts duels, would they not?" Ma Baoli asked, reluctant to let the opportunity pass.

"That is truly not feasible. The recipient is Timor Layman, renowned as the 'First in the Battle of 60 Billion Nuns,' and he possesses a volatile temper. You are still young, and your foundation was compromised during your last delivery. You are certainly no match for him," Liu Zheng stated with frankness.

Ma Fuguo exclaimed in surprise, "Timor Layman! To think it is him."

"Does Elder Ma know of him?"

"I don’t know him personally, but I’ve heard of him. They say he's a martial arts prodigy, truly one in a millennium. He was already renowned in the Metropolis Martial Arts scene during his time in the Metaverse. After he left the Buddhist Sect and entered the real world, numerous martial arts experts challenged him, yet all were vanquished."

Ma Fuguo recounted.

"Did he kill anyone?"

Liu Zheng posed the crucial question.

"Some perished; others survived. However, I’m unaware of the specific details."

Ma Fuguo responded.

"Do you happen to know anyone who has faced him in combat before?"

Liu Zheng inquired further.

"Regrettably, I do not know anyone."

Ma Fuguo shook his head.

"It’s quite alright; you've already been of great assistance."

Liu Zheng offered words of comfort.

The fact that some individuals managed to survive suggested that Timor Layman was not excessively bloodthirsty, leaving a potential opening for negotiation.

"Time is of the essence, so I must depart now. I shall pay you a visit once my affairs are concluded."

He offered a respectful bow to Ma Fuguo, clasping his fists together.

"Hmm?"

Ma Baoli expressed her displeasure.

"And to you as well."

Liu Zheng added, turning his attention to her.

"Hmph, your sincerity is rather lacking."

Ma Baoli grumbled softly.

"Infinite Heavenly Venerable."

He let out a chuckle, retrieving a preservation box from within his Qiankun Ring.

"Unlucky Coffee’s beverages and desserts. Is this sufficient to demonstrate my sincerity?"

Liu Zheng raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Well, perhaps a little."

A faint smile touched Ma Baoli’s lips.