Chapter 81

Zhong Wen stepped on Nangong Lin's abdomen with his left foot and grabbed his collar with his right hand, lifting him up. He stared at the face swollen like a pig's head, with bruises and bruises, and asked with a smile, "Young Master Nangong, do you still want to fight?"

Nangong Lin's eyes were dim, his heart as dead as ashes. He never thought he would end up in such a situation, and for a moment, he didn't know how to respond.

"Slap!"

Zhong Wen slapped him hard: "Since you won't admit defeat, I'll have to continue."

"Ugh, ugh..." Nangong Lin's mouth was already swollen, and his speech was unclear. Opening his mouth caused unbearable pain.

"What did you say? I can't hear you clearly. It seems you're cursing me? Looks like we'll have to fight for another three hundred rounds." Zhong Wen slapped him again, making him cry and snot run.

Seeing Nangong Lin, who was once handsome and graceful, now in such a state, even Shangguan Junyi felt a bit reluctant to look. She wanted to step forward to mediate, but remembering the content of the note in her hand, she ultimately held back and didn't say a word.

"Uncle, if you admit defeat, just nod," Nangong Ling said, stepping forward to remind him, considering their blood relation. Although she looked down on this uncle, she still gave him a hint.

"Ugh, ugh!" Nangong Lin finally came to his senses, nodding repeatedly, fearing that if he answered too slowly, Zhong Wen's fists would come again.

"Zhong Wen, since my uncle has admitted defeat, can you let him off for my sake?" Nangong Ling said softly, "With this contract, I'm sure Uncle will follow the agreement and pay the compensation. If you accidentally kill him, it won't be good."

Nangong Lin was already terrified. Hearing Nangong Ling pleading for him, her voice sounded like heavenly music, and he felt grateful, nodding his head like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Boldly coveting my wife, you deserve to be torn into pieces. Since Sister Nangong is pleading for you, I'll spare your dog's life," Zhong Wen said, pretending to be unwilling, "Quickly admit defeat on the contract, then get lost. If you dare to do it again, I'll chop off your limbs and turn you into a human pig, soaking you in a toilet for forty-nine days."

The little girl in the audience, who didn't understand why hands and feet added up to "five limbs," was hurriedly covered by Zheng Yue Ting.

Nangong Lin shakily approached the spirit pattern contract, dipped his right hand in the blood at the corner of his mouth, and trembling, pressed his fingerprint on the place of admission.

Thinking about the overwhelming anger he would face from his brother when he returned, he felt utterly hopeless. He turned to look at Shangguan Junyi, only to see the beauty already by Zhong Wen's side, holding his arm affectionately, her eyes full of admiration: "Husband, you are so amazing. Young Master Nangong has practiced for nearly thirty years more than you, yet he still lost to you."

"Of course, how can that impotent old man compare to me?" Zhong Wen gently lifted Shangguan Junyi's delicate chin, a lecherous smile on his face, "Speaking of which, my dear, don't you know how amazing I am?"

"Disgusting!" Shangguan Junyi's fair face blushed, shy and charming, "There are still others here."

As she spoke, she glanced at Nangong Lin, her eyes filled with disdain and more coldness.

Nangong Lin's heart was bleeding.

"My dear, let's go to the room," Zhong Wen, drooling at the corner of his mouth, couldn't wait any longer. He leered and carried Shangguan Junyi's delicate body in his arms, heading towards the courtyard, "Let you see how 'amazing' your husband is!"

The courtyard echoed with Shangguan Junyi's silver laughter.

Nangong Lin stood dazedly, watching the two disappear into the courtyard gate. His chest felt heavy, and his heart felt like it was breaking.

"Uncle, quickly go down the mountain," Nangong Ling sighed, looking at her once handsome and graceful uncle, now with a face swollen like a pig's head. She handed him a spirit crystal ticket and turned to leave.

Seeing the show was over, the crowd dispersed. The little girl felt sympathetic towards the middle-aged man who had been beaten by Zhong Wen, wanting to comfort him, but was dragged away by Liu Qiqi and others.

Passing by Nangong Lin, Shangguan Mingyue glanced at his swollen head with disdain, feeling a great sense of relief. Her long-standing resentment had dissipated by half. She just "hmmphed" and ignored him, walking towards the Fragrant Flower Palace.

Soon, the courtyard gate was closed, leaving Nangong Lin alone outside. In the sunlight, his shadow behind him looked incredibly lonely.

...

"Little brother, are you done hugging?" Shangguan Junyi said, half pleased and half scolding.

"Sister, your touch is so good, I can't stop hugging you," Zhong Wen said with a smile.

"Pervert." Shangguan Junyi rolled her eyes and said coquettishly, "We planned this beforehand, but you added a lot of extra scenes, taking advantage of me."

"Isn't it for the performance effect? I'm sure you won't blame me," Zhong Wen said, a bit embarrassed. He had indeed added many intimate actions with Shangguan Junyi.

"Husband, do you want me to clean your ears?" Shangguan Junyi suddenly wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her breath warm in his ear.

Zhong Wen, already a bit aroused, blushed and his heart raced at her sweet "husband."

The two looked into each other's eyes, saying nothing. From Shangguan Junyi's gentle gaze, Zhong Wen read a sense of relief and genuine gratitude.

Following the movie script, should I kiss her?

Facing this alluring beauty, he knew he shouldn't get involved in more romantic entanglements, but he couldn't help feeling a bit tempted.

"Quickly put Aunt down!" Shangguan Mingyue's angry voice came from behind.

Zhong Wen turned to see the young lady of the Shangguan family, her lips pursed, glaring at him angrily. The golden three-leaf clover embroidered on her red short shirt moved with her rapid breathing.

"Mingyue... Miss Shangguan, this... just now, I and Sister Shangguan were just acting, to teach that Nangong Second a lesson. There was no intention to be disrespectful," Zhong Wen laughed and put down Shangguan Junyi.

Feeling the soft touch and faint fragrance left in his hands, he was somewhat reluctant to let go.

"You have a talent for acting," Shangguan Mingyue said coldly. In the Great Qian Empire, actors were not highly regarded, and the term had a slight derogatory connotation.

"Can't compare to Miss Shangguan," Zhong Wen laughed, "You joined in the act so seamlessly, your intelligence and acting skills are truly admirable!"

"Who joined in seamlessly with you!" Shangguan Mingyue pouted and hurriedly pulled Shangguan Junyi's hand, "Aunt, let's talk over there."

For some reason, seeing Zhong Wen and Shangguan Junyi being overly intimate, she felt a bit annoyed.

Zhong Wen touched his nose, smiling bitterly. He saw Shangguan Junyi, pulled away by the young lady, turn back and wink at him playfully, her eyes full of charm, making his heart flutter.

What a vixen!

He stood there for a while, shook his head, and sighed, slowly returning to his room.

After closing the door and sitting quietly for a long time, he cleared his mind and took out the high-level spirit pattern disk he had commissioned Shangguan Mingyue to purchase, starting to draw the "Spirit Gathering Pattern."

Even in ancient times, the "Spirit Gathering Pattern" was considered a high-level spirit pattern. Zhong Wen's spirit pattern knowledge came from the Medicine King Valley, and his level was limited. He made many mistakes and failed several times before finally grasping the essentials and completing the first "Spirit Gathering Pattern."

He took out a spirit crystal core from his storage ring and embedded it in the spirit pattern disk. The spirit crystal core instantly lit up, and the disk glowed with a radiant light, illuminating the entire room.

In a moment, the surrounding spiritual energy seemed to be drawn by a mysterious force, gathering towards the "Spirit Gathering Pattern." The spiritual energy above the disk was so dense that it formed a small vortex, slowly rotating and continuously absorbing and releasing spiritual energy. After being "swallowed" by the vortex, the spiritual energy became purer. Zhong Wen approached the vortex, took a deep breath, and felt the "One Qi Longevity Technique" circulating in his body start to flow rapidly, quickly converging in his dantian. The cultivation speed was much faster than before.

What an amazing Spirit Gathering Pattern!

Zhong Wen suppressed his excitement and closed his eyes, looking at the "New Huazang Pavilion" panel in his mind.

"Task 2 completed: Successfully refined the 'Spirit Gathering Pattern.' Please draw a card for the task reward: 1. The True Story of Ah Q; 2.醍醐灌頂 (one volume); 3. Heavenly Wisdom Finger."

"Congratulations, you have received the reward:醍醐灌頂 (one volume)!"

"Phew!"

Zhong Wen wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, secretly relieved he didn't draw "The True Story of Ah Q." At this moment, the task panel also changed:

"Task 2: Successfully refine the 'Heavenly Sword,' earn one draw chance."

Heavenly Sword?

Will I be asked to refine a Dragon Slaying Saber next?

Zhong Wen looked at the magical Task 2, feeling a mix of emotions.

"Thunder Sound Valley" was a famous refining sect in ancient times. Zhong Wen had the entire knowledge of Thunder Sound Valley's spirit weapons in his mind. Refining a Heavenly Sword was not difficult, and even the materials needed could be found in Thunder Sound Valley's material library. However, these precious minerals nominally belonged to Shen Dachui, and Zhong Wen was not yet comfortable asking the old man for them.

He drew a few more "Spirit Gathering Patterns," and as the sky darkened, Zhong Wen stood up, stretched, and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

...

Deep into the night, a figure tiptoed to Leng Wushuang's room.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

The door opened, revealing Leng Wushuang's beautiful face.

She covered her face with her delicate hand, yawned, her eyes slightly dazed. Her white nightgown couldn't hide her alluring curves, and the top of her chest was pushed up, revealing a triangle of snow-white skin.

Zhong Wen felt his nose start to bleed.

"Zhong Wen?" Leng Wushuang rubbed her sleepy eyes, looking a bit dazed.

"Wushuang, are you asleep?" Zhong Wen rubbed his hands and smiled slyly.

"Not yet." Leng Wushuang shook her head and yawned again, "I was just about to lie down. What's up?"

"Tonight I can't sleep, so I thought I'd come over to 'cultivate' with you." Zhong Wen had a strange expression.

"Cultivate?" Leng Wushuang didn't understand why cultivation needed to be done together.

Before she could ask, Zhong Wen's right hand was already on her crown: "Topping the Head with Nectar!"

Shortly, a cultivation technique called "Yin-Yang Bliss Zen" appeared in her mind.

Leng Wushuang's face instantly turned red, and she looked at Zhong Wen with a shy and affectionate gaze.

Zhong Wen laughed and pulled her fiery body into his arms, kicking the door shut with his foot...