Chapter 101 I Hate Blondes

Su Hang got up before six and began to practice the Eight Desolates Dispersal in the courtyard.

He contained his aura within, slowed down his movements, and delved into the profundity within his body.

"So, you use these fancy moves to kill demonic monsters? Those monsters must be really weak," his father teased after getting out of bed and lighting a cigarette.

"Dad, you've been teaching me since I was young that if you don't understand something, don't pretend that you do. It's shameful to pretend to know something when you don't," Su Hang said.

Grandfather, with hands clasped behind his back, walked out of his room and glared at Su Chan sideways, saying, "He is a shameless man. What little Hang practices clearly resembles Tai Chi, and isn't Tai Chi capable of overcoming the enemy?"

"Congratulations on delivering a Spiritual Critical Hit to Su Chan, Violence Value +1!"

Su Hang couldn't help but chuckle to himself.