One person: Lu family bodyguard, who shattered Longhu Mountain with a single palm strike.

Lin Mo sat on the wooden board in the high-temperature sauna. As the system's mechanical voice faded, a vast and boundless flow of information instantly flooded into his mind.

[The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms (Max Level) has been successfully inherited!]

Golden true energy surged through Lin Mo's body, and faintly, the sound of a dragon's roar seemed to echo in his meridians.

Lin Mo felt as if he were holding two lumps of lava in his palms, and a terrifying heat spread through his arms.

The hand bones, already tempered to be incredibly tough by the Iron Palm Technique, underwent another qualitative change under the domineering true meaning of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.

Every muscle fiber was soaked with that extremely powerful and fierce palm force. With a casual clench, the air seemed to be crushed, producing a subtle popping sound.

"Another palm strike?"

Lin Mo looked at his hands, which shimmered with a faint platinum-gold luster, and a helpless smile appeared on his lips. "It seems the system is determined to make me speed ahead on the path of supermodel hand chop."

Iron Palm Kung Fu focuses on the extreme sharpness and power of the external style, while the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms represents the pinnacle of the internal style's unparalleled fierceness.

With the two combined, Lin Mo felt that his hands were now like two fully charged high-frequency lightsabers.

"If we don't follow the usual path, and don't use the moves of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, but just compress the Subduing Dragon Force and the century-old Nine Yang True Qi into the palm tip..." Lin Mo simulated that scene in his mind and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

This cutting power is probably far more outrageous than those so-called peerless divine weapons.

If you were to activate the newly maxed-out Five Thunder Heavenly Heart Technique, the high temperature and paralyzing properties of lightning, combined with extreme pure violence...

Lin Mo was confident that in this world, anything that dared to stand in his way would be reduced to dust with a single palm strike.

With this thought in mind, Lin Mo felt a little itchy to do it.

His internal energy flowed through his meridians, and he was just about to try out a trace of the Five Thunder Heavenly Heart Technique's thunder energy.

Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

That familiar yet terrifying sense of the convergence of heaven and earth reappeared, as if a pair of eyes were watching him from above, ready to unleash a lightning tribulation at any moment.

"Stop! Stop right now!"

Lin Mo broke out in a cold sweat and quickly cut off the operation of the Five Thunder Heavenly Heart Technique.

"I almost forgot, this Thunder-Breaking Technique is already at its maximum level. If I were to seriously practice and cultivate it, I might be rejected by this world and be sent straight to ascension." Lin Mo wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Fortunately, as long as one doesn't immerse oneself in cultivation, and simply uses lightning magic as a type of true energy attribute when fighting or working, it won't trigger the dangerous mechanism of forced ascension.

"That's enough, I've earned enough for today. I'll save the new skills for later."

Lin Mo stretched his limbs, pushed open the wooden door of the sauna room with satisfaction, walked to the rest area outside, and casually wiped the sweat off his body with a towel.

After changing into his cheap casual clothes, Lin Mo strolled over to the private lounge on the top floor of the Tianxia Club.

Lu Linglong and Feng Shayan had already changed into refreshing casual clothes. Feng Shayan wore a black tank top with high-waisted wide-leg pants, looking both capable and sexy; Lu Linglong wore a pink sporty mini skirt, exuding youthful energy.

The two were sitting in a booth by the window, with several bottles of low-alcohol fruit wine and some delicate snacks on the table, chatting happily.

Seeing Lin Mo approach, Lu Linglong waved to him: "Busy man, you finally left the sauna? Come and sit down, Sister Shayan is telling me some gossip about the world of supernatural beings."

Lin Mo walked over, sat down opposite the two, and poured himself a glass of ice water.

"What gossip? I'll listen if it's free, but I'll pass if it's paid." Lin Mo said lazily, holding his cup.

Feng Shayan picked up her wine glass, took a sip, and shook her head with a smile: "Mr. Lin really can't stop talking about his profession. We were just talking about the recent developments in the industry. My father went to Longhu Mountain and learned that the Celestial Master is going to hold the Luotian Grand Ritual, and the participants have been expanded to include people under 30 years old from the entire industry."

"Moreover, this time they will also be choosing a successor to the Celestial Master, so things are not going to be peaceful in the circle."

"It's good that things aren't peaceful." Lin Mo's eyes lit up as he put down his water glass. "Peace means orders, and orders mean money to be made."

Lu Linglong rolled her eyes at him, annoyed: "All you care about is money! Although you're very capable, don't blame me for not warning you, there are all kinds of people in the supernatural world, and many of them even use underhanded methods."

"Don't let your guard down just because you have high cultivation."

"As long as the reward is right, I'd do anything, even if the target is one of the Ten Elders."

Lin Mo waved his hand dismissively, then took out his phone to check the time.

Lu Linglong and Feng Shayan were speechless. This expert who would sell anything for money, only he would dare to say such a thing.

5:40 PM.

"Bosses, since you've already finished get off work, I won't disturb your get-together."

Lin Mo stood up, stretched, and said, "If there's no extra overtime required, I'll go to the e-sports room to play games."

Lu Linglong pouted, grabbed a small cushion from the table, and threw it at him: "Can't you have a little fun? We've been in Tianjin for several days now, and Sister Shayan and I are planning to go shopping at the mall. Don't you want to go and see what's going on?"

Lin Mo easily caught the cushion and casually placed it back on the sofa, his expression very serious: "Boss, the security level at the Tianxia Hui headquarters is very high. As long as you don't wander off, there's basically no danger."

He paused, then added, "Of course, if you're willing to pay five hundred dollars an hour for off-hours companionship, I'd be happy to work part-time as a bag carrier."

"Dream on! I'll go myself!"

Lu Linglong turned her head angrily and grabbed Feng Shayan's arm.

"Sister Shayan, let's go, let's ignore this money-grubbing guy."

Feng Shayan was amused. She stood up gracefully and nodded to Lin Mo: "Then I wish Mr. Lin a pleasant game. We'll be back after we're done."

"Have fun, you two. Remember to call me immediately if you encounter any danger. Your attendance fee is negotiable."

Lin Mo waved his hand, turned around and walked towards the e-sports room at the end of the corridor without looking back.

Watching his dashing departure, Lu Linglong gritted her teeth and muttered under her breath, "What a weirdo. What kind of bodyguard would leave his employer to play games instead..."

Feng Shayan patted her on the shoulder and teased, "What's wrong? Can't bear to part with your handsome bodyguard?"

"No way! I wish he would stay away from me so he wouldn't be eyeing my allowance every day!" Lu Linglong's cheeks flushed slightly as she pulled Feng Shayan toward the elevator.

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at the same time.

Thousands of miles away from Tianjin, nestled among rolling mountains in the west, lies a quaint village.

This is Jia Family Village, renowned in the world of supernatural beings for its art of manipulating objects, and known as the "Sword Immortals."

At this moment, the atmosphere in the ancestral hall at the very center of Jiajia Village was so oppressive that it seemed as if water could drip from it.

A dozen or so village elders and leaders stood on either side, each with an extremely gloomy expression.

Above the ancestral hall, Master Jia, the eldest uncle of the current clan head of Jiajia Village, was holding a cane, his chest heaving violently.

……