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Zhao Feng arrived at the door, looked around, and after a moment, suddenly said, "Sixth Senior Brother, I know you've come. Please show yourself."
Xiao Wenbing was surprised. Although Zhao Feng's kung fu was very high, he clearly had no spiritual power. So how did he discover him?
However, since they've already called me by name, it would be unreasonable not to show up.
As soon as Xiao Wenbing arrived at the villa entrance, Zhao Feng personally opened the door for him and respectfully led him into the main hall.
Upon entering the main hall, Zhao Feng dismissed the others, knelt heavily before him, took out the jade bottle, and handed it back to Xiao Wenbing with both hands, saying, "I have committed a grave error, please punish me, Sixth Senior Brother."
"How did you know I was already here?" Xiao Wenbing asked instead of taking the jade bottle.
"The call just now was from the general manager of Crystal Palace. He said you weren't in the presidential suite on the 8th floor, so..."
Xiao Wenbing suddenly realized what was going on. He reached out and picked up the jade bottle with his fingers. Zhao Feng's body trembled slightly. Xiao Wenbing could clearly see the reluctance and pain in his eyes.
"Is that child your grandson?"
"yes."
Where are his parents?
"My younger brother's son and daughter-in-law tragically died in a plane crash, so he only has this one grandson left to depend on each other."
Is he in poor health?
Xiao Wenbing glanced outside. Through the glass window, the frail boy in the wheelchair, though bathed in sunlight, did not look healthy at all.
"Yes, he was born prematurely and has been weak since birth. Recently, he has been frequently ill, and the doctors said they can't do anything about it."
"Is there really no other way?"
“Yes…” Zhao Feng suddenly looked up, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.
"Foundation Pill?"
“Not bad.” Zhao Feng’s voice trembled slightly, and the old man’s eyes were full of pleading as he looked at Xiao Wenbing.
"You are the eldest disciple of the outer sect, why don't you ask your master for it?"
Zhao Feng gave a bitter laugh, his voice filled with a deep sense of helplessness and bitterness: "Just because I am an outer disciple, I cannot ask for it."
"The path of immortality is not a path of benevolence. If one cannot comprehend the energy and cultivate spiritual power, then one will never be able to enter the inner sect in one's entire life. As for the outer sect—they are not considered members of the immortal path. In the eyes of these accomplished immortals, we are nothing at all."
His voice was cold, and even contained a deep resentment.
Xiao Wenbing shivered and immediately thought of Lu Jun and Ming Mei.
When I first met them, they looked at me as if I were a high and mighty monarch looking down at his subjects.
Their gazes held no pity for humans; perhaps in their eyes, they were less than a small animal.
The way they looked at ordinary people gave Xiao Wenbing a very strange feeling, as if what they saw in their eyes was not human, but some kind of lowly creature.
Could this be the true essence of the path to immortality?
"The Foundation Establishment Pill is a treasure that Master obtained from the Spirit Medicine Valley by exchanging a secret talisman of our sect. Even among his five inner disciples, two of them were not fortunate enough to receive it. Yet you were immediately granted the Foundation Establishment Pill upon joining our sect. Such an honor is truly unique."
"I thought to myself, since you are so favored by Master, you might have the opportunity to obtain more elixirs in the future, so... so..."
Xiao Wenbing tossed the jade bottle in his hand and asked softly, "Can the Foundation Establishment Pill cure his illness?"
Zhao Feng suddenly looked up and said in a trembling voice, "Little Sun is just extremely weak. If he can take a Foundation Building Pill, he can make up for it all."
Xiao Wenbing smiled and tossed the jade bottle in his hand into his arms.
Zhao Feng dared not be so presumptuous. He carefully accepted it and said in a low voice, "Sixth Senior Brother, thank you very much."
"Why thank me?" Xiao Wenbing winked at him and smiled, "I just gave the little kid a small chocolate bean."
Volume One: Farewell to the Mortal World, Chapter Fifteen: Hotel Conflict
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Leaving the Zhao family's private residence, Xiao Wenbing strolled along. He was deeply moved by what Zhao Feng had said.
Although he only secluded himself in the quiet room for a month, he deeply experienced the supreme state of leaving no trace of anything.
According to scientific theory, if a person is locked alone in a sealed space with no one else around, it will not be long before he goes insane and becomes a complete madman.
However, during that month, Xiao Wenbing not only suffered no mental damage, but also felt that he had not had enough.
The path to immortality is indeed a completely different extreme from the world of ordinary people.
Before Mingmei discovered that he possessed spiritual roots, they treated him no differently than pigs or dogs. They looked down on him with utter contempt.
However, once he discovered that Mingmei possessed spiritual roots, his attitude immediately made a complete 180-degree turn, and he even brought him into the mountain gate without permission.
The difference was only a moment, but his attitude was completely different.
Perhaps in their eyes, only those qualified to embark on the path of immortality can gain their favor and recognition. As for ordinary people like Zhao Feng, who have worked hard for them for thirty years, they are at best just relatively loyal dogs.
The path of immortality is indeed ruthless...
He had unknowingly turned several corners when he looked up and was startled. A strange feeling welled up inside him.
In front of him was a hotel, not the highest-star hotel in town. Coincidentally, this was the same hotel where Xiao Wenbing had stayed when he arrived.
She had originally wanted Zhao Feng to help her get the car, but since she was already there, she decided not to bother him.
Upon entering the shop, Xiao Wenbing suddenly remembered something and immediately felt extremely embarrassed. He had been in seclusion for a month, which meant he had disappeared without a trace for more than thirty days. When he left, he never imagined that his delay would last a full month, so he had only prepaid for a week's room.
The hotel manager probably thinks he's long gone by now.
Hoping for a lucky break, he went to the front desk and asked.
The receptionist wore a professional smile and said in a soft, pleasant voice, "Sir, please wait a moment while I check."
She skillfully operated the computer for a while, but then a look of extreme surprise appeared in her eyes, mixed with a hint of fear.
However, in just a moment, her face was filled with that unchanging professional smile again.
"Sir, would you please have a seat in the lobby bar for a moment? We are cleaning your room, and it will be ready for use shortly."
"Is that so?" Xiao Wenbing asked doubtfully, looking at the beautiful young lady with a hint of suspicion.
His spiritual power was already quite abundant, although he couldn't use it effectively because he didn't know any techniques for applying it. However, with the support of this powerful spiritual power, his senses and nerve responses were enhanced several times over.
He noticed the young woman's changing expression; there was something fishy going on.
However, his mindset is completely different now. If someone still has lingering feelings for him, he wouldn't mind giving them a profound lesson.
This is a kind of confidence, a strong confidence in one's own strength.
Sitting in the lobby bar, sipping the complimentary tea provided by the front desk, Xiao Wenbing waited idly.
After a moment, he suddenly felt several burning gazes fixed on him.
Looking up, I saw several burly men standing at the front desk, while the pretty young lady was pointing at them in her direction.
A tall, burly man, clearly the leader, strode over, sat down opposite Xiao Wenbing, and asked, "Mr. Xiao?"
"good."
As Xiao Wenbing recalled the old Taoist priest's demeanor, a graceful and unrestrained air naturally emanated from him, as if he were about to ride the wind away at any moment.
He didn't learn a single bit of the old Taoist's real skills, but he mastered the art of pretending to be a ghost perfectly.
The man opposite him, who had initially appeared aggressive, suddenly felt a sense of unease and surprise upon sitting down in front of Xiao Wenbing, sensing his refined and elegant demeanor.
After hesitating for a moment, he said in a low voice, "Mr. Xiao, we have something we'd like your cooperation on. Could we talk somewhere else?"
"Okay." Xiao Wenbing agreed immediately without even thinking.
His quick cooperation aroused suspicion from the other party. However, since Xiao Wenbing had agreed, he naturally stood up.
As soon as he left the hotel, several burly men suddenly approached from all sides and surrounded him.
Xiao Wenbing sneered. Although they were all burly and muscular, they were nothing in Xiao Wenbing's eyes.
Not to mention cultivators like Lu Jun and Ming Mei, even the fierce killing intent that Zhao Feng displayed within the mountain gate was a hundred times stronger than theirs.
Having seen the Five Sacred Mountains, one need not see other mountains; having witnessed the incredibly steep and towering peaks, how could one possibly notice these small mounds?
His internal spiritual energy began to circulate automatically, and his senses became increasingly acute. The men's movements seemed to slow down in that instant, and this strange change gave him boundless confidence.
He harbored a strange yet confident feeling, believing he could easily take them all down with a single punch. In his eyes, these people were less than three-year-old children.
A burly man reached out and pressed down on his shoulder, trying to force his hand behind his back.
However, he was horrified to discover that no matter how hard he tried, it was like a dragonfly trying to move a pillar; he couldn't budge the other person's arm an inch.
Seeing that things were not going well, the others were about to rush forward.
At this moment, Xiao Wenbing made a move.
With a slight exertion of his arm, he broke free from the other man's grasp, grabbed his wrist and pulled, causing the burly man to involuntarily rush forward.
Before he could react, a sharp pain shot through his lower abdomen, and his body flew up as if flying through the air before crashing heavily backward.
His two companions reacted quickly and caught him at the same time. However, a strong force came and all three of them fell backward at the same time, rolling on the ground like gourds.
Now that he had made a move, Xiao Wenbing naturally wouldn't hold back. Even if he caused any trouble, the Secret Talisman Sect would naturally back him up and smooth things over.
If you think Lu Jun and Ming Mei are afraid of some street thugs, you wouldn't believe it even if you chopped off Xiao Wenbing's head.
However, he underestimated his own strength at this moment, and his kick was surprisingly powerful.
The man who started the fight was foaming at the mouth, lying unconscious on the ground. The other two were also bruised and battered, unable to get up for a while.
Volume One: Farewell in the Mortal World, Chapter Sixteen: Misunderstanding