Chapter 1026: Chapter 1026

1026: Chapter 112: Never Say Goodbye 1026: Chapter 112: Never Say Goodbye Life is full of disappointments, eight or nine out of ten times.

With the holding of this festival, the elimination rate is also extremely cruel—eight or nine out of ten.

After all, this is only the preliminary screening.

There is no need to wager your life; even with repeated failures, as long as you get a ticket before everything ends, that’s enough.

“…Why are you following me?

The information trade has ended, hasn’t it?”

“Xiao Mu, this child, you seem to like her quite a bit, don’t you?”

Hearing this, Lu Ping’an’s face changed dramatically.

“No, I’m not, really not a criminal, I don’t want to go to jail!”

“…I’m serious, stop joking.”

With that, Old Qian showed a wry smile.

Although he was indeed “deceived” at first, this fellow didn’t even pretend later on, and naturally saw through what needed to be seen.

But Old Qian saw more.

Although he didn’t know who this imposter really was, he was definitely more trustworthy than the original Su Xi.

Some things are very hard to conceal, man’s daily “lawful stance,” or the way he looked at those two little girls….

“…Passing the preliminary round is actually not difficult, but after that, I can only sit in the audience seats.

Now, I have lost my will to fight….”

For other professions, aging and physical decline bring about weakening, and for Fighters who rely solely on physical strength, it’s practically a downfall.

Even more fatal is the weakened state bringing about “inability to continue training,” “stopping practical training and polishing”… in Old Qian’s words, losing the “fighting spirit” means no longer having the qualification to step on the stage of the God of Martial Fight.

For such a person, struggling into the second round is possible, but that would be a double humiliation to both the opponent and oneself….

“I hope, from now on, you can take care of my little girl during this festival.”

“Ha, what a joke, we are competitors.”

Facing such a troublesome request, Lu Ping’an naturally chose to refuse.

Want me to play nanny?

ugh, not even for more money!

“I have information on the second round; you aren’t actually competing against each other.

On the contrary, once you enter the second round, you will need her help.”

“…How did you manage to get that?”

“Of course, I have old acquaintances in the Martial God Church, and where there are people, there is Jianghu.”

“You tell me first, and after I listen, I’ll consider it….”

Lu Ping’an did not promise; this kind of request, equivalent to freeloading off information, he also directly said so.

“The second round is team battle; you need a teammate…” With this statement, Lu Ping’an already had an idea.

“Ha, why wouldn’t I find a powerful one.”

But at this, Lu Ping’an was even more amused.

The little girl was not weak, but clearly not brutal enough, and the upcoming battlefield might not be suitable for her.

“…As long as you ensure that Xiao Mu is safe and sound throughout this festival, I will give this to you.”

The old man pulled out a very worn thread-bound book.

The book was old, without a cover, filled inside with sloppy notes, obviously a handwritten copy.

And his gaze, full of heartache, seemed somewhat reluctant to let go.

“Lu Ping’an, promise him!

That’s the ‘Warrior’s Final Volume’!

It’s the ‘Awakener’s Legacy Volume’!”

“…It’s the Martial Monk version from the Taboo Library, a collection of a martial monk’s lifetime of experiences, which only martial monks of considerable level can write.

After writing, their strength will noticeably decline, and it is basically the legacy that old guys leave to their disciples.”

With that, Lu Ping’an understood.

It’s similar to a one-time ability of my “Library,” only without the “rules” and “Scholar Ability” reproduction.

It’s not like my “copy” which is more of a “stripping.” Mine only has “knowledge” and requires the Library to supplement the corresponding “content.” It’s more like a “pared-down accessory,” while this is a compressed version of the original, a martial monk’s lifetime of Purification.

Then, the gain from reading this book…

“Fine, for such sincerity.

Well, indeed, as long as there’s extra money involved, anything goes.

However, Lu Ping’an was somewhat perplexed; with Big Cat’s explanation, he knew the reward was too valuable…

Even a noob wielding this book, as long as they completely assimilated it, could attain three to four tenths of a Scholar’s ability.

What’s more, if it were a martial monk stuck at a bottleneck, they could borrow another person’s path to achieve their own breakthrough, which made its actual value incredibly high.

Although Old Qian himself estimated he had reached the upper limit of fourth-tier, if this book were truly put on the market, it could hire a seasoned Strongman of sixth-tier.

And, why don’t you simply let Xiao Mu use it herself…”

The old man looked at the book, his face full of reluctance.

In a certain sense, this was his coffin book.

“Although Xiao Mu is my adopted daughter, she’s actually my disciple too.

She has learned everything I know; giving it to her would actually limit her developmental potential…”

In the old man’s view, repetitive “martial arts” could actually limit the growth mindset of a talented Warrior.

The little one already knew almost everything in this book; studying it again would only limit her imagination.

She had far more potential than this old man who was stuck at fourth-tier for a lifetime…

“…All I could teach, I’ve taught her.

She doesn’t need this book; in fact, this book could become poison to her…”

This reason was quite good, but Lu Ping’an still had doubts, why he was chosen,

“Eyes, eyes can’t lie, especially those of the young.

The way you look at the two girls, that kind of heartfelt affection and tenderness…

you have a psychological age far beyond your appearance, you must have witnessed countless darkness in the world, yet you still cherish this…”

“Haha, ah yes yes, you’re right.”

Lu Ping’an was somewhat overwhelmed; it was all Big Cat’s fault!

Such a misunderstanding occurred!

“Really a misunderstanding…” Big Cat added cryptically.

The old man opposite Lu Ping’an was unaware of the emotional turmoil Lu was experiencing; he merely looked a bit regretful and helpless as he handed over the book.

He was confident in his judgment, or rather, his experiences made him confident in the person before him.

He glanced again at his little granddaughter, ready to leave directly.

He had faith in her; as long as she could successfully get through this rite and achieve the transformation and harvest, then she would be capable of standing on her own…

This was probably the best help he could offer.

Old Qian subconsciously touched his chest where, beneath his clothing, a “Person-faced Sore” was breathing slowly.

A professional’s career is doomed if it doesn’t advance; frozen in stagnation, he was destined to reach his end.

This inward collapse, with no way to be saved, had brought him to an unavoidable end for a professional.

Actually, Old Qian was very hesitant, but in reality, he had no choice left.

It was fortunate for him to find someone seemingly trustworthy at the last moment.

Lu Ping’an, lured by the “reward,” had no idea that when a reward’s value far exceeds the “service,” there could be hidden troubles waiting for him.

“…Maybe I should reconsider.”

But finally, seeing the man gleefully using “Tentacles” to yank people around and his granddaughter cheering with tiny fists, Old Qian struggled to maintain his composure.

“…Children will have their own fortune.”

But ultimately, he shook his head and disappeared into the shadows.

“…Momo, forgive grandpa for leaving without saying goodbye, grandpa won’t say farewell, because…”

Old Qian sighed; “Farewell” and such were too sorrowful and too difficult to voice.

So, he found himself a reason.

“…If I just disappear, rather than clearly die somewhere, then that man will probably treat Momo better, at least he’d have to guard against my possible retaliation.”

This old man’s commission wasn’t just about the rite…

With the overflow of reward, he hoped for an equally overflowing return, and from his observation, the man opposite wouldn’t let his Little Girl fend for herself.

Even a little attention or care would allow Xiao Mu to grow up more safely.

But watching the scene after the victory, how he used “Magical Vine” to toss the Little Girl high in the air, provoking her giggles, Old Qian felt like suffering a heart attack.

He couldn’t have misjudged the person, right?

Was this young special agent truly reliable?

Lu Ping’an did change his appearance with gear, but the toothbrush, towel, and so on he used were actually Xia Qin’s, also issued by the Special Service Team…

Some things he didn’t hide well enough, so it was natural for an old-hand to spot them.

And this “identity,” coupled with Lu Ping’an’s capacity clearly above the level of the Special Service Team, along with his own observations, earned Old Qian’s degree of trust.

However, now he was looking at his granddaughter dancing with the “Tentacles.”

“…Let’s wait and see.”

So the old man, who found his reason, hid in a corner, continuing to spy on his Little Girl.

The more he watched, the less he wanted to leave; the more he watched, the more he wanted to stay…