An hour later, Li Wanji walked out of the kitchen looking refreshed. He saw Chen Lanyi holding Nuonuo while watching TV. Li Wanji called out, “Dinner’s ready, Yiyi.”
“Bastard, who gave you permission to call me that so intimately!” Chen Lanyi cursed, then carried Nuonuo over to the dining room.
…
Over the next ten days, Li Wanji stayed home cultivating the Supreme Yang Divine Technique. He consumed all of his Foundation-Nurturing Pills and broke through to the middle stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm in one go!
Of course, taking pills alone wasn’t enough. During this period, every other day he would sleep with the stunning beauty at home to ‘make babies.’ During the process of making babies, the balance of yin and yang allowed him to absorb the pure yin energy from the woman’s body, causing the pure yang energy within him to surge.
As the Dao De Jing says: “Isolated yin does not grow, isolated yang does not give birth.”
Li Wanji finally understood why the system had gifted this technique along with a dual cultivation technique. He sneered, “Hehe, Chen Fan… you probably never imagined that in just over a month, I’ve already advanced to the mid-stage. You took eight years just to reach the late stage!”
He hadn’t expected that Chen Lanyi would turn out to be the legendary Pure Yin Body. He discovered this during one of their sessions after his breakthrough. Her yin energy was incredibly abundant—so much so that she had no body hair at all, smooth and clean all over—except for her head, of course.
“It’s time to kill.”
Li Wanji’s eyes narrowed as he left the chilly underground chamber and went up to the first floor.
At this moment, Hong Yue and Zhao Xueji were training with weapons.
Hong Yue held a playing card and flicked it out with a swift motion. Thud! The corner of the card embedded itself deep into a wooden plank.
If that plank had been a human skull, the person would’ve died on the spot!
“Not bad,” Li Wanji nodded in satisfaction.
“Boss,” Hong Yue stopped and looked at him.
“I didn’t expect your progress to be so fast. I originally planned to send you out in a few days, but since you already have the ability to kill, let’s move today,” Li Wanji said.
“Boss, who are we killing?”
Hong Yue wasn’t afraid. She had killed before in the wild when someone tried to rob her of her gold. She and Hou Zi had worked together to kill him, buried the body in a remote mountain area, and no one had found it since.
“I want you to wipe out the Ling Clan,” Li Wanji said slowly.
“What?” Zhao Xueji froze upon hearing the command. Painful memories surged up in her mind, and hatred burned in her eyes.
“This is a throwing knife I refined. Hong Yue, since you like throwing knives, I’m giving it to you. This needle can be hidden in a boot—Xueji, it’s yours.”
He handed them each a weapon. These were made from materials taken from his company and refined by his own hands. Though the grade wasn’t high, they were still magical artifacts refined by a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator—superior to all conventional weapons.
After they accepted the weapons, Li Wanji made a few calls and arranged for a private jet to send them directly to the Shu region.
Once everything was settled, he called Xiao Dai.
“Tell Gu Qingning that I want to have a talk with her tomorrow night.”
“Okay,” Xiao Dai replied.
After hanging up, Li Wanji sneered coldly, “Heh, Gu Qingning, don’t call me cruel—this is something I learned from Chen Fan.”
…
“Xiaodong, happy birthday!”
Today was the birthday of the Ling Clan’s young master, Ling Xiaodong.
In the spacious villa, family, friends, and Ling Xiaodong’s girlfriend Lin Yi had all gathered to celebrate.
“Xiaodong, this is my gift to you.”
Lin Yi looked shy as she handed over a gift box and leaned close to whisper, “There’s another special gift for you tonight.”
“Xiaodong, happy birthday.”
His mother, Zheng Yiyun, looked at her son with doting eyes and also handed him a gift.
“Thanks, Mom.”
“No need to thank me. Oh, and this is from Qingning—she asked me to give it to you.”
Zheng Yiyun handed over a key.
“What’s this, Mom?” Ling Xiaodong asked.
“Take a guess.”
…
“Everyone’s here. Time to move,” said a woman in nightwear standing outside the courtyard.
“Mm!” Zhao Xueji nodded.
The two scaled the 5-meter-tall wall like spiders.
The moment they crossed over, Hong Yue threw out a flying knife aimed straight at Ling Xiaodong.
Whoosh!
A sharp sound sliced through the air.
“Shk!”
The next second, Ling Xiaodong—who had always been showered in affection—had his skull pierced. Hot blood sprayed onto Zheng Yiyun’s clothes.
He didn’t even have time to react. His head slumped, and he died instantly.
“Aaaah!!!”
Ling Xiaodong’s friends panicked.
“Don’t leave a single one alive,” Hong Yue said coldly.
She didn’t know who among them were Ling Clan members, but she would rather kill wrongly than let one go.
“How dare you!”
Two guards standing beside the old Ling patriarch roared in fury.
They were both tall and strong—each nearly 2 meters tall like small mountains.
They charged at the two women like raging tigers.
Hong Yue snorted and hurled two flying knives.
Shk! Shk!
Both knives pierced the hearts of the two bodyguards.
“Kill!”
Zhao Xueji’s beautiful eyes were full of hatred.
She quickly reached Ling Tiannan, pressing a steel needle to his forehead.
“Ling Tiannan, you never thought you’d see this day!” she said coldly.
“What… it’s you!” Ling Tiannan recognized the voice. His pupils shrank as he shouted, “You’re Zhao—”
Before he could finish, the needle pierced his brain. He died instantly.
That night, the entire Ling Clan was bathed in blood.
Ling Xiaodong’s friends were all killed as well.
This enraged many major families in the Shu region. They immediately sent people to investigate.
…
Meanwhile, in Mingyun City in the south.
Saint Hall Hotel, Room One.
On Gu Qingning’s side were her and Xie Yourong, representing Qingcheng International.
On Li Wanji’s side were Xiao Dai and Mo Ruyan.
“Since you asked to meet me, I assume you’ve already made your decision. Are you selling the entire company to me or just the formula?”
Gu Qingning was confident and smug. She had only used a small trick and the other party already folded. So much for being impressive.
“Miss Gu, you really are confident. I didn’t expect another beautiful lady to join as well,” Li Wanji said, looking at Xie Yourong.
This woman was 28 and used to be Chen Fan’s lover.
Back when she was living with her ex-boyfriend, he had secretly recorded intimate videos of her. Later, he tried to use those videos to blackmail her into maintaining their “card buddy” relationship.
Chen Fan found out, helped her retrieve the videos, and from then on, she followed him.
Xie Yourong raised her eyebrows fiercely and snapped, “What are you staring at? Never seen a beauty before? Are you selling or not? Spit it out already!”
“Before we discuss that, I want to show you both a video.”
Li Wanji smiled faintly, not the least bit upset.
He opened a video Hong Yue had just sent him, recorded on a sports camera—footage of the Ling Clan massacre.
It was extremely bloody.