Ning Chen frowned slightly.

To refine out that breath Tao Xiuwu spoke of, he had to take the Nine Yang Decoction for Nourishing the Source for ten years?

But it occurred to him at once that Tao Xiuwu's Nine Yang Decoction for Nourishing the Source was not the complete one, because he only had half the prescription.

And what he had been taking was the complete Nine Yang Decoction for Nourishing the Source.

He had taken both — the Nine Yang Decoction for Nourishing the Source boiled from half a prescription, and the decoction boiled from the complete one.

The complete prescription was dozens of times stronger in its effect than the half.

Perhaps he would not have to take it for ten years.

Whatever the case, the first thing was to get the breathing arts into his hands.

Ning Chen said with a smile, "Is the grandmaster doubting my natural gift?"

Tao Xiuwu said, "A gift for letters and a gift for the martial arts are two different things."

"Then what does the grandmaster make of my skill?"

Tao Xiuwu said, "A third-rate master, I suppose."

The corner of Ning Chen's mouth twitched. Goddammit... that is looking down on a man pretty hard.

"Grandmaster, half a year ago I was a frail boy without the strength to truss a chicken."

Tao Xiuwu was greatly startled.

Which was to say that in half a year Ning Chen had gone from a frail boy without the strength to truss a chicken to the skill he had now.

Ning Chen said with a smile, "To say it without any modesty, I have met quite a few masters of the jianghu... and every one of them says I am a martial genius of a kind that comes once in a hundred years."

"Grandmaster, I want to learn the breathing arts."

Tao Xiuwu shook his head and said, "Even if you are a martial genius, you have taken the Nine Yang Decoction for Nourishing the Source for only half a year."

Ning Chen's face was full of confidence. "If I am a genius, then…