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

Seeing the perfect quality al, Liu Zheng wasn’t happy at all.

First of all, it’s because the Legendary Takeout Box can currently only replicate excellent quality als, so he can’t take advantage of it.

Secondly, the high quality of the al ans that the delivery difficulty for this order is off the charts.

Should I let Niu Ma deliver it?

The thought flashed briefly in Liu Zheng’s mind.

The wedding is just around the corner, it’s better to let Niu Ma stay quietly in the lounge. Breaking a hoof or horn as the groom would be unsightly.

He placed the al box into the Legendary Takeout Box and resolutely stepped into the delivery passage.

Leaving the restaurant, Liu Zheng drove straight to the Primordial Tai Chi Sect.

The martial arts school was open, and he walked right in.

An average-sized middle-aged man was practicing martial arts in the courtyard, his moves disciplined yet energetic, looking quite impressive.

"Hello, Master Ma."

Liu Zheng greeted him.

Without having to ask, it was clear that this was Ma Baoli’s father, Ma Fuguo.

"You must be Young Hero Liu, truly a talented young man. I’m grateful for saving my life. I, Mr. Ma, thank you deeply."

Ma Fuguo stopped his moves and clasped his fists in a gesture of gratitude toward Liu Zheng.

"No need to thank , I was rely fulfilling your daughter’s request."

Liu Zheng replied.

"Oh, right. Lili, Young Hero Liu is here, co out and host him."

Ma Fuguo called towards the main hall, his voice booming like a bell.

"Master Ma seems to be recovering well."

Liu Zheng raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, Master Bai said that my condition is a ntal illness, the more I understand, the faster I can recover. Actually, there’s nothing I can’t understand, although my martial arts are fake, my daughter’s skills are real, and the martial arts of our Primordial Tai Chi Sect are also real. It’s just that the threshold is too high, ordinary people can’t even master the basic forms, let alone the substance. This is a problem with the practitioners, not the martial arts itself."

Ma Fuguo remarked with emotion.

"As expected of an elder, your wisdom and open-mindedness are admirable."

Liu Zheng praised him.

While they talked, Ma Baoli erged with a small box.

"Here, inside are the secret martial arts manuals of our Primordial Tai Chi Sect."

She handed the box to Liu Zheng.

Liu Zheng opened the box, finding four thread-bound ancient books inside.

From thickest to thinnest, they were the "Primordial Form Intention Tai Chi Scripture," "Yin Yang Three Body Stance thod," "Innate Fetal Breath Qi Gong," and "Breaking Blade Infinite Thirteen Blades."

Item descriptions popped up simultaneously, but he didn’t click on any of them.

"If you give all of these to , what about yourselves?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"I’ve already copied an instance of them myself, checked them many tis, there shouldn’t be any mistakes."

Ma Baoli replied.

"Great kindness need not be thanked; if either of you ever need anything, just let know."

He stated solemnly.

For a martial arts sect, the importance of secret martial arts manuals goes without saying, and for Ma Baoli to give them all to him shows a profound level of trust and generosity.

"Young Hero Liu has not only cured but has also taken great care of my daughter and promised to help revive the prestige of our martial arts school. This gratitude I have no way to repay, so a few martial arts manuals, if they can help, it is my honor. Why should you thank , Young Hero Liu?"

Ma Fuguo said sincerely.

"Elder Ma is truly open-hearted and magnanimous, I am in awe."

Liu Zheng clasped his fists in respect.

Although Ma Fuguo’s martial arts were fake, his deanor and actions indeed showed the air of a true master, no wonder people at the martial arts exchange were willing to keep his secret.

"If they turn out useless, you must return them. If you want to learn, just tell , I’ll teach you. Practicing on your own is more prone to mistakes."

Ma Baoli warned.

"Rest assured, if they prove useless I will return them in their original state without even peeking."

Liu Zheng assured solemnly.

Even though it was up to him to decide whether they were used or not, his reputation was worth far more than four skill sets.

"Can’t I go with you? If the person likes secret martial arts manuals, he must also enjoy martial arts duels, right?"

Ma Baoli said, unwilling to give up.

"That’s truly not possible. The person is Timor Layman, known as ’First in the Battle of 60 Billion Nuns,’ and he has a fiery temperant. You’re still young, and you injured your foundation last ti while accepting a delivery, you definitely can’t beat him."

Liu Zheng stated frankly.

"Timor Layman, to think it is him."

Ma Fuguo exclaid in surprise.

"Elder Ma knows him?"

"I don’t know him personally. But I’ve heard of him, they say he’s a once-in-a-millennium martial arts prodigy, and he was already famous in the tropolis Martial Arts when he was still in the taverse. After he defected from the Buddhist Sect and ca to reality, many martial arts experts challenged him, but all were defeated by him."

Ma Fuguo recalled.

"Did he kill anyone?"

Liu Zheng asked the critical question.

"So died, so survived, but as for the details, I don’t know."

Ma Fuguo replied.

"Do you know anyone who has fought him before?"

He asked again.

"Shafully, I don’t know anyone."

Ma Fuguo shook his head.

"It’s okay, you’ve already helped a lot."

Liu Zheng comforted.

The fact that so survived indicates that Timor Layman isn’t overly murderous, and there could be room for negotiation.

"Ti is tight, I’ll take my leave now. Once I’m done, I’ll co visit you."

He bowed to Ma Fuguo with clasped fists.

"Hmm?"

Ma Baoli was dissatisfied.

"And you."

Liu Zheng added to her.

"Hmph, not very sincere."

Ma Baoli muttered.

"Infinite Heavenly Venerable."

He chuckled, taking out a preservation box from the Qiankun Ring.

"Unlucky Coffee’s drinks and desserts, is this sincere enough?"

Liu Zheng raised an eyebrow.

"Well, maybe a little bit."

Ma Baoli’s lips curled slightly.