[Urban Fantasy] Lure the Flower to Sleep (Complete) - 23

page views:1 Publication date:2023-03-24

Volume 4, Chapter 36: Playing with Fire
: 9-22 4:51:03 Word Count: 7241

Ghost Swordsman, being sensible, immediately called Lan Yi to thank him after escaping. Lan Yi naturally reported this to Wang Xiaoyin.
Wang Xiaoyin watched the fire and bloodshed not far away, a calm smile still playing on his lips. He never took killing seriously, because those being killed were unrelated lives. But if someone he cherished was harmed, he would act like a fierce beast protecting its young, his eyes red with rage, slaughtering all his enemies. Who can truly distinguish between human bestiality and the nature of wild beasts? Especially those like them, possessed by beast spirits.
Lan Wu nestled obediently beside him and whispered, "Master, what do you think the government's reaction will be when the newspapers report tomorrow that over forty elites from the Execution Bureau have been brutally murdered? With all these photos, will the relevant departments launch a crackdown on the Blood God Cult?"
"Heh heh, Li Yun will actually be very happy if all these Execution Bureau personnel die. After all, they were loyal subordinates of the Northwest Police Bureau. Compared to the people at headquarters, they were considered a cancerous infiltrator. Ni Xiu sent them here to use them as cannon fodder. Government departments always like to reward the dead; a few of these dead officers might be lucky enough to receive a second-class merit award!"
"Huh? Master, look! A master is coming..." Lan Wu pointed to the area near the police cars amidst the chaos of battle. A Blood God Envoy, clad in a golden protective shield, gripped Hu Hanshan's neck, coldly glancing at a rapidly approaching green figure. The figure, dressed in a warrior's uniform and wielding a precious sword, stood five zhang away from them.
In the fight just now, only Hu Hanshan remained from the Seventh Brigade of the Enforcement Bureau, while the Blood God Cult was also unlucky enough to have only a withered divine envoy left. The withered divine envoy looked extremely angry. He didn't know if the Ghost Sword in the small building was dead or not, but he was extremely furious about the police officers who launched a suicidal attack.
He was originally the leader of the Twelve Divine Envoys, with superhuman martial arts and wisdom, and had the best chance of being promoted to the position of elder. A few days ago, after receiving news of the disappearance of one of the divine envoys, he immediately rushed to Heaven to investigate. Before he could even begin any work, he encountered these police officers who had killed all his capable subordinates. How could he not be angry!
Wang Xiaoyin nodded secretly and whispered, "Let's get closer and listen to what they have to say!" Using the elasticity of the branches, the two shot like arrows towards one of the police cars. In this way, they were very close. If it weren't for their invisibility skills, they would have been discovered long ago.
The figure in green was a man, around forty years old, with a fair complexion, a long beard, and his hair tied back in a bun—a look that suggested a hermit practicing asceticism deep in the mountains. However, after seeing his face clearly, Wang Xiaoyin immediately thought of someone: Hu Dao, the current second-generation master of the Hu family. Rumor had it that Hu Dao was indifferent to worldly affairs, focusing solely on mastering the Hu family's swordsmanship, which he had now reached a high level of proficiency. His swordsmanship incorporated the power of the wood element, making him a pillar of the Hu family. Why would he attack a mere squad leader today?
Hu Hanshan, whose eyes were rolling back in his head from being choked, saw Hu Dao appear and, in a fit of rage, kicked his legs wildly, screaming with all his might, "Second Uncle, save... me!"
The gaunt envoy, still choking Hu Hanshan, took a few steps closer to Hu Dao and asked coldly, "Is this idiot a member of your Hu family?"
Hu Dao smiled slightly and moved closer as well, but his grip on the knife was tight, as if he were ready to strike at any moment. He said, "It is indeed my good-for-nothing collateral nephew, Hu Hanshan. He offended Brother Leng today, and as his uncle, I apologize on his behalf. Please be merciful and spare his life!"
The gaunt envoy's lips curled into a strange smile, and he extended his withered, claw-like right hand, moving with lightning speed... He tapped Hu Hanshan several times with his fingers before throwing him to the ground, stepping on his neck and saying, "Hahaha, you want someone from my hands, Leng Zhiming? Let's see if you have the ability! I don't care who you are or which family you belong to. If I don't like you, I won't bother with you. This bastard ruined my sect's important affairs, how could I let him go so easily? He won't know the majesty of the Divine Sect until he tastes the Blood God Finger!"
Hu Dao's face changed drastically. With a whoosh, he drew his cyan treasure sword, pointed it at Leng Zhiming, and roared, "Blood God Finger? Hmph, joining the Blood God Sect hasn't changed your vicious nature. You ruined my Hu family's disciples, aren't you afraid of your sect leader's wrath?"
"Heh heh, your Hu family has ruined our Divine Cult's grand plan. We haven't found out who's behind this yet, but now we can't escape the involvement of your Hu family." Leng Zhiming pointed at Hu Hanshan, who was bleeding from all seven orifices and convulsing on the ground, and continued, "If he hadn't killed several of our Divine Cult's guards, Ghost Sword would have been captured by us long ago. Tell me, how does the Hu family explain this?"
"Release him first, and our patriarch will explain to the Blood God Cult Master. Otherwise..." Hu Dao's aura suddenly changed. His three-foot-long sword flashed with a blue light, and sharp sword energies mixed with wood elemental power attacked the withered divine envoy, instantly locking onto him.
"Hmph, you'll know once you try!" The withered Leng Zhiming's black robe fluttered, and a flash of bloodlust appeared in his eyes. His hands emerged from his robe, their color gone, transformed into sharp, golden shapes with faint black blood flowing within the gold, like the claws of a demon from hell, actively lunging at Hu Dao. He knew he had expended too much true energy in the fierce battle just now, and now he just wanted to test his opponent's strength.
"Well done!" Hu Dao's fighting spirit soared, his long beard fluttering. Seeing Leng Zhiming approaching, he changed to holding his sword with both hands, took a step to the side and lowered his body, and slashed out from below, a flash of blue light, straight at the black shadow in the air.
Leng Zhiming rolled rapidly like a hawk, his claws emitting sharp golden light. The blue and yellow clashed together, and powerful elemental forces exploded in the air. The blue and yellow intertwined, like a blooming garden of a hundred flowers, magnificent and colorful.
The two fighting had no time to appreciate this. Wang Xiaoyin and Lan Wu, hiding in the shadows, admired the terror of the Xuan-level experts while enjoying the beautiful scenery in the air, combining entertainment and learning! He had never seen a battle between two Moon-level experts before. Although he had seen Xingzi's performance before, he lacked an opponent and could not see the true terror of Moon-level experts. Now, seeing the earth-shattering battle between the two not far away, his desire for power was strengthened once again. This free viewing will greatly benefit their future cultivation.
Leng Zhiming was in agony, never expecting that once he started, he couldn't stop. The depletion of his true energy left him powerless. Seeing Hu Daojing's earth-shattering blade slashing down again, he could only rely on his agility to dodge. Unexpectedly, his feet sank, and he couldn't move. Looking down, he was horrified to find that a layer of green grass on the ground had grown up to his knees, hundreds of blades tightly binding his legs. He tried his best but couldn't move an inch, watching the azure blade light get closer and closer.
In this critical moment, Leng Zhiming's sharp fingers formed a strange hand seal, his face flushed, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. The blood transformed into countless small arrows in the air, rapidly blocking the azure blade light in sequence. The danger was not over. The blood arrows could only slow down the azure light, not completely block it, and unless the wood-elemental entanglement technique under his feet was broken, he was left in a defensive position.
The emaciated divine messenger gritted his teeth, slashing his left wrist with his sharp index finger. A spurt of blood gushed out. He was prepared; his cracked lips were already waiting. He took three large gulps, his eyes turning bloodshot, before he smiled fiercely and strengthened his metal-elemental shield, taking the remaining azure blade energy head-on. The strengthened metal-elemental shield also severed countless blades of grass. Leng Zhiming flew backward, landing on a stone pillar in the horse arena, only then letting out a sigh of relief.
Hu Dao, seeing that he had temporarily increased his power by drinking blood, shook his head and smiled bitterly. He knew the characteristics of this evil technique: it only lasted for an hour, after which several days of rest were needed to recover to the original level. He also knew the power of this evil technique; at a certain stage, it could increase one's level, and this increase was often the key to survival. Few people had mastered this evil technique, but its power was chilling. Therefore, Hu Dao adopted a more cautious defensive stance, not daring to attack first.
After Leng Zhiming's eyes turned red, it seemed as if he had suddenly gained some kind of formidable power, a savage beastly nature emerging. He restored the sharp claw in his left hand to its normal state, but the golden light emanating from it intensified, transforming it into a gleaming golden longsword. He roared at Hu Dao, "Let's see if your wooden blade is more powerful, or my metal longsword is sharper!"
"Metal overcomes wood, but too much wood makes metal easily break!" Hu Dao shouted, and the two clashed again. Although Leng Zhiming's martial arts had suddenly increased, the depletion of his true energy could not be compensated for by anything else. Hu Dao's wooden blade was countered, and he gradually fell into a disadvantageous position, but relying on his abundant true energy, he managed to withstand Leng Zhiming's vicious swordsmanship without serious injury.
Wang Xiaoyin and Lan Wu were completely absorbed in their game when a golden light suddenly struck the police car where they were hiding. They snapped back to reality and scrambled to either side, the exploding fuel tank leaving them slightly disheveled. Their hiding technique also showed signs of weakness, with noticeable ripples in the air.
"Invisibility?" Leng Zhiming suddenly stopped fighting and lunged at Wang Xiaoyin. He had heard that another divine messenger had disappeared because he was chasing someone who could become invisible.
Hu Dao, who was at a disadvantage, was about to leave when he saw Leng Zhiming suddenly drop his attack and rush away. He assumed Leng Zhiming was making an excuse to escape, but upon hearing the words "invisibility," he looked closely and saw two blurry wisps of energy rapidly fleeing, with the withered divine messenger in hot pursuit.
Hu Dao had no interest in investigating anything else; he was only there to rescue someone. The patriarch had only instructed him to save Hu Hanshan, and he didn't need to worry about anything else. However, Hu Hanshan had been struck by the Blood God Finger, and even if he survived, he would likely only have a sliver of life left.
Wang Xiaoyin and Lan Wu fled desperately. Their martial arts skills were far inferior to Leng Zhiming's. Relying on the convenience of invisibility, they managed to exchange a few blows, but were shaken by his metal-elemental shield, causing their blood to boil and almost vomiting blood.
"Damn it, you're a mid-level Moon Realm expert, beating up two mere martial artists like us? Don't you have any shame?" Wang Xiaoyin shouted as she ran. "I didn't provoke you, I didn't do anything to you. I was just watching the fireworks, enjoying the cool breeze, and having some romance. Why are you chasing us?"
Lan Wu, meanwhile, was throwing hidden weapons wildly. Her fingers, as delicate as orchids, were constantly tossing poison needles, nails, and caltrops. Although she couldn't injure Leng Zhiming, she could slow him down. She had already contacted Lan Yi's communicator, asking her to send someone to rescue them.
Leng Zhiming had first fought fiercely with the police, then nearly killed Hu Dao, and was now exhausted, his true energy depleted. He'd chased for ages without catching a single person, and roared angrily, "Stop right there! If you run again, I'll kill you!"
"There are two of us, who are you telling me to stop?" Wang Xiaoyin retorted without turning his head, inwardly cursing Leng Zhiming's stupidity. If he didn't run, he'd be killed; only by running could he survive. His hands weren't idle either; he threw out a throwing knife he hadn't used in a long time, its spiraling true energy infused with beast energy. With a "whoosh," it shot towards Leng Zhiming's heart like a meteor.
Leng Zhiming was annoyed by Lan Wu's hidden weapons; these little things were harmless under his metal-elemental shield. He didn't even consider the throwing knife a threat, intending to melt it with his metal-elemental power. Unexpectedly, a burning sensation rose in his heart. The throwing knife, like a drill, spun rapidly, trying to pierce his shield. Leng Zhiming was shocked. His right palm, wrapped in gold element, deflected the half-melted, still-spinning throwing knife. Looking at Wang Xiaoyin and the others, they were now two or three zhang away.
Lan Wu threw another hidden weapon and turned to Wang Xiaoyin, shouting, "Master, your hidden weapon worked! He's further away now!" Wang Xiaoyin was slightly pleased and glanced back, indeed seeing the gaunt envoy rushing about six zhang away.
But joy turns to sorrow. Wang Xiaoyin and Lan Wu were secretly pleased when they sensed someone blocking their way at the bend in the alley ahead. It was too late to dodge; they were too close. The two collided with the pedestrian, the three of them falling to the ground.
The person who had caused Wang Xiaoyin and Lan Wu to fall was an old beggar, carrying a large bunch of herbs, his begging bowl shattered. The beggar on the ground paused, staring at the still-invisible Wang Xiaoyin and Lan Wu. His sharp eyes slowly softened, gradually becoming cloudy again. He pretended to rub his blurry eyes and exclaimed in surprise, "What the hell? How could I have fallen? It felt like someone bumped into me. My poor rice bowl is all broken! Sigh!"
As he spoke, Leng Zhiming had already caught up, standing angrily and sinisterly at the alley entrance, glaring at Wang Xiaoyin and Lan Wu with a smug look on his face, as if he had them completely under his thumb.
Wang Xiaoyin cursed his bad luck inwardly and couldn't help but curse at the old beggar, "You old man, you've really made my life miserable! Wandering around in the middle of the night instead of sleeping, aren't you afraid of being robbed? Oh well, you're just a beggar, no one's going to rob you, but you've made my life miserable. If I die, I'll drag you down with me as a ghost!"
The old beggar looked around blankly, and seeing that the black-robed envoy hadn't opened his mouth, he suddenly hugged the herbs and shrank into a corner, shouting, "Ghost! Ghost! This old man has never done anything wrong, don't come looking for me!"
"What are you yelling about? You'll make a ghost out of nowhere! You look familiar, like I've seen you somewhere before. Huh? That's really weird. I'm having such bad luck today, even a beggar looks familiar. No wonder I'm being chased for no reason. Sigh, what terrible luck!" Wang Xiaoyin rambled on, hoping to use the time to recover his strength and buy time for the Blue Demons to arrive. He was confident he could handle this sinister divine messenger.
Lan Wu understood Wang Xiaoyin's plan and secretly glanced at the satellite positioning system on his wrist. The next group of Blue Demons wouldn't arrive for another ten minutes, making him even more anxious.
"Hmph, trying to buy time? I won't give you that chance." Leng Zhiming floated leisurely in front of Wang Xiaoyin and struck his shoulder with a claw. The withered divine messenger had witnessed Wang Xiaoyin's throwing knives and knew he was still a threat, so he wanted to subdue him first.
Wang Xiaoyin, having fled all the way, was seething with anger. Seeing the man attack, he cursed, "I prefer to create my own opportunities!" He summoned his dark, god-slaying blade and deftly slashed at the man's golden fingers. "I'll cut off your bird claws and see how arrogant you are then!"
During the fight, his invisibility was even worse, revealing a complete, blurry human form. Aside from not being able to see his face, he had little effect on concealment anymore. A flash of dark blade light, but Leng Zhiming was unconcerned, not taking the lack of power in the short sword seriously. His claw stance remained unchanged, attempting to disarm the man with his bare hands.
The old beggar, huddled in the corner, stared at Wang Xiaoyin's dark short sword with a strange expression. Seeing Leng Zhiming use his golden hand to disarm the man, a mocking smile appeared on his lips, as if he had foreseen something ridiculous.
Wang Xiaoyin chuckled inwardly, his wrist sinking as the tip of his blade flicked upward, accelerating to meet Leng Zhiming's indestructible golden palm. With a "poof," the demonic golden claw suddenly spat out a spurt of blood, shattering his metal-based magic.
"Ah!" Leng Zhiming screamed, hastily retracting his right palm, watching in horror as it slowly withered back to its original shape. He tried to stop the bleeding by pressing several acupoints, but to his even greater horror, he found it impossible. He stared at the short knife in Wang Xiaoyin's hand, urgently demanding, "Where did you get this knife?"
"I found it!" Wang Xiaoyin told the truth, but no one believed him.
"Since you won't talk, I have a way to make you talk!" Leng Zhiming didn't want to waste his blood; with a flick of his right palm, blood droplets scattered, shooting towards Wang Xiaoyin like bullets.
Seeing the golden blood droplets shooting towards him, Wang Xiaoyin immediately became cautious, quickly drawing his sword to block. Each drop was as heavy as a bullet; after deflecting just a few, his arms were already numb from the impact, and more droplets flew towards him.
The difference in strength was too great; he simply couldn't resist. He had managed to inflict some minor losses on Leng Zhiming with a surprise move, but in a real fight, Wang Xiaoyin couldn't even withstand Leng Zhiming's minor spells.
"Hey!" At this critical moment, Wang Xiaoyin concentrated all his willpower, his blue hair dancing naturally, a mixture of unease and bloodlust in it. With a loud shout, a strange power surged from his body, just like when he cleaved Li Juncheng's Thunderbird sports car in two after the Wang family banquet. A black light emanated from the blade, shattering several blood droplets, and simultaneously slashed towards Leng Zhiming.
Leng Zhiming knew this sword was very strange, as could be seen from his bleeding wound. Therefore, he dared not rashly take the strange power, which was no weaker than Hu Daomu's sword energy, head-on, and could only hastily dodge. The shards of stone kicked up by the sword struck his metal-elemental protective shield like rain, causing his blood energy to surge again, and a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, demonstrating the power of the strike.
Wang Xiaoyin, having unleashed this strike, felt as if all his strength had been drained, and two drops of golden blood flew crookedly toward him. He no longer had the strength to dodge. Lan Wu, who had also blocked several blood drops earlier, was equally exhausted. Seeing Wang Xiaoyin in danger, she cried out and bravely shielded him.

Volume 4, Chapter 37: The Old Beggar
: 9-22 4:51:03 Words: 7291

Lan Wu bravely shielded Wang Xiaoyin, not passively awaiting death. With her ninja sword, she sliced off one of the blood droplets. The alloy sword, unable to withstand the impact, shattered into pieces with a "crack." Another drop of blood, now golden, shot between Lan Wu's breasts, splattering a bright red stain.
Lan Wu staggered back a few steps, crashing into Wang Xiaoyin, and the two fell to the ground. Wang Xiaoyin lovingly lifted her up, quickly applying pressure to stop the bleeding. Seeing that she wasn't seriously injured, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The golden blood, upon entering her body, naturally liquefied, and with the added force of the impact, its impact was far less than a bullet, striking her only right on her sternum, causing no serious harm.
"Fool! Who told you to block it for me!" Seeing that she was alright, Wang Xiaoyin pinched her cheek and scolded her fiercely, "If you're going to block, you should choose the right spot. If you used your arm, you wouldn't be in danger. Who told you to use this spot!"
Seeing his fierce scolding, Lan Wu was actually quite happy and replied weakly, "I didn't have time!" As soon as she spoke, a trace of blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, which made Wang Xiaoyin extremely nervous. He gripped the black dagger tightly and shielded her behind him.
Leng Zhiming approached, somewhat exasperated. Despite his anger, he remained extremely cautious, his entire body shrouded in golden armor. He coldly commanded, "Come back with me obediently, and I might spare your lives. If you resist again, I'll skin you alive to offer as a sacrifice to the Blood God!"
"Wind and clouds converge, lightning flashes and thunder roars, Five Thunder Talisman, Pardon!" A faint, aged voice echoed from the dark corner of the wall. The pitch-black night sky suddenly churned, dark clouds gathering overhead. The oppressive aura made the surroundings eerily silent. As the aged voice faded, a bolt of lightning, like a fiery serpent, struck the withered divine envoy's golden shield. The conductive golden shield emitted eerie purple sparks, crackling and popping like firecrackers.
Leng Zhiming was struck directly by lightning, his body stiffening abruptly. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, his hair standing on end. There was a burnt smell in the air. He stared in horror at the old beggar in the corner. Before he could even open his mouth to ask a question, a second bolt of lightning struck his head. A flash of eerie purple sparks appeared, and the golden shield weakened by a third. The emaciated envoy coughed up another mouthful of blood. Having lost so much blood, his face should have been pale, but now it was charred black, like an African refugee.
"You...?" His body was numb and sluggish from the lightning strikes, and his throat naturally couldn't speak smoothly. His eyes, staring at the old beggar, were filled with fear and resentment, like a dying scorpion helplessly waving its venomous tail before its enemy.
The third, fourth, and fifth bolts of lightning struck faster and faster. Leng Zhiming had lost his metal-elemental shield, his pupils had dilated, and his entire body was charred and withered. When the final strike came, the lightning struck right on his head. He had probably experienced the feeling of being struck by lightning, and he was reduced to a charred corpse.
"Huh? Such a powerful expert just died like that?" Wang Xiaoyin shook his head in disbelief, sheathed his black dagger, hugged Lan Wu in his arms again, and said to the old beggar sitting in the corner, "With such skill, why did you become a beggar?"
The old beggar seemed surprised by the smooth sailing and replied blankly, "I've never seen such an idiot. He actually stood there without dodging, welcoming my Five Thunder Talisman. What a hero! Alas, strange things happen every year, but tonight there are especially many. Such a hero is truly rare!"
"Hey~ Senior!" Wang Xiaoyin was exasperated by his feigned madness and smiled at him, "First, he was struck by your first heavenly lightning, leaving his whole body numb and stiff, unable to escape even if he wanted to. He had no choice but to take the remaining heavenly lightning. There are probably countless heroes like him!"
"Boy, what do you know!" The old beggar shook his head, stood up, and said, "The Five Thunder Talisman is the slowest yet most powerful killing move among thunder-based spells, and it's difficult to use in normal combat. In mystical combat, summoning three consecutive thunderbolts is already a remarkable killing move. This Five Thunder Talisman is only used to ambush idiots."
"Hehe, senior's advice is very true. Our Coral Kingdom only has the common five elements of magic: metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, all of which are cultivated through martial arts. I've never seen this kind of thunder technique before. I've heard that it's only passed down by ancient sects in China. May I ask who you are?" Wang Xiaoyin had no choice but to be respectful to him. That arrogant Blood God Envoy had chased him for dozens of miles, yet he couldn't even withstand a single move from the old beggar. Such skill was terrifying to even think about.
“Wind, lightning, light, darkness… It’s a pity that fewer and fewer ancient arts have been passed down.” The old beggar picked up the herb packet from the ground, shook his head and sighed, then said, “Let’s leave quickly. Killing is a troublesome matter, and I, a beggar, cannot afford such trouble.”
“Uh, that’s easy!” Wang Xiaoyin took out a bottle of corpse-dissolving liquid and poured two drops on Leng Zhiming’s charred corpse. The corpse instantly turned into a pile of thick liquid, emitting a faint, pungent smell, making it impossible for anyone to tell that a corpse had just been there.
The old beggar glanced at Wang Xiaoyin, turned and left, even kicking the broken bowl on the ground into the sewer. Wang Xiaoyin picked up the injured Lan Wu and followed closely behind the old beggar, smiling at him, “Senior, our companions are still on their way, so we have to stay with you for a while to avoid encountering the evil people of the Blood God Cult again.”
The old beggar didn’t speak, but seemed to agree. His residence was in this alley, and a strong smell of herbs filled the air as soon as you entered the courtyard. He turned to Wang Xiaoyin and said, "My son's illness hasn't improved yet. I have to boil medicine every day, so the smell here is a bit strange."
"What illness does your son have? Why don't you take him to the hospital?" Wang Xiaoyin followed the old beggar into the house. The smell of medicine was even stronger inside. He saw a pale, handsome young man, half-reclining on the bed, with very short hair, only an inch long, and half-closed eyes.
"A brain disease. He was just discharged from the hospital. Recovery can only be achieved with herbal medicine. I don't really trust Western medicine." The old beggar's house was very clean. He pointed to a sofa for Wang Xiaoyin, indicating that he should put Lan Wuping there.
At this moment, Wang Xiaoyin remembered why the beggar looked familiar. More than a month ago, he and Lan San had given the old beggar a diamond business card in the city center. It was something Li Junqi had insisted on giving to Lan San. He never thought he could use it to his advantage and make a connection with this hidden expert. However, the old beggar had never brought it up, and he was too embarrassed to explain, so he could only continue to pretend to be confused.
"Dad, are there any guests?" the pale boy asked weakly, his body still motionless, only opening his eyes. His clear, bright eyes still held a cold loneliness.
"He's one of our benefactors. It was thanks to his charity that we had enough money for the surgery. But we've already repaid him." Hearing his son's question, the old beggar immediately became very kind, sitting by the bed to take his pulse, and said happily, "Yao'er, your condition is much better today. If you recover well, you'll be able to get out of bed and walk within two months, and you won't have to be confined to this dark room anymore."
They were speaking in Mandarin, which Wang Xiaoyin understood. He thought to himself that the old beggar was too clear about gratitude and resentment, thinking that if Lan San hadn't just given him some broken diamonds, he probably wouldn't have saved him today. Since that's the case, he might as well let him continue to repay his kindness…
"Dad, I see some of them are injured. Go and help them. Even if you repay them, they are still our former benefactors!" The cold-faced boy was kind-hearted, knowing his father's strong sense of gratitude and resentment, which was why he said this.
"Don't worry, Yao'er, I checked her just now. The girl's injuries are nothing serious, just minor internal injuries. The bleeding from the external wounds has stopped. I'll brew her some herbal medicine later, and she'll be fine." After the old beggar finished speaking, he took out several herbs from the wooden cabinet containing traditional medicine in the inner room, skillfully placed them in a ceramic container, added an appropriate amount of water, and put it on the stove to boil.
Wang Xiaoyin held Lan Wu's snow-white wrist, feeling her pulse. Although the Blue Demon's doctrine stipulated the rule of sacrificing everything for one's master, truly putting it into practice was a different experience. He touched the wound on Lan Wu's chest, and the tenderness in his eyes could even be felt by the cold-faced boy in the distance. The boy turned his face away shyly.
Wang Xiaoyin noticed the boy's reaction, so he turned to him and smiled, "My name is Wang Xiaoyin. It's nice to meet you. How long have you been in Coral Kingdom?"
The boy smiled slightly and replied weakly, "I'm Zhang Yao, and I just arrived in Heaven not long ago."
The boy seemed somewhat wary and didn't answer many questions. He only mentioned that he had recently arrived in Heaven, not how long he had been in Coral Kingdom. Wang Xiaoyin keenly grasped these details and thought to himself, "The old beggar's mystical arts are so masterful, yet he lives in the lowest rungs of the city; he must be hiding from some enemies." With that thought, he felt relieved by the boy's answer and stopped asking about it. Instead, he introduced him to some interesting places in Heaven, and the two chatted quite congenially.
"I own a jewelry store in Heaven. Come visit when you're better. Here's my business card; it's just been printed, and you're the first to get one. It's worth keeping." Wang Xiaoyin tossed him an ice-blue business card, the force just right, and it landed perfectly in the boy's hand.
"Whose paradise? It's a strange name, easily misunderstood." The boy smiled again, a handsome smile that contrasted sharply with his usual cold demeanor. If his hairstyle were normal, he would surely attract many beautiful women. "I'll go, anyway, I have no friends in paradise."
His tone suggested he was determined to get Wang Xiaoyin. The old beggar outside, seeing his son's constant smiles, also smiled happily. Suddenly, he sensed countless invisible figures surging into the courtyard, each carrying considerable energy. He hurriedly called out to Wang Xiaoyin, "Come out quickly! Your companions are here! Don't cause any misunderstandings; this courtyard can't withstand your antics!"
Wang Xiaoyin's blue hair swayed gently, allowing him to sense the presence of the blue demons. His skill wasn't enough to detect their invisibility; he could only rely on his senses. He went out, gave the blue demons a simple gesture of waiting, then turned and went back inside to continue chatting with Zhang Yao until the old beggar finished brewing the medicine and brought it to Wang Xiaoyin.
"Thank you, senior!" Wang Xiaoyin took the brownish medicine and helped Lan Wu up.
"Don't call me 'senior' all the time. Everyone calls me Old Zhang, you can call me that too!" the old beggar said casually, then went back to talking to his son.
"Old Zhang it is, anyone can call me that regardless of seniority." Wang Xiaoyin tasted the medicinal soup, frowning at the bitterness. Finding the temperature just right, she handed it to Lan Wu. "It's best to drink it all in one go; the longer you wait, the more bitter it will become."
"Yes, I know." Lan Wu smiled and nodded, drinking it all in one gulp. She was delighted by Wang Xiaoyin's thoughtfulness and secretly wondered if she should suffer minor injuries while serving her master, so she could enjoy this kind of care again.
Wang Xiaoyin then handed Lan Wu a glass of water to rinse her mouth. After everything was settled, she said to the Zhang father and son, "It's getting late, we should take our leave! If you encounter any difficulties in the Coral Kingdom, please call my cell phone or find me at the address on my business card. I will do my best to help you if I can."
The old beggar looked at the icy blue business card in his hand, nodded slightly, and watched them leave.
The following day, newspapers across Coral Kingdom were filled with shocking images of the Blood God Cult massacring police officers. These clear, color photos captured the emaciated Blood God Envoy's狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious/hideous) expression as he killed, the gruesome scene of flesh and blood flying everywhere, the tragic deaths of officers with unclear motives, and the pitiful slaughter of innocent horses.
Photos of the emaciated Blood God Envoy's astonishing mystical arts, his golden protective shield, and his bare-handed combat against dozens of fully armed police officers spread like wildfire, especially online, reigniting the controversy surrounding a long-dormant criminal cult.
Some news commentaries even accused the Li family of colluding with the Blood God Cult, claiming that the weapons worth over a billion were used by the cult to massacre the residents of Paradise City. Accompanying these claims were photos of the Blood God Envoy and the Li family head, along with other casual snapshots, making the claims seem undeniable.
These reports sparked panic among the citizens, leading to spontaneous protests and demonstrations. These protests extended beyond Paradise City; tens of thousands of citizens joined the demonstrations in the capital, Thousand Stone, demanding that the government resolutely ban the cult's activities.
Not to be outdone, members of parliament from several parties took to television to deliver speeches, hoping to garner public support and win favor. Regardless of their specific statements, they all ultimately condemned the Blood God Cult's evil deeds and assured the public that a special department would handle the matter.
Mayor Li Yun of Paradise City first berated the heads of several newspapers, scolding them for not publishing their papers according to the pre-arranged layout and for printing such a sensational report, especially one nationally, without the knowledge of the city's leadership.
The heads of the Paradise City newspapers were unable to explain themselves, but could only tell the truth: the matter was too far-reaching, and they couldn't bear the responsibility. The editor-in-chief of the Paradise Daily explained in a low voice, "This was the first template we printed. It was supposed to promote gun control laws and include some reports about the Li family. We had no idea about the Blood God Cult massacring government police officers. But after we sold hundreds of thousands of copies, we discovered these problems. It's so bizarre!"
"Yes, yes! We're in the same situation. This was our first bulletin board, supposed to promote the entertainment star, Miss Sophie. Somehow it turned into an event about the Blood God Cult massacring ordinary citizens, along with bloody photos of past Blood God Cult rituals. It's chilling... This is just too bizarre!"
The heads of several other newspapers followed suit, ending their reports with "It's too bizarre." They knew that the real reasons behind this were beyond their knowledge, and playing dumb was the smartest option.
Li Yun understood the seriousness of the matter and immediately reported it to the top leadership in the capital. To her surprise, the higher-ups were very pleased with this sudden incident, saying that Paradise City had solved a major problem for them and wanted to lavishly praise Li Yun. Li Yun initially intended to report her ignorance of the matter, but being adept at political maneuvering, she immediately kept quiet, accepting praise from high-ranking leaders. After receiving instructions from above, she promptly delivered a televised address in Paradise City, calming the citizens down.
The officers of the Seventh Enforcement Brigade who sacrificed their lives received state compensation and honorary awards similar to a collective second-class merit. Simultaneously, Li Yun announced a full-scale crackdown on cult organizations, issuing a top-level arrest warrant for the Blood God Cult and ordering the capture of all its members.
Complementing her mayoral order was a draft decree signed by President Li Yuantu, formally listing the Blood God Cult as a cult and terrorist organization, and requesting relevant departments to severely punish it. The Xuanwu Alliance, a civilian organization receiving state salaries, was also formally mentioned and featured on the evening news; however, the alliance leader did not appear, only representatives of state officials delivered speeches as a pre-battle mobilization.
The already struggling Li family, having just lost its patriarch and eldest son, now faced prosecution for collusion with a cult, and its remaining assets would be seized again. However, before the assets were frozen, the Li family directly controlled only about 20% of the shares. Ding Ling's 10% and Lan Yao's 68% were no longer subject to freezing.
Taking advantage of the Li family's direct line being paralyzed, the business-savvy Lan Yao confidently and boldly absorbed the assets, convening a board meeting. Some of the major shareholders present were puppet entrepreneurs controlled by Lan Yao. Following legal procedures, they legally reorganized a new group called Ostrich Real Estate Group.
Only Wang Xiaoyin and Ding Ling knew the meaning behind this name. As the Li family's only two remaining core enterprises, they were forced by regulations to become subsidiaries of Ostrich Real Estate Group. This subordinate relationship would make it easier for Lan Yao and her associates to nibble away at the Li family's remaining assets.
Ding Ling was not yet the main person in charge of this group; she needed to avoid suspicion, and Wang Xiaoyin hadn't transferred the assets to Ding Ling's name. They hadn't reached that level of trust yet. Their initial agreement only stipulated that Ding Ling would serve as the group's chairperson; ultimately, who controlled the assets was still up to Wang Xiaoyin.
In this chaotic situation, naturally no one paid attention to the establishment of this real estate group. Everyone was avoiding the Li family like the plague; who had time to investigate their business? Besides, the Li family's assets were still under seizure, which was practically the same as being confiscated by the state—nobody wanted to get involved in such trouble.
Wang Xiaoyin's plan was progressing step by step. His jewelry store also sent out invitations, inviting celebrities from all walks of life to attend the opening auction.
Before Wang Xiaoyin's jewelry store officially opened, he suddenly received shocking news from the Xuanwu Realm: someone was auctioning spirit-cultivating stones on the black market. (

Volume 4, Chapter 38: Eliminating Scum
: 9-22 4:51:03 Word Count: 7449)

The Spirit-Sculpting Stone is a legendary gemstone. While it holds little value in the eyes of ordinary people, it is worth a thousand or even ten thousand times more than a diamond to Xuan Realm experts who possess beast spirits. Though a legendary stone, it has indeed been obtained by some who have successfully sculpted the bodies of spirit beasts with it.
This means that a Xuan Realm expert can summon a spirit beast to aid them in battle at any time—the power of which is unimaginable. The most recent person to obtain a Spirit-Sculpting Stone was Luo Biting, the leader of the Xuanwu Alliance. He reshaped his body using the soul of a Xuanwu tortoise within him, solidifying his status as a master in the Coral Kingdom.
Now, rumors are circulating on the Heavenly Black Market that someone is auctioning this Spirit-Sculpting Stone. If the news is true, it will undoubtedly attract countless Xuan Realm experts to bid, causing chaos in Heaven. Experts who have been hiding in seclusion will surely reveal themselves, and encountering old enemies will make it difficult to avoid conflict.
Wang Xiaoyin consulted Xingzi about this matter, asking if she was interested in the Spirit-Sculpting Stone, since among the Blue Demons, only Xingzi had reached the upper-level Moon Realm. Xingzi's answer disappointed him somewhat, because she said that the Spirit-Sculpting Stone was only effective on those who had entered the Profound Realm first and actively summoned beast spirits to possess them. Those like Lan Yao, passively possessed, had become too deeply integrated with the beast spirits, sharing life for so long that it was difficult to separate them. Even if they managed to separate them successfully, the host would suffer great harm, making it a losing proposition.
This was the disadvantage of passive possession before reaching the Profound Realm. Passively possessing not only risked being devoured by the beast spirits, but also made it difficult to utilize the Spirit-Sculpting Stone to significantly increase their attack power. Moreover, the elemental attributes of the beast spirits determined the elemental attributes of the host.
However, many only cared about the advantages, envying those who possessed beast spirits wandering the world. Those passively possessed progressed their martial arts rapidly and occasionally received unexpected help from beast spirits. Like Lan Yao and the others, in just five years, their martial arts were all above level six. Girls with even a little martial arts talent had reached the critical point of the Profound Realm; once they understood that barrier, they could enter the Profound Realm.
"Sigh, it seems we can't interfere with the Spirit Stone this time. What a pity!" Wang Xiaoyin embraced the naked Lan Wu, burying his face in her heaving breasts. The scar on Lan Wu's chest had fallen off, leaving only a faint blush, like a beautiful touch of rouge.
Lan Wu's deep blue hair spilled across the double bed. She alluringly held up her snow-white breasts, letting her master suckle them. Her captivating moans were intermittent, occasionally punctuated by pleasurable screams. Her soft, seductive voice was enough to make any man's blood boil.
Undeniably, her selfless act of saving her master had earned her special attention from Wang Xiaoyin. He had spent the last few days by her side, and even the other blue demons had received his pleasure. Lan Wu's exquisite figure was even more alluring than Xingzi's. Her long, snow-white legs tightly wrapped around Wang Xiaoyin's waist, welcoming each of his thrusts.
Wang Xiaoyin had once jokingly said that Lan Wu was the woman most likely to inherit Xingzi's allure. Now, her alluring talent is becoming increasingly prominent; she's practically a born bed goddess. She devotes almost all her energy to serving her master, occasionally practicing martial arts only to maintain her perfect figure. As for array formations, it's practically her natural talent. She can grasp the mysteries of any material with just a glance. Xingzi often says that Lan Wu's array formation knowledge originates from the soul of the Tanuki.
Lan Yi and Lan Er are secretly directing Lan Yao, who is proficient in finance and business, to handle the aftermath of the nibbling plan. Due to various unexpected events, coupled with Wang Xiaoyin's extraordinary luck, the plan has been completed exceptionally smoothly and is now in its final stages.
Afterwards, Wang Xiaoyin and Lan Wu bathe and change, preparing to visit Li Chunxi, who is imprisoned in another residence. She is the girl Wang Xiaoyin unexpectedly obtained at the Nine Heavens Casino. The Future Industrial Group behind her is the business tycoon Wang Xiaoyin wants to get close to. On the way, Wang Xiaoyin receives a call from Lan Jiu, who tells him something that makes him very depressed.
"Xiao Wu, change course to the Su residence." Wang Xiaoyin thought for a moment, then added, "No, just stop in the public park near the Su residence. Remember to be invisible when you get out of the car; we're going to do something clandestine again."
Lan Wu nodded and drove as instructed, but couldn't help asking softly, "Master, what's wrong? What happened?"
Wang Xiaoyin seemed troubled, and after thinking for a while, said, "Su Feifei's gambling-addicted father has reappeared, trying to extort money from her again. Luckily, Fei'er and Ruth weren't home, and Lan Jiu saw him and chased him away, then followed him."
"Ah, is that the scum who let his wife be gang-raped by creditors? And who even tried to sell his daughter to a villain like Su Chang? How can such a person not be struck by lightning? He's too despicable. Let me purify him!" Lan Wu had heard about Su Feifei's situation and naturally knew about her father Su Chang's evil deeds. Now, upon hearing news of him, a cold killing intent flashed across her gentle face.
“We’ll talk when we see him. Even though Fei’er has severed ties with him, blood is thicker than water. If we really kill him, Fei’er will probably be unhappy. You're such a gambling addict! If you treated your wife and daughter well, I wouldn't mind opening the biggest casino in the city just for you. What a pity… what a pity…” As he spoke, Wang Xiaoyin’s hesitant expression gradually hardened, as if he had made a difficult decision.
Upon arriving at their destination, Lan Jiu reported their whereabouts. They found Lan Jiu’s hiding place on a path in the woods of the residential area. Lan Jiu glared angrily at a down-on-his-luck middle-aged man not far away. The man was sitting under a large tree, smoking, occasionally frowning and shaking his head, as if deep in thought.
Upon seeing them arrive, Lan Jiu transmitted her voice, "Master, it's him. He's still threatening to expose Fei'er's lack of filial piety to the media and even reveal some of Fei'er's mother's past if Fei'er doesn't give him ten million."
Wang Xiaoyin smiled coldly and said to them, "Don't show yourselves. I'll talk to him first. If that doesn't work, I'll make him disappear forever!" After saying that, he deactivated his invisibility and slowly walked towards Su Chang, who was a few meters away.
"Oh, isn't this Mr. Su? What are you doing sitting here?" Wang Xiaoyin smiled and stood in front of Su Chang, looking down at the dejected middle-aged man. His head was bald, shiny, and covered in dust. The only clean thing was his hands; his nails were still neatly trimmed, but they were yellow, a result of long-term smoking.
"You are... Oh, I remember now, you're my daughter's bodyguard?" Su Chang stared at Wang Xiaoyin with bloodshot, yellowish eyes. "My daughter sent you? She's come to her senses and agreed to give me ten million?"
"Hehe, Mr. Su seems to have forgotten that Fei'er and you have severed your father-daughter relationship. Didn't you sell her to that fat bastard Zhang Yu in the end?" Wang Xiaoyin was still smiling, but his smile was somewhat eerie, even sinister.
"Oh dear, I didn't sell her. It was just a little argument between my daughter and me, hehe, don't take it seriously, don't take it seriously. Uh, did my daughter send you to give me money? I know she's been doing well lately, she must be making a lot of money, hehe, ten million isn't too much, don't you think?" Su Chang's eyes blazed with greed as he stared at Wang Xiaoyin expectantly, hoping for a positive answer.
“Hehe, you’re right, ten million isn’t much. But I’m no longer Su Feifei’s bodyguard. To tell you the truth, I also coveted her beauty and wanted to get close to her, to drug and rape her, but I never had the chance before I was discovered and kicked out.”
Seeing Su Chang’s surprised look, Wang Xiaoyin continued with a smile, “So, as long as Mr. Su helps me with this, I’ll give you twenty million US dollars. I know you don’t believe me now, that’s okay, I’ll give you half as a deposit first.” Wang Xiaoyin
took out his wallet, pulled out a stack of checkbooks, filled in ten million, handed it to Su Chang, and smiled at him, “A check from Fengsheng Bank. You’ve done big business, you should be able to tell if it’s real or fake.” Su Chang
took the ten million check, rubbed his eyes hard, and slapped himself twice before he dared to believe it was real. He scrambled to his feet, stammering excitedly, "Don't worry, I'll do everything I can to help you! Haha, just tell me what you want me to do. Even tying my daughter to your bed or drugging her is no problem."
Wang Xiaoyin smiled, her eyes flashing with even more murderous intent. "Oh? But Fei'er probably won't see you again, right? After all, she's severed ties with you?"
“Don’t worry, my dear Mr. Money. I know my daughter best. She may seem fierce at first, but she’s actually very soft-hearted. Just pretend to cry and pester her for a while, and she’ll soften. I can definitely trick her out again. Tell me, what do you want me to do? Hehe, as long as there’s money, I’d even be willing to die!” Su Chang carefully put the check into his inner pocket and covered it with his hand, as if afraid the wind would blow it away.
“Hehe, Mr. Su is very sensible, you guessed it right away.” Wang Xiaoyin’s smile had vanished, replaced by a cold glint. “I want you to die, and there’s no room for negotiation!”
“You…you…are you kidding me?” Su Chang suddenly felt a surge of tension, a tension that made his back go numb, and his voice became unusually dry, like the voice of a dead man, devoid of any life.
“I never joke with dead men!” Wang Xiaoyin said expressionlessly, making a strange gesture behind Su Chang.
Su Chang felt a prick in his neck, not painful, just a slight tingling sensation. Then he slowly collapsed. He struggled to turn his stiff neck, trying to see what was behind him, but to no avail. His hand was still tightly clutching the check in his pocket, a money he would never be able to use again.
"Hmph, dying like this is too easy for you," Lan Wu muttered, pouring a drop of dissolving fluid on his body to completely erase any trace of his existence. The remaining fluid seeped into the grass.
Wang Xiaoyin turned and left without looking back. Killing and covering up the crime was as easy as strolling down the street for them, especially against scum like this. He considered explaining to Su Feifei, but ultimately abandoned the idea, not wanting to taint her mind with this dark and bloody memory.
Back in the car, just as Lan Wu was about to ask where he was going, Wang Xiaoyin's phone rang again. It was Qiu Linlin calling.
"Little Yin, what mischief have you been up to? I, a high-ranking police officer, am going to arrest you! It's not too late to surrender now!" Qiu Linlin's words were shocking, startling Wang Xiaoyin, who thought someone had witnessed what he had just done!
"Uh... cough cough, what nonsense are you talking about, little girl? What brings you to call me today?" Wang Xiaoyin, recognizing Qiu Linlin's teasing tone, finally came to his senses. Although he wasn't afraid of the police—because he never left a trace and there was no evidence to follow—he disliked trouble.
"Hmph!" Qiu Linlin pouted and gave a coquettish snort, then added, "When have I ever called you? You've never called me, have you?"
Wang Xiaoyin thought about it and realized it was true. But in his heart, he thought, "You have a husband, and he's my good friend. If it were someone else, maybe..." Thinking of something truly wicked, Wang Xiaoyin immediately snapped back to reality, banishing Qiu Linlin's petite figure from his mind. "A friend's wife is not to be trifled with!" Wang Xiaoyin still had a shred of conscience; she was still somewhat different from a wild beast.
"Haha, I heard your Enforcement Bureau has been very busy lately, chasing the Blood God Cult and cracking down hard. Sorry to add to your troubles. Are you busy today?" Wang Xiaoyin asked.
"Hmm, it's the lowly soldiers who are busy; I'm the most free. Hmm, I'm eating now, and I suddenly realized I ordered too much food; I can't finish it, so I thought of you." "
Is Ni Xiu there?" Wang Xiaoyin asked. If both of them were there, she could get a free lunch, but if Qiu Linlin was alone, it would seem suspicious of an affair.
"Hmm… he is. Come quickly; the address is the Thorn Rose Restaurant on Qianwan Middle Road." She hung up immediately, giving no chance to refuse.
"Ugh, my head feels so painful and throbbing. How am I supposed to handle this?" Wang Xiaoyin helplessly buried her head between Lan Jiu's legs, contemplating the crucial decision of whether to go or not.
Lan Jiu blushed and her heart pounded at his intimate actions. His caresses and rubbing of her private parts easily aroused a certain physical reaction. She clung tightly to Wang Xiaoyin's restless head, looking at Lan Wu for help.
Lan Wu, on the other hand, pretended not to see, humming a little tune while secretly watching Lan Jiu's shy and pleased expression. Among the blue demons, Lan Jiu was probably the most easily aroused. Her virginity placed her in a state of torment and pleasure; she couldn't experience true fulfillment until Wang Xiaoyin deflowered her.
"Hehe, I've got it!" Wang Xiaoyin suddenly looked up and called to Lan Wu, "Xiao Wu, drive to Xiao He's place and have her act as a shield. I was just thinking of asking her out."
Thinking of this, he immediately dialed Wang Qinghe's number, easily reaching an agreement with her. Although he wanted to pursue Wang Qinghe, their special relationship in the game made their relationship in the real world very delicate. They were becoming increasingly aware of their relationship as an intimate couple, and their physical contact was slowly increasing.
Wang Xiaoyin stood alone at the Wang family's gate, dismissing Lan Wu and Lan Jiu. As agreed, Wang Qinghe was accompanied by bodyguards, and Wang Xiaoyin planned to ride in her car. Qinghe didn't keep him waiting long, quickly getting into the Shenfeng RV and pulling up in front of him.
A voluptuous female bodyguard stepped out, opened the door for him, and muttered, "It's rare to invite my young lady out without driving yourself. If I were her, I definitely wouldn't listen to you."
Wang Xiaoyin chuckled and telepathically replied, "So, you're not!" Ignoring the bodyguard's glare, he ducked into the car.
Wang Qinghe wasn't wearing makeup, practically bare-faced, her long, black hair cascading over her shoulders, giving her a refined and elegant appearance. Seeing Wang Xiaoyin enter, her face immediately lit up with a smile, a smile carrying her unique charm and cunning; only the two of them could understand the meaning behind her smile. Wang Xiaoyin glanced at the layout of her RV, sat down on the sofa opposite her, and laughed, "Your bodyguards are angry that we interrupted your meal, haha. They'll be even angrier if they know we're eating other people's leftovers, right?"
"Not only are they angry, even my mother is angry. She insists on seeing you, saying she wants to give me some advice. What do you suggest we do?" Wang Qinghe gave him a reproachful look, her reproach mixed with undisguised laughter.
"Haha, what did your father say? He also wants to see me?" Wang Xiaoyin probed indirectly. Every time they met, he would inquire about Wang Yuanzhe. He felt that the ring on his hand must be related to Wang Yuanzhe.
“My dad hasn’t come back yet, he doesn’t know about you. Hmm, I think if he did, he’d definitely send someone to arrest you first, then torture you until you confess your entire family history…” Wang Qinghe suddenly remembered his background and quickly changed her tune, laughing, “I was just kidding, you’re not angry, are you?”
How could Wang Xiaoyin be angry with her over such a small matter? However, he pretended to be fierce and said, “Hmph, I’m angry, I’m really angry, what do you think we should do?”
“Haha, then what do you think we should do?” Wang Qinghe was amused by his exaggerated expression, puffing out her full chest and gazing into his deep eyes.
Just as Wang Xiaoyin was thinking of something to tease her about, the female bodyguard who had opened the door for him spoke up: “A grown man, getting angry so easily, and you even have the nerve to say it!”
Wang Xiaoyin frowned, feeling that the bodyguard was being a bit presumptuous. This was far beyond her responsibilities. According to the bodyguard code, she was guilty of being dismissed by her employer. Even if they were trained by the Wang family, they would be exiled. Xiao Wen's female bodyguards were all submissive and meek, yet they were often threatened by Xiao Wen.
He glanced at the female bodyguard; she was under 30, with a beautiful face and a kind of resolute beauty. She had a voluptuous figure, her muscles not detracting from her feminine beauty. Her skin was a healthy bronze, and she wore the black bodysuit typical of bodyguards, revealing her smooth abdomen without an ounce of fat. Her breasts, like papayas, were almost spilling out. Her expression was calm, without resentment or smugness.
Wang Xiaoyin turned to look at Wang Qinghe's reaction. Although the female bodyguard was somewhat excessive, she wasn't his subordinate or servant. Even when beating a dog, one must consider its owner, especially since this owner was the Wang Qinghe he loved! He also wanted to see Wang Qinghe's methods and whether she had the ability to manage the harem.

Volume 4, Chapter 39: Taekwondo Gym
: 9-22 4:51:04 Word Count: 7513

Wang Qinghe and Wang Xiaoyin were having a good time when they were suddenly interrupted. Naturally, she was displeased. She first gave him an apologetic smile before coldly scrutinizing the female bodyguard. The female bodyguard felt very uncomfortable under Wang Qinghe's gaze. She bit her lip and lowered her head. In her memory, her mistress had never looked at her with such hostility before.
"Sister Hui, you've watched me grow up, and I've always respected you. You've protected my safety in many dangerous situations, and I haven't forgotten that. You should know the rules of bodyguarding better than I do. You're a rational person. What exactly is your purpose in doing this today?"
The female bodyguard remained silent, clearly not expecting Wang Qinghe to say such a thing.
Wang Qinghe stared into her eyes and continued, "If you're unhappy because I interrupted your meal, I can let you go back now and eat wherever you want. I believe the Wang family has the money. If you don't like him, I can transfer you to another place, somewhere you won't see him, because he's my friend, my lover, and will definitely be my husband in the future. So, I can only let you leave." As
she said this, not only did the female bodyguard's eyes widen, but Wang Xiaoyin's eyes also widened in surprise. She hadn't expected her to say such things, and so bluntly at that. Wang Xiaoyin's heart pounded uncontrollably, and she even felt a strange surge of emotion, wanting to hold Xiaohe tightly in her arms, to be together forever, never to be separated.
"Speak, I know it's not any of the reasons mentioned above. I'll give you ten seconds. If you don't speak now, you can leave. I don't need a bodyguard like this by my side." Wang Qinghe continued to stare into her eyes, sensitively grasping the first change in her gaze.
The female bodyguard's hands were clasped together, clearly nervously considering the situation. For a moment, the car was eerily quiet. Although the car was traveling on the highway, the excellent soundproofing meant there was no noise inside except for the bodyguard's pounding heartbeat.
"It was...it was Madam who asked me to test the future son-in-law. Madam said to observe his magnanimity, and..." The bodyguard stammered out these surprising answers at the last moment.
"Idiot! You tested him like that? Have you forgotten your place?" Wang Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief upon receiving this answer. It seemed it wasn't as bad as she had imagined. She glanced at Wang Xiaoyin with a wry smile and asked for his opinion.
Wang Xiaoyin's first thought was that this bodyguard named Hui was all looks and no brains; his second thought was to find an opportunity to ravage her; and his third thought was to find out her true intentions and conquer her.
The female bodyguard whispered, "Madam asked me to do this, I don't quite understand either, but after thinking it over, this is the only way." Then she raised her head and solemnly said to Wang Xiaoyin, "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean any harm!"
"Hehe, I see. You've forgotten who your master is. Even if you wanted to test me, you should have told Xiaohe beforehand. I used to be a bodyguard too, and I seem to remember an important rule: absolute loyalty to the employer you're protecting. You seem to have violated that." Wang Xiaoyin wouldn't be too harsh on a foolish woman, especially a pretty one.
Wang Qinghe also laughed, "You're not suited to be a spy. My mother made you do this, but she's entrusted the wrong person. Is Sister Zhi, who's driving up ahead, the same as you?"
Hui nodded, betraying the mastermind and her accomplice in a short time.
Wang Xiaoyin and Wang Qinghe exchanged glances and couldn't help but burst into laughter. Taking advantage of the playful banter, Wang Xiaoyin slipped over and sat down beside her, softly asking, "Xiaohe, was what you said just now true?"
"What did I say?" Wang Qinghe thought carefully, then immediately understood what he meant, and blushed, "Pah! I only said that to save your face. The deadline for you hasn't passed yet; there's no such thing as a free lunch. My mother said that if a man gets something too easily, he won't cherish it."
"That only works on ordinary people; it has no effect on us. Don't forget, in the game, I pursued you relentlessly for three months, going through countless life-and-death situations. How could I not cherish such feelings?"
Hearing him say this, Wang Qinghe immediately recalled a level 20+ character in the game "Retro," risking being instantly killed by monsters, repeatedly charging towards her. After dying countless times, he finally caught the attention of the level-obsessed Xiaohe, and after countless more life-and-death experiences, he successfully coaxed her into bed. Although it was just in a game, the realistic touch blurred the lines between virtual and reality. Recalling their passionate moments, her face flushed crimson, and her breathing quickened.
"Don't be naughty! This afternoon, I have to participate in the Taekwondo promotion competition. If I succeed, I can advance to the fifth dan black belt, which is the highest honor in the country. To advance further, I have to submit an application to the South Korean Taekwondo Association and make some contributions to Taekwondo, etc. Hehe, anyway, I'll be satisfied with just the fifth dan black belt." Wang Qinghe brushed away Wang Xiaoyin's restless, lecherous hands, trying to distract him. However, her hand remained firmly held by him. After several unsuccessful attempts to break free, she resigned herself to her fate.
Wang Xiaoyin stroked her smooth, soft hand, praising the wonder of creation. Every woman's hand has a different feel, and the emotions associated with it are also different. Wang Xiaoyin often wondered if, when he first saw Xiaohe's real face, it was her stunning beauty that made him consider marrying her. If she were mediocre, or even uglier than in the game, would he not even have reserved the position of mistress for her?
Thinking of this, Wang Xiaoyin smiled. It seemed to be an innate human tendency for men to fall in love because of lust, which then led to the so-called "love." Was that love merely a perfect reason to have sex?
"What are you laughing at?" Wang Qinghe glared at him reproachfully. Her woman's intuition told her that nothing good ever came of Wang Xiaoyin's smile.
"Uh, nothing. I was just wondering why you learn Taekwondo. This kind of martial art is only considered third-rate in China. Its only advantage is that it makes a beautiful woman's legs longer, stronger, straighter, softer, and more elastic." As Wang Xiaoyin spoke, his eyes were lecherously fixed on Wang Qinghe's beautiful legs and her delicate feet clad in thin white cotton stockings.
"You dare say you learn third-rate martial arts? I'm not finished with you! Watch me!" Wang Qinghe suddenly kicked out, her leg surprisingly nimbly reaching for Wang Xiaoyin's throat through her A-line skirt.
This leg technique was considered a high-difficulty move in Taekwondo, fully showcasing the flexibility of her legs, and the harmony of speed and body movement was superb. But Wang Xiaoyin held her firmly in his hand, her delicate feet seemingly delivered to him automatically. Wang Xiaoyin was indeed not to be honest; his left hand gripped her stockings, his eyes fixed on her snow-white thighs, her white panties fully visible, while his right hand stroked her knee. This was a normal leg-catching position, but he used it with unusual lewdness. As his fingers traced her thighs, Wang Qinghe felt the pressure gradually dissipate, a tingling sensation rising from her groin. Having tasted the pleasures of intercourse in the game, she was even more unbearable, letting out a groan and glaring at him with shame and anger.
"Let go! There are people around!" she pleaded.
The female bodyguard named Hui had already turned her face away; she didn't want to anger her mistress again. That cold gaze from earlier still made her uneasy. She knew her problem wasn't solved yet; back home, she would face the biggest challenge and couldn't escape Wang Qinghe's interrogation.
"Since there's no one else around, you don't need to let go, right?" Wang Xiaoyin didn't want to be too frivolous, but despite saying this, he still released her.
"Ugh! We agreed beforehand, you have to come with me this afternoon and cheer me on!" Wang Qinghe straightened her dress and arrived at the Thorn Rose Restaurant.
"Hehe, I'd be willing to spend my whole life with you."
"Sounds nice, but I never see you."
The two chatted and joked as they walked into the restaurant hand in hand, followed by two female bodyguards who were whispering, probably discussing what happened in the car earlier.
Just as Wang Xiaoyin had guessed, Ni Xiu wasn't there, and Qiu Linlin was alone. He was a little confused about what this girl was up to. She clearly liked Ni Xiu, yet she was always pestering him? Could women be fickle too? Wang Xiaoyin shook his head again, banishing the wicked thought.
The dishes on Qiu Linlin's table were untouched, as if they had just been served, and a bottle of red wine was still unopened. When she saw Wang Xiaoyin leading Wang Qinghe by the hand, her face betrayed her disappointment, but she quickly smiled and said, "Ni Xiu just left because of something, and now I'm all alone, so pitiful. Luckily you kept your promise, otherwise I would be in trouble. I didn't expect you to trick Xiaohe into coming here, you're quite something."
"Hehe, so it's Sister Linlin. Xiaoyin tricked her out, and he won't even say who it is, he's so annoying!" This sounded like flirting, and Wang Qinghe, with her beautiful eyes, clearly saw the change in her expression. She understood a bit more, and pressed herself even closer to Wang Xiaoyin.
"Let's eat, let's eat. Xiaohe ate half before I called her out. If she had known Ni Xiu wasn't here, she would have come by herself. Ah, what a pity." Who knows what he was saying, but the guilty-hearted guy understood his lies.
Qiu Linlin glared at him, then shook her head with a pout. Fortunately, all three of them were shrewd and knew what to say and what not to say, so the meal was quite lively. Although she ordered a lot of dishes, the two female bodyguards couldn't sit at the same table—that was the rule.
From Qiu Linlin's scattered words, Wang Xiaoyin deduced that Ni Xiu had been very busy lately, seemingly setting up a new department to accept the superhumans transferred from the capital. Or perhaps there was another reason that Ni Xiu had neglected Qiu Linlin, causing her some dissatisfaction.
"Oh, I see. Looks like I'll have to have a good talk with Ni Xiu. Work and love relationships are indeed difficult to manage. Even the usually shrewd Ni Xiu has made a mistake. Tsk tsk, luckily he has me as his good friend, helping him take care of his wife… uh, saying 'good' sounds a bit off." Wang Xiaoyin thought to herself.
Wang Qinghe only drank a little red wine because she was going to participate in a Taekwondo promotion competition that afternoon, and she also invited Qiu Linlin to cheer her on. She and Qiu Linlin weren't very familiar with each other; they had only met a few times at banquets, and they had become acquainted at the last coming-of-age ceremony banquet.
"Okay, I'm too lazy to go to work anyway, so I'll cheer you on. Let me tell you a secret: I'm also a black belt, and I've also practiced other martial arts. However, I'm nowhere near as good as ancient martial artists. That lazy bum practiced some internal energy cultivation techniques for a few days and became incredibly powerful; he beat several of our unit's instructors to a pulp." Her eyes lit up as she spoke, whether from praising Ni Xiu or recalling the excitement of the fight, she seemed eager to try it herself.
"Are ancient martial artists really that powerful? I don't know much about it. I used to practice Taekwondo secretly; by the time my family found out, I was already a blue belt. Sigh, they wouldn't let me practice martial arts." Wang Qinghe had finished eating, took the napkin from Wang Xiaoyin, and stared curiously at Qiu Linlin.
"Hehe, of course ancient martial artists are powerful, they're not on the same level as modern martial artists. It's like the relationship between a stream and the ocean; both have water, but the solubility is incomparable." It was Wang Xiaoyin who spoke; while his words exaggerated the ancient martial artists a bit, most of them were true.
Wang Qinghe seemed greatly shocked, remaining silent for a moment before saying, "Then I won't advance any further after obtaining the fifth level of black belt. Um, can you teach me internal energy?"
Wang Xiaoyin wanted to say that it was too late for her to start practicing now, but she couldn't bear to disappoint her. Although practicing internal energy wouldn't lead to higher levels, the effects were still significant, like Ni Xiu, who could increase attack power several times over and increase the chances of self-preservation in dangerous situations.
"Of course, I can get you any internal energy technique you want to learn, even the dual cultivation method of absorbing yin to replenish yang... uh, cough cough, you don't need that for now, I'll personally guide you later." The Blue Demons had stolen secret manuals from several sects, and many of them practiced various unique skills according to their own preferences. Wang Xiaoyin wasn't exaggerating; she did know many sects' internal energy cultivation methods, so in her pride, she even mentioned the dual cultivation method.
As expected, he was met with a barrage of insults from the two girls: "You're so irresponsible! You can't even bring this up when talking about martial arts..." Then the two girls fell silent, clearly understanding what he meant. Moreover, they went even further, elaborating on the matter.
After finishing their meal and resting for a while, they finally arrived at the large Taekwondo gym for their training. In modern society, people are increasingly focused on fitness and self-defense, and martial arts are very popular among citizens. However, due to the secrecy surrounding ancient martial arts techniques and the extremely strict rules for accepting disciples, it's far less bustling than ordinary martial arts gyms.
After changing clothes inside, the group met in the training hall. Whether it's Jeet Kune Do, Karate, or Aikido, the honor of holding a rank is now universal, suggesting that the two female bodyguards had also practiced some kind of martial art. All the women were dressed in snow-white taekwondo uniforms with striking black belts, while Wang Xiaoyin, with her soft white belt, appeared less imposing and more delicate.
Wang Qinghe's appearance caused a stir in the hall; a stunning beauty can cause a sensation anywhere, making the three beauties beside her seem like mere supporting characters. Qiu Linlin pouted at Wang Xiaoyin, venting her disappointment, as if to say that if she weren't walking next to Wang Qinghe, she would be a top beauty too. Wang Qinghe's two female bodyguards were used to being ignored, calmly surveying their surroundings.
There were many women who practiced Taekwondo, and their screams at Wang Xiaoyin's appearance were no less intense than a top celebrity's entrance. However, the screams subsided considerably when they saw his soft white belt. Wang Xiaoyin concluded that they were a group of women who admired strength, and based on his understanding, Wang Qinghe was one of them, though she didn't show it as obviously.
Many people recognized Wang Qinghe; along the way, men and women nodded and greeted her, some even showing expressions of fear and respect. The respect was likely due to her fourth-degree black belt, while the fear… well, there were many reasons.
"Xiao He, you're here early today. Are you confident about today's qualifying match?" A young man in his late twenties, speaking with a foreign accent, greeted them with a smile. He was tall and handsome, with a black belt around his waist, though an instructor's insignia was visible on his chest.
Wang Xiaoyin glanced at the man; he was reasonably pleasing to the eye. But how could he possibly mess with Xiao He's name? So, even with a pleasing appearance, in Wang Xiaoyin's eyes, he was already categorized as a weed, an object that negatively impacted the world's environment.
Wang Qinghe bowed slightly, a customary courtesy within the dojo, and smiled, "Good morning, Head Instructor! Whether I can advance depends on whether you show mercy, but I will do my best."
"Oh? So we have to fight?" Wang Xiaoyin pretended to be clueless, but those who knew him knew something was about to happen. "Xiaohe, without a female instructor, fighting with a man is a huge disadvantage!"
"Pah! What nonsense are you spouting!" Xiaohe glared at him, but a sweet smile played on her lips. "Only the Head Instructor here has the highest rank and is most suitable to be the sparring partner for the fifth-stage advancement assessment. There will be other scoring instructors present, and they will make the fairest judgment."
"Oh, I see. So there's no female sparring partner, which is why he's filling in. He's the legendary substitute. Xiaohe, if you had just said so, I probably would have understood already. Why did you have to think about it so hard?" Wang Xiaoyin lazily loosened his belt, swinging his right leg casually—a posture he'd learned from Ni Xiu during a robbery in the slums, clearly the kind of person who wanted to be punched.
"Pfft!" Qiu Linlin laughed exaggeratedly, nearly falling over. Although she appeared delicate and gentle, she was secretly a troublemaker. Seeing Wang Xiaoyin's wolf-like demeanor, she guessed he wanted to cause trouble, and she was willing to play along. "What substitute? Even if that's true, you can't say it out loud! The instructor is a fifth-degree black belt, a rare talent in South Korea. You can't even replace him!"
"Hmm, Linlin is right. He is a substitute himself. How can I replace him? That's indeed too difficult. Is there an easier way? For example, when she advances, I can practice with Xiaohe so she can easily advance to the fifth dan. Do you think there's such a method?" Who knows what he was really thinking, but everyone around him could tell he was provoking her.
Wang Qinghe smiled, her beautiful eyes sweeping over Wang Xiaoyin a few times. Instead of stopping him, she said, "It's not that simple! Even if you can beat the instructor, you don't have the corresponding rank and can't be an examiner! Besides, can you even beat the instructor?"
Fanning the flames, this is absolutely fanning the flames! Chief Instructor Park Tae-hyun gave Wang Qinghe a strange look, thinking to himself that he hadn't offended her before, just occasionally invited her to dinner or other small things, so why was she ganging up on him?

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/10474.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=10474&aspx=1

Last access time:

Previous Page : [Urban Fantasy] Lure the Flower to Sleep (Complete) - 22

Next Page : [Urban Fantasy] Lure the Flower to Sleep (Complete) - 24

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

[Urban Fantasy] Lure the Flower to Sleep (Complete) - 23

comment Open a new window to view comments