Anyway, Li Changfeng has plenty of money.
It doesn't matter anymore.
Is one million really too much to pay for such a master of ancient martial arts?
No!
Normally, it should only be lower, not higher.
Previously, Nie Wuliang was undiscovered and lived a poor life, relying on underground boxing matches to treat his sister's illness. Now, he is a treasure.
If someone knew that he had already reached the Lesser Grandmaster realm, there would be plenty of people willing to hire him for an annual salary of tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions.
Especially family-based forces.
With him in charge, the family's stability can be guaranteed.
Master-level ancient martial arts practitioners are extremely rare, truly exceptional.
Not to mention a small place like Jinghai, you can't find one like it even in the entire provincial capital.
The minor master is not something common or readily available.
Moreover, Nie Wuliang is still so young, and he has a lot of room for improvement in the future.
If one day you reach the level of a Grandmaster, you'll become rich.
Helping his sister cure her incurable illness is like giving her a second chance at life. He is so grateful that Nie Wuliang will surely be loyal to her for life.
This is how most of the assassins in ancient times were recruited.
They are either deeply indebted to someone who lends a helping hand when someone is down on their luck, or they are trained from a young age and instilled with certain ideas. The origins of suicide squads are basically nothing more than these two types.
Once Nie Wuliang reaches the Grandmaster level, it won't be a matter of money anymore.
...
"Here, have a smoke." Li Changfeng called Nie Wuliang out, and the two sat in the car.
Li Changfeng offered him a cigarette.
"Won't you get such a nice car dirty?" Nie Wuliang asked apologetically.
"It's fine, go ahead and smoke, it's not my car anyway."
Ye Zihan: "..."
So I'm just destined to die?
"Forget it, I won't smoke anymore." Nie Wuliang waved his hand.
"I won't force you." Li Changfeng lit a cigarette for himself.
"When you brought Xiaoshuang to Jinghai, did you encounter any obstacles from the Fang family of Jiangnan?"
“My sister was being watched over by members of the Fang family at the hospital, but they were all good-for-nothings. I knocked them unconscious with a single karate chop,” Nie Wuliang recalled.
"After that, I immediately brought my sister to Jinghai."
"The Fang family must have known I was gone that day, and they probably guessed that my mission had failed."
"I'm going to Jiangnan today. You're in charge of Ye Zihan's safety until I return," Li Changfeng instructed.
"You'll sleep in the RV tonight."
Is he trying to hog all the food? Does he subconsciously consider the women in the villa to be his own?
Thinking about it, there's nothing wrong with what I did.
One is his own sister, Mu Xiaodie; another is his secret girlfriend, Shen Qiqi; and the third is his employer—all women. Cough cough, it's inconvenient for a grown man like him to live there.
"I understand. With me here, you can rest assured, boss." Nie Wuliang was confident.
He did exactly as Li Changfeng instructed.
"Unless you take my head, Miss Ye will be unharmed."
"I believe you. Go ahead, I've already spoken to Zihan."
"Okay." Nie Wuliang nodded and got out of the car.
Then, Li Changfeng drove off towards Jiangnan.
"Master, wait for me!" A Porsche frantically chased after them.
This clingy creature.
They'll find any loophole and exploit it; they'll find a way in anywhere.
Ji Bochang would seize any opportunity that presented itself.
Jiangnan is a bit far from Jinghai. It takes a whole day to drive there, at least eight or nine hours. If you stop briefly to eat or take a nap, it can take more than ten hours.
Li Changfeng was full of energy and had profound internal strength, so he could finish the job in one go without needing to rest.
Poor Ji Bochang.
It was already evening when we arrived in Jiangnan, and all the streetlights were turned on, illuminating every road.
I must say, the night view here is beautiful, captivating at every turn.
Some small towns are even more breathtaking, as if they have traveled back to ancient times, with bluestone, arched bridges, tiled bricks, flowing water, and houses all in the ancient style.
Wearing Hanfu would be more appropriate for the occasion.
Li Changfeng didn't come here to admire the scenery, nor would he idly visit some ancient towns.
Li Changfeng parked his car in front of a hotel, intending to check in and rest for a while.
Although I'm not tired, it's not the right time to start now; there's still some time before midnight.
You can't stay in the car for hours, can you?
The key issue is that he doesn't know the exact location of the Fang family's residence.
"Master, slow down!" Ji Bochang kept chasing after him and hurriedly ran forward.
"Why did you follow me?" Li Changfeng had noticed Ji Bochang was behind them a long time ago.
“You’re always at your master’s beck and call. How can you manage going out on your own without someone to take care of things?” Ji Bochang chuckled, then took out his ID card. “Waiter, get a presidential suite.”
"Yes, sir."
After finishing, Ji Bochang waved his arm and said, "Master, please."
“You don’t have to do that,” Li Changfeng shook his head.
"I'm happy, no amount of money can buy me that."
"You went to great lengths to become my disciple, don't you know there are age restrictions for martial artists?" The two rode the heavenly ladder to the top floor.
"Uh, what do you mean?" Ji Bochang was confused.
“You’ve long passed the prime age for learning martial arts. Now that your bones are fully formed, many things are already predetermined. Even if I take you in, I can’t mold you into a master,” Li Changfeng said objectively.
"No way? Master, you're so amazing, surely there's a way?"
"No," Li Changfeng said against his conscience.
He has a way, and Mu Xiaodie is the best example.
Over the past three days, Li Changfeng has been helping his sister regulate her meridians and using his internal energy to aid in the circulation of qi. Now, he is seeing results.
There was a kind of energy within my body, and it was circulating automatically.
"Damn it, don't try to fool me." Ji Bochang said with a mournful face.
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