Since no suspicious persons were found, and there were numerous potholes of varying sizes on the ground, a legend of a strange building was added to the city!
In a luxurious villa, a figure nimbly flipped into the yard, nimbly vaulted over the second floor, entered through a glass window, dragged his injured body, came to the mirror, and slowly removed his disguise.
It was Wang Cheng!
Wang Cheng's body was now broken and mangled like a tattered rag doll; any movement would aggravate his wounds, and dust would stick to them.
But unlike a pampered rich kid, he didn't yell or shout. His eyes burned with a fierce fire as he muttered to himself, "Is this what battle feels like? It's so exciting! Money, women, status—compared to this exhilarating battle, everything is insignificant. My king, I look forward to our next battle!"
Wang Cheng filled the tub with hot water, took off his clothes, and went inside. The hot water irritated his wound, causing blood to flow out and stain the tub red.
"The Martial God's Manual! The essence of martial arts lies in intention, followed by form, and finally, technique!"
Wang Cheng closed his eyes, and countless figures began to act out martial arts scenes in his mind.
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In a small courtyard in the suburbs, Xu Le lay on a rattan chair, holding a copy of the Tao Te Ching and reading it carefully. Although he did not possess great power, he respected and learned from the wisdom of the ancients.
Books are the ladder of human progress, and Xu Le agrees with this statement. That's why he enjoys reading these profound books to enhance his own cultivation.
As Xu Le looked at the description of the Dao of Heaven and Earth, he felt a slight sense of understanding. He slowly stretched out his hand, and the immortal energy in his body condensed into a white butterfly, which fluttered its wings in his palm and slowly took flight.
The butterfly, without thought or desire, soars freely in this beautiful world, flying into the flowers and dancing with other butterflies. The other butterflies seem not to notice this oddity, treating it as one of their own, and dancing among the flowers.
"Is there something you need?"
Xu Le looked at the ethereal butterflies dancing among the flowers and asked without turning his head.
Wearing a miniskirt with sheer black stockings clinging to her skin, highlighting her perfect legs, Xiong Ying smiled and said, "Congratulations, Master, on taking another step forward in your abilities!"
"It's just an increase in control over power. Stop beating around the bush and tell me what it is?"
Xu Le said calmly, and the true energy butterflies among the flowers shattered, turning into specks of light and dissipating...
"Huang Wenshan wants to see you!"
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Chapter 292: Having power really means you can do whatever you want, it's so exhilarating!
"Huang Wenshan? Who is that?"
Xu Le didn't really remember who this guy was at first. After all, ordinary people are like ants, and he couldn't possibly remember them one by one.
Xiong Ying slapped her forehead, remembering her master's personality, stuck out her tongue, and continued, "Didn't Master say last time that he wanted to find a supplier? This guy was found by that fellow named Chen Peng. Recently, a batch of high-quality beasts have appeared in the back mountain, all of which were delivered by him!"
"Oh, he's bald!"
Xu Le thought of that ambitious human, nodded in agreement, and then continued reading the book.
Da da da!
After a while, hurried footsteps sounded. Led by Xiong Ying, Chen Peng, a bald middle-aged man, walked in with another middle-aged man. Behind them was a graceful lady carrying a child.
Xu Le sat in the rattan chair, ignoring the group. The sound of turning the pages of his books echoed in the space, constantly stirring their restless hearts.
Xu Le remained calm and composed, seemingly oblivious to the people behind him. However, the others couldn't hold back any longer. Huang Wenshan glanced at his son, who was in pain, and, ignoring Chen Peng's signal, said, "I am Huang Wenshan, greetings, Daoist Master!"
After all, he was the richest man in the business world, so he naturally couldn't lower himself to a humble tone. He still spoke in the tone of someone talking to other business peers, wanting to take the initiative.
Xu Le flipped through the book, ignoring it. Huang Wenshan, on the other hand, stood awkwardly in place, feeling a bit angry. However, thinking of the strange power Chen Peng had displayed and his concern for his son, he remained standing there quietly waiting after some thought.
"Ouch...it hurts..."
The child in the woman's arms frowned, as if he had a terrifying nightmare. Several fine lines of blood appeared on his forehead and spread outwards. After a moment, his expression became more and more distorted!
"Please, Taoist priest, save my son! I've paid such a high price!"
Seeing that Xu Le still didn't react, Huang Wenshan's dissatisfaction exploded all at once, and he said, "If you don't save my son, I will terminate all cooperation, sue you, and make you compensate me for everything I sent!"
Are you threatening me?
Xu Le said it casually, without getting angry. After all, how could anyone get angry at ants on the roadside? But that didn't mean he wouldn't punish these guys.
"I hope you can face reality. Although you know some magic, this is a society governed by law, and your individual strength is ultimately..."
Huang Wenshan looked at Xu Le, who had his back to him, and thought that his intimidation had worked. He launched into a long speech about the law as a weapon, but before he could finish, a halo of light opened in the sky, and a huge, fat hand with a foul odor stretched out, covering the sky and lifting him upside down.
"Humans, eat..."
Within the halo, a melodious female voice rang out. This woman was none other than the Holy Lord's daughter, whom Xu Le had subdued and was keeping as a pet in the inner world.
"What is this! Let me go!"
Huang Wenshan struggled incessantly in mid-air, his body being lifted higher and higher until it was level with the circle of light, where he saw a pair of blood-red eyes.
What kind of eyes were those!
Greed, bloodlust, naivety, terror, ferocity, and awe-inspiring are all insufficient to describe it, but Huang Wenshan knew that if he did not show his true colors, he would surely be eaten by that monster.
"My lord, I was wrong! I was wrong!"
Huang Wenshan struggled and screamed with all his might. Suddenly, the hand that was holding his heel let go, and he fell from a height of about two and a half stories, crashing heavily to the ground. His bones groaned, and he could barely move. It was only after a woman nearby put the child down that he was able to get up.
"What price are you willing to pay to cure your son?"