Chapter 91: Chapter 91: Mo Wen’s Return (Part 2)

Shi Lei watched Wang Xuan walk away with a sense of disappointment. He Lianshan walking beside him said indifferently, “A poor boy is just a poor boy; Wang Xuan is merely a junior instructor. It’s ridiculous how you all get so excited just because he teaches you something, considering him as someone extraordinary.

But then again, compared to you guys, Wang Xuan is at least an instructor. His skills are far beyond your reach, something only to be admired.”

After speaking these inexplicable words, He Lianshan walked away, leaving a furious Shi Lei behind.

“That bastard!” Shi Lei suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of disgust towards someone, and He Lianshan achieved it.

As He Lianshan walked away, he was actually quite angry with Wang Xuan and couldn’t understand this instructor.

As the first student to comprehend Mixed Element Stance Meditation, master Fierce Bull Fist Fist Force, and even grasp Fist Momentum, his speed surpassed other students. Anyone could see his perception.

With such talent, shouldn’t he be given extra attention and be cultivated with emphasis? It wouldn’t even be too much to recommend him to some elders.

Yet, Wang Xuan never paid attention, seemingly blind to his talent, without the slightest intention of “looking up to him one more time,” treating him no differently than Shi Lei and the others.

This made He Lianshan very annoyed.

“You may look down on me today, ignore me, but someday, I will make it impossible for you not to look up to me!” He Lianshan vowed secretly in his heart.

His eyes scanned the martial arts hall, searching for an instructor with “vision.” Since Wang Xuan did not value him, surely he could find a discerning instructor elsewhere?

As a reincarnated Earth Immortal, his capabilities were far beyond what a Body Refining Realm instructor could imagine. One day, he would make Wang Xuan regret; of this, He Lianshan was confident.

Riding the city’s floating rail, Wang Xuan headed to the laboratory. It had been nearly a month since he last visited. The upcoming journey to the Eight-armed Celestial King Realm was extremely dangerous, so he came to bid farewell, maybe to leave some instructions.

Senior sister Lin Cheng had been very supportive since he started university, even dedicating herself to researching ways to help his once frail physique, and many of the lab’s research findings were applied to him.

Lin Cheng’s core research topic was developing a potion capable of improving human bone structure, altering innate talent.

This topic was incredibly challenging, like an impossible task for a small lab, no matter how much money you burned into it.

The research largely stemmed from his previously damaged foundation, and Lin Cheng wanted to help solve this problem and renew his cultivation path.

Although Lin Cheng often said it was because he was a shareholder that he benefited from the lab’s outcomes, Wang Xuan could feel his senior sister’s concern. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have continuously invested funds to support Lin Cheng’s research, even now that his body had fully recovered.

As he approached the lab, Wang Xuan noticed a young man exiting, dressed flamboyantly in designer brands, realizing immediately it was Lin Cheng’s brother Ling Tian.

Likewise, Ling Tian saw the approaching Wang Xuan and felt rather displeased, like seeing a toad hoping to eat swan meat.

He walked away with large strides, looking down at Wang Xuan, asking, “Why are you here? Didn’t I warn you not to disturb my sister anymore? Do you have a hearing problem?”

Over the years, he had repeatedly warned Wang Xuan to stay away from his sister Lin Cheng because Ling Tian really couldn’t stand Wang Xuan, this ordinary, penniless, powerless man.

As for matching families, Wang Xuan was definitely not a good match in his eyes for Lin Cheng. If she were with Wang Xuan, Lin Cheng might suffer a lifetime.

Wang Xuan glanced at him calmly, saying, “You know what kind of person your sister is. She is independent, not someone subordinate to you.

She knows better than you who she wants as friends and what kind of social circle she desires. Your tendency to dictate will only make your sister unhappy.”

“Are you trying hard to approach my sister, thinking as a toad to eat swan meat, hoping to climb up the Ling family? Dream on!

I tell you, that’s impossible! Give up already, I, Ling Tian, will never let you succeed, humph!”

Ling Tian felt displeased, having always disliked Wang Xuan, not for anything else but to ensure his sister Lin Cheng stayed away from Wang Xuan.

Though he often accused Lin Cheng of being blind, he wouldn’t blame her. All his dissatisfaction naturally fell upon Wang Xuan.

“You don’t respect your sister enough,” Wang Xuan said blandly. “Though you claim every bit is for her good, you never ask her what she wants nor consider her opinions.

You think I’m not fit for your sister, but truly you mean that if I were to become your brother-in-law, you would feel humiliated, and the Ling family would be disgraced.

So, simply say you hate me instead of masking it with ’for your sister’s sake,’ bothering me.

This way is truly childish.”

Ling Tian was instantly provoked by Wang Xuan’s words, making him extremely embarrassed: “You bastard, what nonsense are you spouting!”

With those words, he moved swiftly, fists and feet creating whistling sounds as he attacked Wang Xuan, showing he indeed practiced martial arts.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three sounds echoed as blows powerful enough to crack stone fell upon Wang Xuan, yet he remained unmoved, instead forcing Ling Tian to take several steps back.

“Have you had enough? If you’ve finished, go on home; stop running wild outside and making your parents worry,” Wang Xuan said indifferently.

To him, Ling Tian’s actions were like a child throwing a tantrum, completely dismissible.

Ling Tian felt humiliated because Wang Xuan utterly ignored him, treating him like a child. How dare he speak to him like this?

This disregard was what enraged him more.

In a fit of rage, he charged again, drawing a dagger from his waist, thrusting at Wang Xuan.

Wang Xuan looked at him lightly, “Stop.”

At the command, Ling Tian’s spirit became dazed, his movements indeed halting, standing there blankly.

Wang Xuan drew the dagger from Ling Tian’s hand, spinning it twice, then casually squeezed it, shattering it into dozens of pieces.

“Sit down.”

At the instruction, Ling Tian obediently sat down.

With a snap of fingers, Ling Tian regained consciousness, sitting on the ground, overwhelmed with terror as he asked, “Wang Xuan, what did you do to me?”

Wang Xuan had somehow turned him into a puppet, stopping at his command, sitting when told.

This lack of control, being manipulated, was terrifying, filling him with fear.

“You don’t even know what I did; you’re truly naive. Hope you have some self-awareness and stop bothering me.

Otherwise, I won’t mind giving you a little punishment.”

As Wang Xuan’s cultivation level increased and his spirit strengthened, Ling Tian was no longer a concern in Wang Xuan’s eyes; this was the confidence of the strong.

With his hypnosis ability, he could even make Ling Tian willingly commit suicide, easily controlling his life.

Of course, he wouldn’t do that, for abusing power invites trouble, and Ling Tian’s offense didn’t deserve death. In fact, their grievances were not significant.

Wang Xuan had his own limits, clearly knowing what he should or shouldn’t do, with his own standards of measure.

After saying this, Wang Xuan didn’t wish to continue entangling with Ling Tian, striding away.

Gazing at the pieces of the dagger underfoot, Ling Tian realized Wang Xuan was no longer the poor boy he once perceived; he had grown.

Both fearing and fuming, he climbed into his multimillion-dollar flashy sports car, igniting it and speeding away, driving fiercely all the way.

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