Fantasy: My Martial Arts Pavilion Can Deduce the Skills by Itself

"Yu'er, our Zhao family will be in your hands from now on. Don't let us live up to everyone's expectations." Zhao Yu, who had just traveled to the fantasy world, took over the patriarchal seal of the Zhao family with a look of confusion. Zhao Yi asked Zhao Yu with a solemn expression. After handing over the seal, Zhao Yi's expression suddenly relaxed, showing an expression of relief. He smiled and greeted the people who came to attend the clan leader's succession ceremony to disperse. He himself went out in a hurry without knowing what he was doing. A breeze blew by, and the plaque in the ancestral hall behind him creaked, looking crumbling. Zhao Yu turned his head and looked at the plaque above his head speechlessly, feeling that he had no bright future after taking over such a family. "Huh, luckily I have a system. Even if you are all useless, I can still tailor-made exercises for you, so that you can turn into wax, cough cough cough, and shine. If you practice, I will become stronger." Thinking of this, Zhao Yu's childish face showed a happy smile. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.