Chapter 15
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Chapter 15: My Dick Is Invincible!
The Iron Crotch Skill may not be an exceptional technique, but it still holds some value for Qiao Mu.
Indeed, the crotch region serves as one of the human body’s natural protection mechanisms.
Qiao Mu intended to practice the Iron Crotch Skill, which had nothing to do with Old Huang’s age and strength, but rather was meant for martial arts training and addressing vulnerabilities in the human body.
However, an issue arose immediately.
As it happened, Qiao Mu had limited funds available.
Moreover, his centurion’s salary hadn’t arrived yet, since he had only recently assumed the position.
While Qiao Mu possessed the Long Life Fist and Heavenly Demon Disintegration Method, these two secret techniques were gifts from Qiao Canxue and weren’t appropriate to exchange with others.
He was surprised when his subordinates quickly offered to share martial arts techniques with him.
After all, except for unusual organizations like the Wuji Association, typical martial artists were selective about sharing their skills, and even basic strength training methods weren’t readily shared with others.
“Old Huang, name your price for the Iron Crotch Skill, and I’ll purchase it once I receive my monthly centurion’s salary,” Qiao Mu said.
He refused to accept handouts, particularly from his subordinates, regardless of how recently they’d met.
To his surprise, Old Huang shook his head.
“What nonsense is the Boss talking about? Money was never an issue here.”
He smiled, displaying his yellowed teeth, and retrieved a thin book from his pocket to give to Qiao Mu:
“This Iron Crotch Skill is simply my gift to the Boss.”
Qiao Mu’s eyes narrowed, but he accepted the offering.
The nearby soldiers expressed their surprise.
“Since when did Old Huang become so generous?”
“The Iron Crotch Skill is at least a valuable protective technique, yet he’s freely giving it away?”
“Well well, has Old Huang finally gained wisdom in his old age?”
The soldiers whispered among themselves.
Old Huang was merely a common foot soldier, formerly a farmer before enlisting. Though he lacked skill in flattery, he had unexpectedly shown cleverness after the new centurion’s arrival.
Qiao Mu held the Iron Crotch Skill manual and nodded.
“Then I’ll offer something in return.”
“Here’s my proposal: during battle, you may follow behind me, and I’ll do my utmost to protect you.”
Old Huang expressed gratitude with a smile, though inwardly skeptical.
The Bald Monk Soldier nearby struggled to suppress his amusement.
The Yan City garrison’s primary duty involved maintaining order and guarding the city gates, with actual combat being rare.
Though Qiao Mu held the rank of centurion, he was still developing his strength. Ultimately, his physical capabilities wouldn’t greatly exceed those of a regular foot soldier in battle.
Such a promise might carry more weight coming from an experienced martial artist with developed internal strength.
Qiao Mu noticed the Bald Monk Soldier’s barely contained laughter and glanced his way.
This monk-turned-soldier, who had left his temple during a famine to survive as a soldier, possessed both height and muscular build.
Unlike other soldiers who learned basic combat moves, the Bald Monk Soldier had dedicated himself to martial arts training.
“Boss, please don’t misunderstand. My abilities are modest,” the Bald Monk Soldier quickly stated.
He showed no interest in teaching Qiao Mu his techniques, especially given Qiao Mu’s apparent unwillingness to compensate or make formal commitments.
Despite Qiao Mu’s rank as centurion, he couldn’t compel them to share their martial arts knowledge.
Furthermore, the Bald Monk Soldier believed their skill levels weren’t vastly different. Both were still developing their strength, and in actual combat, Qiao Mu might not outperform him.
While Qiao Mu held authority as their centurion, his martial prowess left something to be desired.
Qiao Mu turned to Old Huang, saying:
“Indeed, although I, Qiao Mu, always honor my words, mere promises seem insufficient.”
“Let me suggest this: we’ll rest today, and I’ll treat everyone to drinks.”
Though Qiao Mu lacked funds for martial arts instruction, he could certainly afford drinks.
The surrounding soldiers eagerly accepted their superior’s offer for drinks.
Soon after, they arrived at the Yunlai Restaurant in the inner city.
While not exceptionally luxurious – which suited Qiao Mu’s budget – the establishment featured decent decorations and a pleasant sandalwood fragrance.
The other soldiers appeared comfortable.
Old Huang, however, gazed around wide-eyed upon entering, resembling a peasant visiting a grand manor.
“Old Huang, you shouldn’t act so amazed by this modest restaurant, especially after years of military service,” the Bald Monk Soldier commented.
“You’re embarrassing the boss who invited us for drinks,” he added.
Old Huang responded with his characteristic grin.
Despite his years of service, he retained the demeanor of a rural farmer.
Qiao Mu surmised that supporting six children had likely depleted his savings, explaining his rare visits to such establishments. He resolved to ensure Old Huang enjoyed plenty of drinks, given his generosity with the Iron Crotch Skill.
After several drinks, Old Huang’s initial restraint dissolved.
“Regarding this Iron Crotch Skill… Boss, you should know I nearly had a seventh child,” Old Huang sighed between sips.
Qiao Mu was startled.
Clearly, Old Huang possessed remarkable reproductive ambitions! In modern times, he would surely receive recognition for his exceptional fertility.
Old Huang’s expression darkened at this point.
“Several months ago… about four or five months back, my wife became pregnant. I took her to the inner city for supplements, and we encountered the City Lord’s son…” Old Huang stared into his wine cup as he continued:
“One of his servants struck my wife’s belly, and we lost the child. My wife remained bedridden for nearly three months. She’s only recently begun moving about, though she remains weak…”
Old Huang abruptly stopped.
“Let’s set aside such gloomy matters, boss. Allow me to toast you.”
Their wine cups clinked together.
Though they’d just met, the alcohol loosened Old Huang’s tongue:
“Boss, this Iron Crotch Skill includes specific techniques. It was passed down from a relative who worked as a bodyguard.”
“The Iron Crotch Skill offers numerous remarkable applications. At its highest level, one can retract their private parts into their abdomen and control them like fingers…”
“In Yan City, my martial arts might not be noteworthy. But regarding the skill below my waist…”
Old Huang grinned, showing his yellowed teeth, and declared proudly:
“My dick is invincible!”
