Chapter 145: Three Martial Arts Techniques

Yes, Chen Bo now completely believed that this disheveled old man was Yu Shifei’s so-called master. After all, such a monstrously powerful figure would not be so bored as to mess with a little nobody like him, right?

As for why Chen Bo only knelt on one leg instead of both, it was not because he had a strong backbone, refusing to kneel to the heavens or the earth and only to his parents.

Rather, back on Earth, Chen Bo had never even knelt during ancestral worship, as kneeling kowtows were rarely practiced these days.

Therefore, Chen Bo was not very accustomed to dropping to both knees, always feeling that kneeling on both feet was quite strange. Thus, he settled for the next best option and chose to kneel on one knee. Besides, single-knee kneeling somehow had a rather chūnibyō style to it, which suited him quite well.

"Humph!" Seeing that Chen Bo finally acknowledged him as his master, the disheveled old man nodded in satisfaction and said, "Wouldn't it have been better if you had done this sooner? Since you have entered my sect, there are some things you need to know."

The old man’s words left Chen Bo stunned. Usually, shouldn't taking a master involve serving tea and paying respects to the sect's founding patriarchs? How come all of these rituals were completely absent here? Was there something fishy about such a sloppy arrangement? He remembered that things were not portrayed this way on television at all!

However, what on earth was the information he was supposed to know?

Just as Chen Bo was consumed by curiosity, the disheveled old man stated, "My original name... never mind, knowing it now is of no use to you. You can call me Master from now on. Your grandfather and I once shared a deep friendship."

"Back then, your grandfather was a cultivator not a whit weaker than myself. We were quite renowned in the Great Ning Empire. But due to certain reasons, we offended some repulsive people. Your grandfather and I chose to live in seclusion."

"You don't need to know much about the rest. Oh, right, although I cannot tell you my real name for the time being, your master can tell you my moniker: Fire Origin."

Looking at this sudden cheap master, whose every word reeked of effortless pretense, Chen Bo felt somewhat speechless.

Was there really a need to be this secretive? Damn it, he refused to even reveal his name and instead gave some weird nickname—was it really that shameful to show his face?

Fire Origin? Why did this moniker sound so similar to those Daoist child attendants in novels?

Chen Bo quickly conjured up an image of Fire Origin’s messy face slapped onto the body of a little brat wearing a Daoist robe.

Just thinking about it was utterly hilarious; Chen Bo almost burst out laughing on the spot.

There was no help for it; the mental image was too absurd, and he had to exert a great deal of effort to keep from laughing out loud.

Seeing his newly accepted disciple wearing an expression that hovered between wanting to laugh and not daring to, Fire Origin found it extremely peculiar.

Although he possessed immense strength and had lived long enough to be quite adept at reading people's expressions, he did not possess a cheat-like skill such as mind-reading. Therefore, while he knew Chen Bo was likely not thinking anything good, he had no idea what the youth was actually plotting.

If he ever found out what was going on in Chen Bo's mind at this moment, the consequences for Chen Bo would likely be disastrous.

"Disciple, what are you smiling at?" Fire Origin asked with a stern expression. Yet, coupled with his current appearance, whatever imposing aura he tried to project was instantly neutralized by his bizarre attire.

This styling, which made him look even more unkempt than the famous Brother Sharp, was truly too advanced. Next year's fashion week definitely needed this exact look, hahaha!

Chen Bo roared with laughter internally. Lost in his wild imagination, he failed to notice the expression of his new cheap master, which was growing darker and darker.

"Disciple, I have matters to attend to, so I will teach you a few martial arts techniques right here. You should practice them for the time being. Right, take this token. With this token, you are truly my disciple!" With that, he fished out an ancient-looking bronze token and handed it to Chen Bo.

Chen Bo took it, feeling that its weight was quite decent, and its texture seemed rather rare.

He squeezed it hard and felt that it was quite solid—clearly not some cheap piece of junk.

Moreover, the token was at least the size of his palm. No matter what, he could repurpose it and use it as a heart-protecting mirror plate! Yes! That's what he would do!

Thinking along these lines, Chen Bo couldn't help but mentally award his own intelligence a thumbs-up. However, this could absolutely not be spoken aloud, otherwise, if this newly acquired cheap master overheard him, it would be catastrophic!

Capable of teaching a demoness-level figure like Yu Shifei, his master was definitely no pushover; it was better to provoke him as little as possible.

Next, Fire Origin pulled out several seemingly ancient manuals of martial arts from somewhere unknown and handed them over. Chen Bo naturally accepted them all without hesitation.

*Divine Fire Great Demon Fist*, *Blazing Fire Slash*, *Golden Crow Divine Claw Technique*.

These were the names of the three martial arts techniques, all sounding rather grandiose and invariably related to fire.

It seemed his cheap master’s nickname, Fire Origin, was also related to fire. And his other disciple, Yu Shifei, was an artifact-refining genius who also possessed some attainment in alchemy and could even deploy arrays!

In short, everyone was tied to fire. Didn't they know that playing with fire too much would lead to getting burned? Furthermore, they were setting a bad example for young children—what if viewers watched the livestream and started playing with fire?

Well, actually, Chen Bo was just idly and mindlessly complaining out of sheer boredom. Anyway, Chen Bo figured these items were practically useless.

Because of the System, he could only learn martial arts provided by the System or those adapted by Earth later on.

As for the native local specialties of the Barren Continent, they were a case of "cultural incompatibility" for Chen Bo, rendering him unable to practice them even if they were given to him.

The only reason he said "practically" useless was that they still held a tiny bit of utility—for instance, if he sold these martial arts manuals, he could definitely make a huge fortune in primal stones!

Of course, judging by the look on his cheap master's face, Chen Bo knew that if he really dared to sell these three manuals, tomorrow would literally be the anniversary of his death.

Chen Bo stowed the martial arts manuals into the System space and then said respectfully, "Many thanks, Master!"

"Mm! You must cultivate with all your heart. In a few days, I will return to check on your cultivation progress. Oh, right, if you encounter any problems, you can ask your Senior Sister. She has also studied these few martial arts techniques and mastered them very well. You should seek her guidance often," Fire Origin instructed.

"Yes, Master," Chen Bo replied with a joyful expression on his face, looking as delighted as could be.

In reality, he was groaning inwardly. He had no way whatsoever of practicing the native martial arts and cultivation methods of the Barren Continent. What was he going to do when his cheap master came back to check on his progress in a few days? It felt rather difficult to muddle through!

"For some reason, seeing the streamer's bewildered expression instantly puts me in a good mood."

"Hahahaha! Streamer bro, my *Nine Yang True Scripture* has already generated Nine Yang True Qi! I feel like I could punch a bull to death right now!"

"To the person above, you can't punch it to death. Today I saw a rampaging bull that was a full five meters tall—you can go try whether you can kill it."

"Uh... pretend I said nothing."