After stretching his limbs, Zuan assessed his strength, which was roughly equivalent to the strength of a little over 200 normal adult men.
I felt like I was becoming more like Superman, but then I suddenly remembered that the cars in my previous life had about a hundred horsepower each. If you really calculated my strength, it might not even be as good as a car running at full power.
But thinking about it from another perspective, running almost as fast as a car is practically inhuman. I wonder just how terrifying the power of those with even higher cultivation levels in this world is.
Actually, this shows his lack of common sense. Cultivators in this world, in the later stages, can borrow the power of heaven and earth, which cannot be simply measured by the accumulation of human strength.
With nothing else to do, he went to the quiet room to see how Cheng Shouping was doing with copying the family secrets, and wondered how many people he had hired.
When he arrived outside the quiet room, he found Cheng Shouping gritting his teeth and writing furiously, all by himself.
Zuan: "..."
This guy is greedy for money, he's unwilling to spend a single penny to hire people.
But since he's willing to do it this way, let him copy it slowly.
Zuan turned and walked away, but when he returned to his door, he suddenly stopped and stared at the broken hair on the door latch, his whole body tensing up.
Ever since he learned that someone in his household wanted to kill him, he had been on high alert, even leaving small traps on the door every time he went out. Now, it was clear that someone had entered his room before, but he didn't know if they were still there.
He took a deep breath, quietly tucked the fatal dagger into his sleeve, and then gently pushed open the door and went inside. Having just leveled up, he wanted to test his strength.
As soon as he entered the door, a gust of wind came from behind the door, and a delicate black figure attacked him. Zu An was prepared and dodged with a lazy roll. Then he thrust his deadly dagger at the figure.
The man clearly hadn't expected his whereabouts to be exposed, and given the speed of the other party, he seemed to have no time to dodge and was stabbed by the knife.
Zuan was not happy, because he realized that the tip of the dagger had not pierced the other party's body, but had pierced a phantom.
"Huh?" The pretty figure was already half-squatting on the table several meters away, her tone filled with shock. First, the other party's reaction was so fast, which was obviously different from the cowardly image she remembered. Second, the dagger in the other party's hand was so sharp that it easily cut through her protective energy armor and cut off a piece of her clothes. If she hadn't been fast enough, she would probably have been injured just now.
Zuan was also sizing her up. She was dressed in black from head to toe, and even her hair was covered up. Judging from her clear and melodious voice, she was obviously a woman, and probably an extremely beautiful one at that.
Just now, in order to dodge my killing move, my opponent was half-lying on the table like a female leopard, which made her figure even more graceful. Coupled with her beautiful eyes, it was clear that there must be a beautiful face under the veil.
Zu'an noticed a hint of familiarity in the other person's eyes. A thought flashed through his mind, and he blurted out, "Xue'er!"
The man in black trembled, slowly pulling off his mask to reveal a face that seemed both charming and reproachful, but now his brows were filled with frost: "You're actually a cultivator?"
The other party reacted so quickly; how could an ordinary person possibly do that?
Zuan smiled slightly: "Aren't you the same?"
Xue'er said in a deep voice, "You've always presented yourself as a coward, but it turns out you were just pretending to be weak to deceive others. What exactly is your purpose?"
Zu An sighed: "With your high level of cultivation, you are willing to lie low in the Chu family as a lowly maid. Shouldn't I be asking you what your purpose is?"
Xue'er snorted coldly: "Whatever it is doesn't matter anymore, you're going to die today!"
Zuan couldn't help but exclaim, "You're too cruel! We've been intimate, after all. As the saying goes, even a day as husband and wife is worth a hundred days of kindness..."
Before he could finish speaking, Xue'er interrupted him: "Shut up!"
Anger level from Qiao Xueying +444!
She harbored deep resentment over this incident, and every time she dreamt of her innocent body being defiled by his hateful hands, she would wake up from the nightmare.
Because they had been bickering for a while, she retorted without backing down, "You're not even a man, how dare you say that?" As she spoke, she glanced at his crotch with disdain, her words dripping with sarcasm.
He thought the other party would be furious or extremely ashamed, but to his surprise, Zu'an acted as if nothing had happened: "Although it fell short at the last minute, the situation at that time was still half a day, so that's equivalent to fifty days of friendship. Are you really that heartless?"
A day as husband and wife is worth a hundred days of kindness; what the hell is a half-day marriage worth fifty days of kindness!
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It's already 6 o'clock! I completely forgot the time. Sorry.
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