Chapter 542: Only I Have the Unique Method Chapter 542 Channel Tonnage (2)

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Xi Rong and Xi Tan went to Xima Market as usual, and after getting two packages, they returned.

When they were about to reach Silver Forest Skin Divine Art Knight's door, Xi Rong suddenly gave a bitter smile and said, "Two big black packages, who would have thought they could cost millions? Truly absurd!"

Hearing this, Xi Tan also felt a pang of pain and said, "Why not, let's look for other Divine Art Knights?"

"Do you think Divine Art Knights are common cabbage? Divine Art Knights who love drinking are as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns, otherwise..." Xi Rong shook his head hard.

Xi Tan actually knew this too, he just couldn't hold back in front of his father.

After talking for a round, the resentment in their hearts lessened, and only then did they go to the gymnasium.

They hadn't noticed when coming over, but by the time they reached the door, they saw the Martial Arts Hall students guarding it, and were greatly alarmed.

They not only carried contraband, but were obviously going there to give gifts.

If anyone investigated a bit deeper, they would surely detect their plot to seek out a Divine Art Knight...

It was too late to retreat, Xi Rong calmed himself and said, "Act normal."

Xi Tan only had time to nod before they reached the questioning distance.

"Are you students?" The student on guard didn't care, and seemed to have no intention of checking.

Xi Rong relaxed a bit and smiled, "We want to enter the gymnasium to visit."

He took out the Inspection Team Certificate. This thing had some privileges, such as free vehicle usage and identity proof, and its most important point was the pass.

The Martial Arts Hall student was a bit surprised, but still opened the fence and smiled, "You're lucky, there's a match today."

The gymnasium wasn't a place with special guards. No one thought they would go bribe a Divine Art Knight.

Xi Rong walked 200 meters at a normal pace before daring to exhale heavily.

Pushing open the gymnasium door, a stench of sweat came out, Xi Tan covered his mouth and nose, and only then saw two teams running inside the venue.

One team was a basketball team made up of native Knights, the other was Martial Arts Hall students, Silver Forest Skin floated high above, looking more like a tennis referee than a basketball referee.

Xi Tan walked openly to the Martial Arts Hall students' side and asked with a smile, "Is this a match organized by the Martial Arts Hall?"

The student being asked was only seventeen or eighteen, and said "yes" without any vigilance at all.

"Are the natives' constitutions not very powerful? Can they win?"

"Matches below Combat Skill Level 8, those above Combat Level 5 are not allowed to participate." The Martial Arts Hall student finished speaking and asked, "Are you Outer Hall Students? You don't even know this?"

Xi Tan's tone paused, thinking in his heart "You're really not polite," but said aloud, "We are from the Inspection Team, what do you mean by Outer Hall Student?"

"The Martial Arts Halls on the West Continent are called Outer Halls. They recruit some technical Staff Members to enter, and still start teaching from Body Technique."

"So you think we look like Outer Hall Students?" Xi Tan laughed hehe.

After all, he was a person who had been a Major General; in certain necessary situations, as long as he put aside his bureaucratic airs, the Xi father and son still possessed considerable personal charm.

This kind of thing, placed in a strange scene, easily made people feel goodwill, and Xi Tan's smile immediately made the other person smile too.

Xi Rong asked vaguely, "The Combat Skill you speak of, is it like Divine Art Knights?"

"Weaker than Divine Art Knights."

"Do you have to become a Combat Knight before becoming a Divine Art Knight?" Xi Tan was overjoyed.

This was a key question; if it could be solved immediately, it could at least save a large sum of money, and also point out the direction for the future.

Whether "yes" or "no" could let them temporarily escape.

However, the young Martial Arts Hall student thought for a moment, but said, "I don't know how to become a Divine Art Knight either, it seems not directly cultivated."

The instructors at the Outer Hall were mostly Combat Knights waiting for sacrifice; they were either Combat Skill Level 8 or Combat Skill Level 9, basically having reached the limit of body cultivation, and to become Divine Art Knights, they relied on Faith Power. So, when Outer Hall instructors occasionally mentioned Divine Art Knights, they wouldn't explain the necessity of body cultivation in detail, but enviously spoke of their Faith Power and described the ritual process.

The students listened with only a half-understanding, only knowing that Divine Art Knights were not produced by cultivation, but didn't know the specific circumstances.

To some extent, students who had stayed at the Martial Arts Hall for a long time actually had less information than the Xi father and son had gathered in half a month.

There were so many Divine Art Knights on the West Continent, with different tempers and natures; for Xi Rong to uniquely find a Divine Art Knight who often appeared in a fixed area was not easy, and to find Silver Forest Skin, who liked wine and was easily dizzy, was simply incredible luck.

Ordinary students wouldn't specially seek out information; core news was completely unknown to them.

So the Xi father and son had no choice but to obediently wait at the side of the field, like little eagles waiting to be fed.

The match on the field continued.

The basketball match with overflowing battle qi often saw scenes of jumping seven or eight meters; the basketball hoops, made of refined steel with iron rails as beams, occasionally made "bang bang bang" dunking sounds.

In Xi Tan's view, this was a match more performative than the NBA All-Star Game, almost no defense in the offense, wanton jumping and violent dunks...

No wonder so many students watched with relish.

Finally, halftime break came; Xi Rong without stopping picked up a cup of tea and delivered it to Silver Forest Skin's hand, putting on a thick face and saying, "The second brew of Longjing Tea Tea Tea, exactly the time when it tastes best."

"Oh, it's you." The Divine Art Knight Sir didn't like remembering names, picked up the tea water and drank it all in one go.

Xi Rong offered a second cup of tea, smiling and saying, "Still the second brew. I brought beer and champagne, both carbonated."

Such enthusiastic service made Silver Forest Skin nostalgic for his hometown days, and he happily said, "Good, after the match ends, let's drink together."

Xi Rong thought in his heart, I can't bear to drink such expensive beer and champagne; one kilogram is nearly 20,000, and a bottle of wine adds another 10,000 in shipping fees!

Xi Tan also felt the pain watching, but dared not make a sound.

The second half, for him, went especially slowly.

Finally, the match ended, but it was the Wuguan System students with better technique who won; Silver Forest Skin collected money along the side of the field in a circle, and in no time, he held a handful of Gold Bonds.

"What is this for?" Xi Tan hurriedly asked the student beside him.

"The Divine Art Knight Sir likes bets." The latter finished speaking, also took out a hundred-yuan Gold Voucher, and placed it in Silver Forest Skin's hand.

Xi Rong was stunned for a while, and asked, "Does Silver Forest Skin Divine Art Knight like banknotes?"

"Who wouldn't like it?" the student scoffed. Are Combat Knights working at the Outer Hall all selfless martyrs? They have desires too, and needs to buy good equipment.

Xi Rong slapped his own head hard twice, and in his son's astonished gaze, said softly: "Just give him money and it's settled."

In an environment like the West Continent, giving money might actually be more convenient.

Xi Tan understood all at once, said softly "I'll go get it," dropped the bag, and ran out.

As dinner time approached, Xi Tan finally exchanged for a bag of Gold Bonds and returned to the stadium.

To get this money, he had made full use of his identity and the scams he'd learned over the years, and had thrown out favors by the handful.

Xi Rong took the opportunity to glance at it, then, while half-drunk from wine, placed the long bag on the table, smiling: "Divine Art Knight Sir, thank you for your care these past days, please continue to look after us."

The black bag, and Xi Rong's respectful demeanor, made Yin Senpi's eye corners curve downward as he said solemnly: "Mr. Xi Rong, are you going to die?"

"Ah?" Xi Rong couldn't straighten his waist.

"I've seen it on TV, it's always like this. When you Earthlings are about to die, you entrust your son to someone else, usually the protagonist in the story. Are you now trying to entrust Xi Tan to me?" Yin Senpi said extremely seriously.

Xi Tan almost laughed out, his face twitching, saying: "Divine Art Knight Sir, my father is perfectly fine, these..."

He patted the bag: "It's just to thank you."

But Xi Rong suddenly stood up, pressed down Xi Tan, and shouted: "Divine Art Knight Sir, you're right, I am actually about to die, and hope to entrust Xi Tan to you. Can you make him a Divine Art Knight?"

Xi Tan's twitching face began to relax.

"You haven't told him? Right, on TV, fathers generally don't tell their sons the news of their death." Yin Senpi said solemnly: "Alright, I'll take care of Xi Tan for you. But making him a Divine Art Knight is something I can't guarantee."

"As long as you do your best." Xi Rong wore a look of desolate bitterness.

Xi Tan felt it was absurd, thinking: I'm forty years old, what is there to take care of.

Of course, because of the Divine Art Knight, he didn't disrupt his father's sudden whim.

Xi Rong sighed softly, sat at the edge of the table, but heard Yin Senpi ask: "So, will Xi Tan call me father, or adoptive father?"

Xi Tan's face twisted instantly.

Xi Rong was extremely embarrassed, hurriedly saying: "Divine Art Knight Sir, this... can be left for you two to decide later."

"Oh, how long can you still live." Yin Senpi looked full of anticipation, eager to become the protagonist.

Xi Rong said unhappily: "I don't know, but I should be able to live for a period of time."

"Is that so?" Yin Senpi looked him up and down, finally deciding not to reveal the news that Chen Yi had the Divine Technique "Grace," otherwise he couldn't become the protagonist.

"Drink, drink." Xi Rong raised his cup, pouring the wine worth over ten thousand transportation fees per kilogram hard into his mouth.

Yin Senpi had no interest in drinking, curiously opened the bag, and fiddled with the Gold Bonds inside, saying: "Is this the money you're leaving for Xi Tan? Then I'll keep it for you."

If it were some bureaucrat speaking, Xi Rong would surely go along with it.

But Yin Senpi... he already had very little faith in this fellow's emotional intelligence.

Xi Rong coughed hard, saying as clearly as he could: "Divine Art Knight Sir, this money is for you. Our Xi Family still has more talent. So, all this money is given to you."

"Given to me?" Yin Senpi touched the banknote paper affectionately, sighing: "There are tens of millions inside, right?"

"18 million." Xi Tan knew the exact number. One advantage of Gold Bonds is that the face value is flexible; although they're all whole numbers, amounts of several million occasionally appear.

"Too much, I can't accept it." Yin Senpi answered as firmly as possible.

"As long as you're willing to cultivate Xi Tan, no matter how much money, our Xi Family is willing to give it, treating it as tuition."

"Tuition?" Yin Senpi's firm will weakened, thinking that back in the family, everyone also charged tuition.

He touched the banknotes again, finally making a decision: "Alright, I'll explain it to Mr. Chen Yi. If he agrees, I'll accept your tuition." (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to vote with Recommendation Tickets and Monthly Tickets on Qidian (qidian. com). Your support is my greatest motivation.)