Chapter Eighty-Seven: Su Yu Fei's Invitation

  Zhao Yang shrugged and walked away, too lazy to continue arguing with her. Zhao Yang's disregard made Su Yuwei clench her small fists in anger, staring tightly at his back, gritting her teeth in frustration, wishing she could rush over and beat him up to vent her emotions.

  However, she also knew that she couldn't be Zhao Yang's opponent. Last time by the lake, it was clear that Zhao Yang was just teasing her and she couldn't get the better of him at all.

  As soon as Su Yu thought of the fight with Zhao Yang by the lake, she suddenly had an idea - why not bring this guy to the association? After all, she was now also one of the vice presidents of the 'Martial Arts Association', and it was her responsibility to expand the martial arts association. Moreover, although this guy was a bit despicable, his kung fu was indeed formidable, at least she couldn't see through his depth.

  Moreover, by pulling him into the association, there will be more opportunities to get a clearer understanding of his true nature later on, and also think of ways to avenge the 'humiliation' he caused that morning!

  "Hey, you, what's-your-name, want to join our martial arts club?"

  After saying half of it, Su Yuwei shouted again to enhance her persuasive power: "Everyone is a fellow traveler and can often get together to discuss and exchange ideas!"

  Zhao Yang was not going to bother with it, but the latter half of Su Yu Fei's sentence made his heart skip a beat, and he stopped in his tracks. After hesitating for a moment, he turned around and said to Su Yu Fei: "Let me think about this first, if I've thought it through, I'll contact you. Is your contact information on this flyer?"

  Seeing Zhao Yang seemed to have some intention, Su Yu Fei couldn't help but feel a little happy and hurriedly said: "Of course! If you've thought it through, you can come find us anytime using the contact information above."

  "Ah, okay!" Zhao Yang nodded and turned away.

  Su Yu Fei showed exceptional martial arts talent from a young age, earning her grandfather's favor in the family, making her the apple of Su family's eye. Her cousins couldn't compare to her, which also made her develop a proud and unyielding personality.

  However, she still admired those who were truly capable. But whenever she thought of that morning when Zhao Yang 'played' with her, she felt extremely resentful and angry to the point where her teeth itched.

  To be honest, if we can really get that guy to join the association, it would undoubtedly bring great benefits to the entire martial arts association. With his strength, as long as he is willing, just a few casual pointers would allow everyone in the association to benefit greatly, and she herself would also gain a lot.

  Su Yuwei tilted her head and thought for a while, and in her heart, the resentment towards Zhao Yang had faded by several points.

  "Who's that person? Do you know him?" A man suddenly walked over and asked beside me.

  Su Yu Fei glanced over and replied lightly: "Oh, he's a friend of mine."

  "Friend? How come I've never heard you mention having a friend like that before." The boy looked somewhat surprised, and his eyes also flickered with a hint of curiosity as he gazed at Zhao Yang's receding back.

  "Do I need to report to you who my friends are? How boring!" Su Yu Fei said in a bad mood, and directly walked to the other side to continue distributing flyers. It's clear that she wasn't interested in that guy at all.

  ……

  Zhao Yang took a look at the 'Martial Arts Association' flyer that Su Yuwei had just handed him, and then casually folded it up and put it in his pocket. As for the other flyers, he directly threw them into the trash can on the side of the road.

  He just told Su Yu Fei to consider it, mainly because Su Yu Fei's sentence "fellow traveler" touched him. Since crossing back into his own body, he had also considered whether there were still true "cultivators" like him on Earth.

  The path of Xiuzhen emphasizes "wealth and companionship", with wealth being the first priority. And ranked second is that word "companionship"!

  This "companion" is not just referring to a Daoist companion, but also refers to a fellow practitioner in cultivation, that is, the so-called "fellow traveler". A person's cultivation is ultimately lonely. If the entire world only had Zhao Yang as the only "cultivator", then for his own faith in cultivating the Dao would also be a huge suppression.

  It's just like the whole world is left with only you, without any other human existence. In this case, even if you are given all the wealth in the world, it would be meaningless.

  Although this metaphor is not so apt, without mutual encouragement, exchange, support, and even competition and struggle among fellow practitioners, it is difficult for one person to have the determination and great willpower to make rapid progress in their practice. Because the external environment is too comfortable, so comfortable that there is no wave, no competition, and no sense of crisis... Such an environment can easily make people feel relaxed and lazy without realizing it.

  This is not necessarily a good thing for cultivation.

  In the end, it is still the group's 'animal', even if it is a 'cultivator' or an 'immortal'. An 'immortal' is just a person with strong enough power to move mountains and seas, and communicate with heaven and earth.

  Zhao Yang was thinking of these things, so he had some interest and wanted to see if the martial arts club in this school could get in touch with more cultivators. Or through people like Su Yu Fei, those 'martial artists' who are backed by stronger powers or higher-level seniors, to see if they can explore some information about real cultivators...

  After all, Zhao Yang's understanding and information about the Earth, or to be more specific, the cultivators in China are really too little. Even if he hadn't met Su Yu Fei by the lake and learned about the internal martial art of Xingyiquan, he might not have been able to confirm whether there were truly skilled martial artists on this planet, let alone higher-level cultivators!

  These were just Zhao Yang's sudden ideas. However, as for how many people in the martial arts association are truly practicing martial arts, Zhao Yang didn't have much confidence. As for whether he could find any information about other 'cultivators', Zhao Yang was even less certain.

  All the way, Zhao Yang was thinking about this issue. Until he walked to the door of his house, he shook his head, "Forget it, after all, it's just a school club. This kind of club doesn't have any binding force, and joining is harmless. If you feel bored at that time, you can just not participate in those activities. No one can control yourself."

  Having figured this out, Zhao Yang had already made a decision.

  He pulled out the flyer from his pocket and looked at the two phone numbers printed on it, then Zhao Yang took out the key to unlock the door...

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