Being forced to grow like a pig? But I'm immune to the consequences!

In Wu Sheng's principles, his own safety always comes first. If the other party truly doesn't know their own mortality...

He didn't mind eliminating potential problems in advance.

In the morning, after taking the potential-enhancing potion, Wu Sheng once again immersed himself in the cycle of yoga. Under the influence of the potion, he could clearly feel his power surging and accumulating within his muscles and bones. Breaking through to the fourth level of Body Tempering before the third assessment was now a certainty.

He had a premonition that beyond the fourth floor would be a completely different world.

……

Outer city, riverbank dock.

A respectable passenger ship slowly docked. Such ships were not for ordinary residents of the settlement; those who traveled on them were mostly people with a bit more wealth or who needed to go in and out of the inner city for business.

In the sparse crowd, a man in a sharp suit stepped onto the dock. He had a square face and, while not particularly handsome, his respectable attire, which stood out against the dilapidated surroundings, and the air of orderliness that unconsciously emanated from him, setting him apart from the outsiders, were enough to make him the center of attention.

After getting ashore, the man did not linger and walked straight towards a certain gathering place.

Soon after, he appeared in the shantytown managed by Liu Xuezheng.

"Wenbo is back!"

"Wow, Wenbo! You're getting more and more impressive!"

"Look at that outfit! It really has the air of an inner-city nobleman!"

"Wenbo, come over for a meal..."

The residents of the settlement swarmed around him like flies to honey, their faces beaming with obsequious smiles. The man—Xu Wenbo—politely declined their advances with a perfectly measured, friendly smile.

"Dear uncles and aunts, I appreciate your kind words. I just got back and need to go home first. I also need to talk to Uncle Liu about something. We can meet another day."

Liu Xuezheng's home was unusually tidy. In a decent-looking reception room, the two men sat facing each other.

Liu Xuezheng stood up somewhat awkwardly and poured Xu Wenbo a cup of coarse tea.

"Wenbo, what brings you back this time...?" he asked cautiously.

Xu Wenbo picked up his teacup but didn't drink it, his gaze slightly darkening: "Xiaofei has told me everything about what happened at home."

Liu Xuezheng's Adam's apple bobbed, and he silently took a sip of tea without replying.

Xu Wenbo put down his cup, his voice calm but tinged with coldness: "I really didn't expect that the usually quiet kid from the Wu family would have such audacity."

"So what are you planning to do...?" Liu Xuezheng asked tentatively.

Xu Wenbo's facade of humility slowly crumbled, revealing a wolf-like ruthlessness in his eyes: "If there's a problem, it naturally needs to be resolved. If they were content to behave, perhaps I would offer some compensation. But it seems that kid is a ruthless character. Keeping someone like that around is like keeping a time bomb that could explode at any moment."

He leaned forward slightly, his tone resolute: "Since you've started, you have to go all the way. Hesitation will only sow the seeds of your own downfall."

A flicker of struggle crossed Liu Xuezheng's face: "Was it... necessary to go this far?"

"Uncle Liu," Xu Wenbo chuckled lightly, but his smile was devoid of any warmth, "I learned a lesson in the inner city: the enmity of those who obstruct the way is irreconcilable. In this matter, there is no room for compromise between him and me."

He paused, his gaze piercing Liu Xuezheng like needles: "Besides, Uncle Liu, you're not entirely uninvolved in this either. Do you really think that kid won't hold a grudge against you?"

Liu Xuezheng fell silent, his fingers unconsciously tracing the rough surface of the cup. After a long while, he said hoarsely, "Is doing this... safe? The rules of the inner city..."

In Yangon, life was cheap in the outer city, but the nobles in the inner city outwardly valued "order" and strictly prohibited open killing.

Xu Wenbo's lips curled into a mocking smile: "I'm just a 'quasi-martial artist.' I taught two lowly out-of-towners a lesson for offending me, and I accidentally went a little too far. Who would bother me with such a trivial matter?"

Seeing that Liu Xuezheng's expression relaxed, Xu Wenbo stood up: "There's no time to lose, I'll go 'check on' them right now."

"Wenbo," Liu Xuezheng suddenly called out to him, a hint of embarrassment and urgency on his face, "that... about me retiring in the inner city..."

Xu Wenbo paused, his back seemingly stiffening for a moment, but when he turned around, he was back to normal, his smile incredibly sincere: "Uncle Liu, you can rest assured. Xiao Fei is exceptionally talented, and with my help, becoming a martial artist is practically guaranteed. Then, with just a word from him, you can go to the city and enjoy a life of luxury—it'll all be a piece of cake, won't it?"

……

Gathering Site No. 2, in front of Mohan's shack.

Wu Yu was sitting on a small stool with Mohan's mother, Alena, picking vegetables. Alena had lost her husband early and raised several children alone, so she knew the hardships of raising them. Wu Yu's gentleness and diligence quickly won over her and the children's hearts. These days, the two families got along like a real family.

"Wu Yu, are you thinking about me again?" A-Lian asked softly when she saw that Wu Yu was lost in thought.

Wu Yu snapped out of her daze and forced a smile: "We've only been apart for a few days, but I'm already worried about him. I'm afraid he'll suffer there and be bullied."

"Let's go see the two brothers together in a few days," Alena comforted.

Just then, a neighbor rushed in and called into the house, "Wu Yu! Someone's looking for you!"

Wu Yu stood up, somewhat puzzled: "Who is it?"

"I don't recognize him. He was wearing a suit, very respectable, like... a big shot from the inner city." The neighbor gestured to indicate the name, his tone filled with awe and curiosity.

Before the words were even finished, a figure in a sharp suit appeared outside the low doorway. He blocked the light, casting a somber shadow in front of the door.

Wu Yu felt the person looked familiar, and frowned as she looked closely: "You are...?"

"Sister Yu, it's been a long time." Xu Wenbo stood at the door with an unsettling, scrutinizing smile on his face. "Where's your son? I came here specifically to see him."

Upon hearing the voice, Wu Yu instantly recognized the person. Her pupils contracted slightly, and she took a half-step back warily: "Xu Wenbo? What are you doing here?"

"Sister Yu, you're being too polite." Xu Wenbo's tone was calm, yet it carried a condescending and oppressive air. "With such a major incident at home, how could I not come back to see them?"

As he spoke, he naturally peeked out, his gaze sweeping across the simple shed like a searchlight, as if searching for a figure.

Alena immediately stood up, blocking Wu Yu's path, hands on her hips, and shouted rudely, "Who are you? You're not welcome here, get out!"

Xu Wenbo raised an eyebrow slightly, as if he had heard something interesting, and his gaze fell on Alianna: "Not welcoming me? It's not wise to speak to a 'quasi-martial artist' from the inner city in this tone."

No sooner had he finished speaking than he ignored Alena's attempts to stop him and stepped into the house.

The shed was dimly lit, and the atmosphere instantly turned icy. Wu Yu's heart clenched, and her hand instinctively gripped the hem of her clothes.