Chapter 326: On To Wuling
Translator: AstralGhost Editor: Kurisu
Tong Dali and the rest did not intend to embroil themselves in the trouble. As for the matters today, they decided to completely wipe it from their minds and pretend that they had never seen anything.
Unfortunately, while the tree desires stillness, the wind will not abate!
"Although my son is a good for nothing, he's still my son. I hired you all to be his bodyguards; not to bring his body back to me!"
Han Shiping's voice turned calm, as though he'd transformed into another person.
"Boss, this matter is none of our business. We wanted to save the young lord as well; but their speed was simply too fast, leaving us no time to respond at all!"
Tong Dali's heart dropped at this. He knew that these people would definitely blame the incident on them.
"My younger brother is dead, and my son is dead as well. But you guys didn't even suffer a single scratch? In that case, what's the point of me hiring you?!"
Han Shiping regarded the group coldly as he motioned to a Han Clan disciple and made a slitting action on his neck with his finger.
"We apologize for letting down your hopes. In that case, we'll be quitting immediatel— ek!"
Tong Dali was the leader among the group. This decision was also something that they had discussed through the night before.
But before he could finish his sentence, Han Shuyi stepped towards them. Although he was not tall, Han Shuyi's person seemed to be emanating a strong sense of suppression in the eyes of Tong Dali and the others.
"You wish to quit? That's convenient. I'll relieve you all of your duties. From now on, you all don't need to come to work anymore."
Han Shuyi reached out with his tanned bronze arms and grabbed Tong Dali's neck, slowly lifting him up into the air!
No matter how Tong Dali struggled, that hand remained steady, as though it was made of steel!
"Kacha!"
A light, snapping sound rang out as Tong Dali's body relaxed and his head leaned awkwardly to the side.
"Captain!"
The rest had never expected that Han Shuyi would actually murder the captain before their eyes. In that moment, they only wished to rush over and check on Tong Dali. However, they were afraid to get close to Han Shuyi.
Han Shuyi did not intend to show any mercy, either. His body moved abruptly, charging into the group of security guards with no hesitation!
His hands were sometimes curled like claws, sometimes balled into a fist, and sometimes smashed out as a palm strike!
In less than a minute, the seven, eight security guards were all lying on the ground motionlessly.
Han Shuyi grabbed a towel from the side and wiped his hands as he instructed dismissively, "Clean the place up."
The Han Clan began to get busy. With their wealth exceeding tens of billions, and over ten Evolved Jing masters and numerous Dark Jing experts, the intelligence reports about Mystic One and the other Mystics were quickly found.
"Good! Very good! Just because they have the backing of the Martial Practitioners Control Department they could kill my son as they pleased?!"
Han Shiping was so angry that he started to laugh. The enemy they were facing this time had nine Evolved Jing masters and possibly a Xiantian Lord among them.
The Han Clan's foundations were not simple, either. But after some thought, Han Shiping still decided that there was nothing to gain from fighting all out with them with just the strength of the Han Clan. He could totally let other Martial Practitioners test the waters for them. In that moment, the Han Clan began preparations to invite the experts of the martial world together.
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Bei Feng was sitting quietly beside the well, the mended Fusang Wood Fishing Rod in his hand.
This time, he'd grown cleverer. No matter what, he didn't dare to infuse his blood and Qi energy into the fishing rod recklessly when he was fishing.
The Grade 3 Fishing System gave him much higher chances of catching high grade items. However, the prerequisite was that he needed to be able to reel the treasures in first!
From what he knew, the higher chance to catch better graded items that the System described should simply mean that the line had a much greater chance of landing near to a powerful treasure!
But as for whether he could locate the treasure accurately and fish it up was up to him.
This time, Bei Feng did not catch anything and he felt a little unsatisfied.
It was his first time fishing in three years, but he actually didn't have any luck!
Bei Feng kept his fishing rod and headed up the mountain peak again. Cultivation was like rowing a boat against the tide. If one did not progress constantly, they would instead regress!
It was impossible to be like the fisherman who fished for three days and idled about for the next two while his nets were drying.
Right now, the amount of hours he needed for sleeping was very little. He could even go without sleep for a long time. But if his cultivation was very draining on the mind and body, he would naturally feel exhausted faster.
Numerous beams of light descended down on Bei Feng's body as he cultivated, gushing against the huge door before his stellar acupoint!
The Cerberus lay quietly by the side; the huge eyes on Indigestion's head appeared deep in thought, and it was impossible to tell what it was thinking.
'This Minor Dark Sky Breathing Technique is harder to train in the further one trains in it. The most efficient way is to open all 28 stellar acupoints before continuing on cultivating,' Bei Feng thought as he shook his head. What level of difficulty was it to open all 28 stellar acupoints from the start?
But if he were to unlock the stellar acupoints one by one, it would likely get much harder to cultivate towards the end!
When the aura of a particular star was too dense, it would instead hinder him from sensing other stars!
If one of the stellar acupoints was completely filled, the difficulty to sense the next star would be multiplied numerous times!
"I'll take things as they come, and do my best to try to open as many stellar acupoints as possible at this stage!" Bei Feng thought quietly and continued cultivating. The moment the first tinge of sunlight flowed in, he immediately stopped and left.
Mystic One and the rest were already waiting outside the door. The trading martial practitioners meet up would begin the next day. As such, Bei Feng wished to take a look as well.
The Cerberus was left to watch the house. Bei Feng brought Mystic Moon and the others along. He couldn't find anyone to bring the Cerberus out. Otherwise, with its fearsome look and its impossibly strange height, wouldn't it attract a ton of attention on the streets?
The location of the martial meets was at Mt Wuling. It wasn't too far from Qingcheng.
The mountainous air of Mt Wuling was extremely refreshing. Around the middle of the mountain, there was a large number of rare and protected animals and plants.
Large amounts of tourists flooded towards this place every year for sightseeing. And the most famous hotel here was naturally Wuling Heavenly Defiance!
Bei Feng's group traveled swiftly along the mountainous path. Each of their steps were like flying, and despite the speed, their breaths and blood and Qi energy did not even fluctuate at all.
There were only seven Mystics remaining. Including Bei Feng and Mystic Moon, they had a total of nine people. Of course, one could not forget about the little fox who'd insisted on coming as well.
Soon, they reached the mountain peak. There was an inestimable number of people on there as well by now. Everyone was split up in their own groups or sitting alone like a lone wolf.
A cable car network existed on this part of the mountain. In normal days, it was open to tourists.
The guests handed over their invitation cards and boarded the cable car, slowly moving towards the deep areas.
The cable car finally stopped in a valley. Underneath it was a group of ancient buildings. Under the escarpment of the valley, there were dozens of Daoists practicing swordplay on a broad blue stone paved square.
The valley was very spacious, and this time, the lowest level of cultivators who'd come to attend the martial meet were Evolved Jing masters. There were many Xiantian Lords as well. The place was split into two sections—one side was for Evolved Jing masters and the other side was for Xiantian Lords. The trade fair would only begin tomorrow.
And the living area had already been arranged for the crowd.
Lunch was only a few dishes of light vegetarian food. However, its taste was extremely good!
Even Bei Feng who'd tasted lots of delicious food had to admit that these dishes were truly enjoyable!
At this time, the Han Clan who were preparing to leave for Qingcheng also got the news that their target had left for Wuling.
The Han Clan's strength was not too bad, and they had naturally also received an invitation. But the matter of the death of the young master had diverted their attention, and they ditched the idea of going to the martial meet.
But who would have thought that their target had actually ran to Wuling! The experts of the Han Clan discussed it briefly and immediately headed to Wuling as well!
Bei Feng spent his afternoon accompanying Mystic Moon as they toured the huge mountain valley. It was already July now, but the lotus flowers on a lake within the valley were still blooming as per normal, showing no signs of wilting.