Chapter 32

In the Golden Saber Sect, Zheng Gongming looked at the silver-clad figure before him, his heart torn between two choices.

"Has Sect Leader Zheng made a decision?" Though the silver-clad figure spoke politely, there was a hint of condescension in his tone. "If our two families join forces, suppressing a mere Shengyu Trading Company will not be difficult. Then, we can eliminate the Jile Gang in one fell swoop and jointly rule Fufeng City. Wouldn't that be better than being constantly overshadowed by the Shengyu Trading Company?"

After hesitating for a moment, Zheng Gongming finally shook his head. "Thank you for your kind offer, but Mr. Wang of the Shengyu Trading Company and I have always been good friends. He has helped the Golden Saber Sect many times when we were in trouble. Besides, for a small sect like mine, getting involved in the conflict between your 'Silver Ring Trading Company' and the 'Shengyu Trading Company' is like fetching chestnuts from the fire. At my age, I can't afford to stir up trouble. I only wish to live out my remaining years in peace. I'm afraid I must decline your generous offer."

"Are you sure you won't reconsider?" The silver-clad figure narrowed his eyes, his voice becoming more sinister.

"Please forgive me."

"Very well, as businessmen, we value harmony and profit, and we won't force anyone. I only hope that Sect Leader Zheng won't regret this. Goodbye."

With that, he waved his sleeve and turned, leaving the room without looking back.

Watching the silver-clad figure's departing silhouette, Zheng Gongming couldn't help but sneer.

Jointly rule Fufeng City? I don't believe it for a second.

For the Golden Saber Sect, it made no difference whether the 'Shengyu Trading Company' or the 'Silver Ring Trading Company' ruled Fufeng City. Compared to the silver-clad figure, Mr. Wang of the Shengyu Trading Company was more pleasant to deal with.

What he didn't know was that as soon as the silver-clad figure left the Golden Saber Sect, he turned and headed straight for the Jile Gang...

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"Miss Palace Master, have you been deliberately avoiding me lately?" Finally catching Lin Zhilun alone in the hall, Zhong Wen couldn't help but voice his doubts.

Whenever he appeared, it was always hard to find Lin Zhilun.

"How could I?" Lin Zhilun's tone was somewhat awkward, her eyes darting around. "I've just been in seclusion for cultivation and haven't been going out much."

"I see, I must have misunderstood." Zhong Wen saw through Lin Zhilun's lie but didn't expose it. He had his own purpose. "May I ask, what level of cultivation technique requires such intense practice from someone as talented as you, Miss Palace Master?"

"Our Piaohua Palace, though small, does have a Golden-grade cultivation technique." Lin Zhilun's tone carried a hint of pride when she spoke of her sect's technique.

She thought Zhong Wen would be greatly surprised by the "Golden-grade," but to her surprise, Zhong Wen, who had seemed enthusiastic, suddenly looked disappointed and uninterested after hearing the word "Golden."

Action 2!

"Just Golden-grade." Zhong Wen looked extremely annoying. "I've never seen such a low-level technique."

Lin Zhilun: "..."

What do I do, I want to hit someone? I must endure, he's just a child!

"Miss, you are the pillar of the Piaohua Palace!" Zhong Wen earnestly said. "I don't know how powerful the Xiao family is, but as the first family of Dagan, they must have many Tianlun experts, and perhaps even a few beyond the Tianlun level. They might attack again at any time. You can't keep practicing such a low-level technique."

Lin Zhilun: "..."

What do I do, I can't suppress the primal force within me anymore. My right hand is already balled into a fist the size of a sandbag.

"Miss, it's time to switch to a truly good cultivation technique." Zhong Wen finally revealed his purpose.

Lin Zhilun couldn't help but ask, "What, do you have a better technique than my 'Piaoling Jing'?"

"Not better, much, much, much, much better." Zhong Wen, lacking in vocabulary, could only emphasize with quantity.

"Even if you have a good technique, I can't accept it. I already owe you so much, I don't know how to repay you." Lin Zhilun hesitated and shook her head.

How to repay? By offering herself, of course.

Zhong Wen naturally didn't dare to say his true thoughts: "Miss Palace Master, I now live in the Piaohua Palace. If you can't defeat the Xiao family, I'll suffer too. It's a matter of mutual survival. I'm also protecting myself."

Lin Zhilun still refused: "Not to mention the quality of your technique, even if I start over, it will take a long time to reach the Tianlun level with a new technique. The Xiao family won't wait that long."

"Miss, have you forgotten about the 'Zhuanshen Pill'?" Zhong Wen took out a small bottle and smiled proudly.

Lin Zhilun couldn't help but feel both amused and exasperated: "Are you determined to make me start over?"

"Miss, my life may not be worth much, but you should think about Qiqi, Ning'er, and Xiaodie." Zhong Wen used his trump card. "If you don't become stronger, how can you protect them from the enemies? We must learn from past mistakes."

Lin Zhilun: "..."

She always felt like a puppet being manipulated by Zhong Wen.

Seeing Zhong Wen's serious expression, Lin Zhilun thought for a moment and finally sighed, "Let me see it. If it's really that powerful, I'll consider it."

"Alright!" Zhong Wen ran to Lin Zhilun with a smile, extending his right hand to touch the top of her head.

"What are you doing?" Lin Zhilun's face darkened, and she took a step back, angry.

"Miss, have you forgotten about 'Death-Dealing Sword'?" Zhong Wen reminded her. "This ability is called 'Tihuguan Ding.' I need to touch your crown to perform it."

Lin Zhilun recalled the scene when she learned that sword technique and sighed, "I don't know where you get all these fancy tricks. If I ask, you won't answer honestly..."

"Miss, don't move, focus your mind." Zhong Wen, thinking about the "head pat" he could perform, couldn't help but feel elated.

Lin Zhilun had no choice but to glare at him, a mix of annoyance and complaint, and stood still.

"Tihuguan Ding!" When Zhong Wen touched Lin Zhilun's hair, his heart almost couldn't contain itself. He finally calmed down and silently recited the phrase.

Lin Zhilun once again experienced that magical feeling. Countless words seemed to fall from the sky, directly entering the depths of her memory. A profound technique called "Taasu Xuan Yin Gong" felt as if she had studied it for decades, deeply imprinted in her mind.

Zhong Wen had two Star Spirit-grade techniques, "Taasu Xuan Yin Gong" and "Liangji Yin Yang Gong," but he chose the former for Lin Zhilun without hesitation.

After all, this technique had the effect of "beautifying and preserving youth." Who wouldn't want the woman they liked to become more beautiful and stay young? It's also pleasing to the eye, isn't it?

If it weren't for Shangguan Junyi's firm refusal to give up "Liangji Yin Yang Gong," he would have recommended this beauty-preserving technique to her as well.

Lin Zhilun carefully pondered the technique that appeared in her mind, finding it profound and vast. She was completely absorbed in a state of deep meditation, forgetting about Zhong Wen standing before her.

Looking at the cherry lips and the luscious red lips of the beauty before him, Zhong Wen used all his strength to resist the temptation and didn't kiss her.

"Zhong Wen?" After a while, Lin Zhilun came to her senses and noticed Zhong Wen standing in front of her, his eyes staring at her like a lovesick fool. She couldn't help but call out to him.

"Ah? Oh, oh, Miss Palace Master, what do you think of this technique?"

"Truly unfathomable." Lin Zhilun said sincerely. "Such a miraculous technique, are you really giving it to me?"

"Of course, we're close, aren't we? What's mine isn't yours?" Zhong Wen said with a smile.

Lin Zhilun: "..."

Are we that close? I clearly don't want to see you at all.

Even she, who was usually kind, couldn't help but complain in her heart. Then she felt ungrateful and guilty.

"Miss, don't refuse. Focus on enhancing your strength." Zhong Wen didn't rush her but appealed emotionally. "The safety of the Piaohua Palace will depend on you in the future."

With that, he left the hall, giving Lin Zhilun space to think alone.

"Doctor Zhong!"

Just as he left the hall, he saw a noble and beautiful young lady approaching: "The seawater has been delivered. When will you give me the formula for 'Sai Shenshen'?"

"Miss Shangguan." Zhong Wen hurriedly said, "Let's go to my room, and I'll demonstrate it to you..."