Chapter 57

It has been proven that even cultivators who have just begun to lay the foundation are no longer ordinary people. After taking the Body Tempering Liquid twice and practicing the 'Vajra Foundation Fist Technique' and the 'True Self Meditation Sutra,' Song Shuhang not only became physically stronger, but his alcohol tolerance also increased dramatically.

In the past, he could at most match Gao Moumou, but today, he boldly made Lin Tubo and Li Yangde, the ghost spirits, drink until they passed out.

After making these two guys drink, Song Shuhang still felt particularly clear-headed, with agile thinking and nimble limbs. It was as if he had just drunk a glass of plain water, not a box and a half of alcohol.

He carried the three drunk guys to bed.

Then, Song Shuhang rinsed his mouth and got up to return to his dormitory—he had no interest in sharing a bed with three drunkards.

As he walked alone, he found himself back in the chaotic alley of Daji Street.

"This time, I shouldn't encounter that girl who was cornered against the wall again, right? After all, I already met her once this afternoon," he thought to himself—unless the girl spent her whole day here being cornered, it would be impossible to meet her several times in one day.

The journey was peaceful and quiet.

"The world is truly peaceful," he nodded to himself. If every day could be this peaceful, it would be great.

Thinking back, when he and Senior Medicine Master went out to look for a house, they didn't encounter any troublemakers either, and it was also very peaceful.

Oh, no! Thinking of Medicine Master, Song Shuhang immediately remembered something.

Walking with Senior Medicine Master wasn't peaceful, as there was someone following them, who was scared away by Medicine Master's glare.

Thinking of this, Song Shuhang pinched his chin.

A moment later, he suddenly turned around, his gaze sharp. "Come out! You've been sneaking around behind me for a long time, haven't you? Or do you want me to catch you with my own hands?"

Song Shuhang's sudden action was just a hunch.

In fact, Song Shuhang had just begun to lay the foundation. Although his vision and other senses were much stronger than those of ordinary people, he was still a novice and lacked the experience to detect if someone was following him.

He was just trying to bluff.

If no one was there, it would be best, and no one would notice his 'embarrassing' action.

If someone was really bluffed out, then he could settle this matter.

At the same time, Song Shuhang quietly opened his phone and dialed the number that Medicine Master had called from before.

This way, if anything went wrong, he could immediately call Medicine Master for help. Although it would be a bit embarrassing, if his life was in danger, he would throw away his pride.

Song Shuhang's gaze remained fixed on the back.

A moment later, a figure slowly stepped out from a blind spot.

"Amazing, I hid so well, and you still found me," the figure was a two-meter-tall, broad-shouldered man.

He had a fierce, bald head, giving off a strong sense of oppression. However, strangely, this guy gave Song Shuhang a 'gentle and kind' feeling.

Yes, even with a bald head and a broad-shouldered build, which was already oppressive, his face somehow gave off a 'honest and cute' vibe.

What a bizarre contrast!

Moreover, such a large guy could follow Song Shuhang silently, which meant his stealth and tracking skills were at the maximum level.

"Who are you, and why are you following me?" Song Shuhang narrowed his eyes and asked. He could see the bulging muscles on the tall man's body, full of explosive power.

"Don't be so nervous, Song Shuhang. I'm also a student at Jiangnan University, the vice president of the Sanda Club, Nan Haomeng," the big guy introduced himself, then clenched his fist and said, "The reason I followed you is that last night, two of my Sanda Club members were scolded for harassing a girl, and you, Song Shuhang, taught them a lesson."

"Oh, so the little brothers were bullied, and they came to you, the big brother, to complain, and you, the big brother, want to take revenge for them?" Song Shuhang said.

If it were the Song Shuhang from two days ago, seeing such a big guy clenching his fist with ill intent, he would have run away as fast as he could.

But now, after taking the Body Tempering Liquid twice and practicing the 'Vajra Foundation Fist Technique' and the 'True Self Meditation Sutra,' Song Shuhang felt no fear, only a fighting spirit.

Moreover, since this guy was the big brother of those 'troublemakers,' he wasn't the one who investigated Song Shuhang's information at school yesterday afternoon, as Song Shuhang encountered the troublemakers cornering the short-haired girl last night.

"Haha, not at all! Those two guys wouldn't dare tell me about harassing a girl. If I hadn't accidentally overheard their conversation, I wouldn't have known they were beaten up. Those good-for-nothing guys, even though they hang out with troublemakers, they actually harass a girl who can't even lift a chicken. I already gave those two a good beating, and they won't be able to get out of bed for a while," Nan Haomeng laughed honestly.

A girl who can't even lift a chicken? Big guy, you didn't see her in her 'god mode.' If you saw her take down eleven troublemakers in ten seconds this afternoon, you wouldn't describe her as 'a girl who can't even lift a chicken.'

"What are you following me for, then?" Song Shuhang asked sternly.

"Well, I heard from those two good-for-nothing guys that you, Shuhang, are very capable. So I wanted to test you myself," Nan Haomeng still had a gentle smile on his face. He was born with great strength, not only big but also twice as strong as people of the same size. In the Sanda Club, he was already a lonely expert.

So, when Nan Haomeng heard that someone could lift his good-for-nothing little brother with one hand, his intuition told him he had met a good opponent. So he eagerly followed.

Now, seeing Song Shuhang in person, he was even more convinced—this much shorter and thinner junior was a true expert!

"Of course, you can think I'm just standing up for my little brothers. That way, you'll be more satisfied and fight more passionately. Anyway, I do have the intention of standing up for my little brothers," Nan Haomeng got into a Sanda stance, his eyes flashing with determination.

In an instant, he transformed from a harmless, gentle giant into a fierce beast.

"Talked so much nonsense, you just want to fight, right?" Song Shuhang said.

"Yes, I just want to fight," Nan Haomeng grinned. "Also... all that nonsense was because you made me talk. In fact, I'm not a very talkative person; I prefer to speak with my fists."

Song Shuhang: "..."

If you're not good at talking, why did you say so much? If this is not being talkative, what is?

"I'm coming!" Nan Haomeng slid toward Song Shuhang, his right fist delivering a powerful straight punch.

Song Shuhang didn't dare to be overconfident. He had just truly begun his cultivation today and didn't underestimate this big guy who practiced Sanda.

Seeing the straight punch, Song Shuhang's wrist flipped, and the Vajra Foundation Fist Technique naturally came into play.

He formed a claw with his hand, moving like a dragon.

His fingers accurately grabbed Nan Haomeng's wrist, firmly holding the straight punch, preventing it from advancing even an inch.

Nan Haomeng felt a sharp pain in his wrist. Song Shuhang's fingers on his wrist were like a steel clamp. Normally, he could throw a small guy like Song Shuhang with one arm. He struggled a few times, but Song Shuhang's grip was as immovable as a mountain.

At this moment, Song Shuhang frowned slightly—so weak!

Weak to the point of being laughable.

Despite his large build and the imposing momentum of his punch, the force behind it felt like holding a child's fist.