Warning! A hidden dragon has emerged!

Half an hour later.

Qin Quan hurriedly pulled up his pants while gritting his teeth and cursing under his breath.

"You lunatic! If the boss fires me because of this, see how I deal with you!"

"Hehehe!"

Jiang Yao laughed so hard she nearly fell over, propping her head up with one hand, her messy hair cascading onto the bed. She beckoned to her fair, delicate hand and teased seductively:

"Little brat, it's too early. How about we do it again?"

"madman!"

Qin Quan cursed under his breath, grabbed his clothes and threw them on haphazardly, then rushed out the door as if fleeing.

boom!

The moment the door closed, the once alluring Jiang Yao deflated like a punctured balloon, collapsing limply onto the bed, her face flushed, and she murmured softly.

"This beast is simply too strong..."

As the saying goes: There is no land that cannot be plowed properly, only oxen that die from exhaustion.

That night, she gritted her teeth and persevered in order to break through her cultivation level.

But Qin Quan was treated like livestock.

Long hours and lots of energy.

They didn't give her a chance to breathe at all.

"Huh? I actually broke through to the eighth-grade Grandmaster!"

Sensing the changes within her body, Jiang Yao quickly looked inward at her dantian and was overjoyed.

A night of hard work has finally paid off.

All the effort was worth it!

……

Outside the door.

Qin Quan also sensed the changes deep within his dantian.

Originally, the supreme Dao Foundation had only one base, but somehow it suddenly gained three more layers.

Like a blazing sun, it floated above the boundless sea of ​​dantian, radiating a dazzling golden light.

"I've already broken through to the mid-Foundation Establishment stage?"

His brows were furrowed, and he felt like he was on a roller coaster.

Less than two days after breaking through the Foundation Establishment stage, he broke through again.

"Sister Yao clearly doesn't have a special physique, so why is she able to bring such great benefits? Is it because she's a martial artist, or is it because the three-year seal allowed me to accumulate strength and unleash it naturally?"

Qin Quan believes that either is possible.

Jiang Yao is both a martial artist and a virgin, and the primordial yin energy she has accumulated over nearly thirty years is even more concentrated than that of ordinary people with special physiques.

Of course, we cannot rule out the possibility that he sealed his cultivation and was accumulating strength for a later breakthrough.

"Haha. I like this kind of breakthrough speed."

I walked forward while pondering.

He had just come downstairs when he bumped into Lin Wanrou, who was walking towards him.

Qin Quan was stunned for a moment, his heart pounding wildly.

"Boss lady, what brings you here?"

"I waited for you at Qingshi Farm for more than half an hour, and you didn't answer your phone. I thought something had happened to you."

Lin Wanrou looked worried.

This was the powerful backer she had finally found, so she had to treat him well and make sure he didn't run away.

"Hey, what could possibly happen to me?"

Qin Quan snapped out of his daze, hurriedly opened the car door, and shoved Lin Wanrou inside.

"Come on, I'll take you to the company."

At that moment, he was extremely panicked.

He was passive in both one-night stands, yet he felt like a cheating scumbag.

Although Lin Wanrou was puzzled, she did not notice anything unusual.

After Qin Quan got into the passenger seat, he said softly:

"Let's go to the Lin family's house first, then to the company."

"Oh?"

Qin Quan was suddenly taken aback.

Lin Wanrou said last night that bringing gifts to the parents' house is considered meeting them; otherwise, it doesn't count.

Upon realizing this, he hurriedly said:

"I'm going to buy a gift!"

But Lin Wanrou pulled her away, saying, "No need, I'm all ready."

"All right."

Qin Quan nodded, his eyes darting away, never daring to look her directly in the eye, afraid of revealing a flaw.

Just then, Lin Wanrou's bright eyes suddenly fell on Qin Quan's neck, her pupils contracted sharply, and her tone became urgent.

"Qin Quan, your neck is bleeding."

"broken!"

Qin Quan had a bad feeling; his beautiful landlady must have given him a hickey.

He quickly covered his neck with his hands and rubbed it vigorously.

"Let me see!"

Lin Wanrou pulled Qin Quan's arm away and examined it carefully, but found nothing.

"Strange, am I seeing things?"

"You must be seeing things."

Qin Quan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he had already broken through to the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment. In his haste, he used his spiritual energy to not only clear away the ambiguous mark, but also to dispel the lingering fragrance of Jiang Yao. Otherwise, things would have really gone wrong this time.

Seeing that Qin Quan was unharmed, Lin Wanrou started the Porsche and sped off towards the Lin family's residence.

……

at the same time.

The sound of weeping echoed throughout the Fang family villa.

Fang Mushou stood in the center of the living room, looking disheveled and burning with rage, having not slept all night.

"Shut up, all of you, and stop crying!"

With a roar, he could suddenly raise his hand and smash the valuable blue and white porcelain teacup on the ground.

Whoosh!

With a crisp sound, fragments scattered everywhere.

The crying inside the room stopped abruptly, and everyone turned to look at him.

"A son can be born again, but I can't swallow this insult!"

Fang Mushou's eyes were bloodshot, and he was filled with rage.

He was a prominent figure in Jincheng, and who would dare not give him some face?

Now, his son, whom he had raised with great care for over twenty years, was crushed to death by Qin Quan.

As a result, he didn't dare to utter a single word.

If this gets out, how will I ever be able to establish myself in Jincheng again?

What will people in the industry think of him?

In the corner of the living room, Song Yunhui and Yao Guangsheng sat in wheelchairs, listlessly staring at the furious Fang Mushou.

After a long silence, Song Yunhui finally spoke.

"Mr. Fang, thank you so much for taking care of my master and me. We will remember this kindness."

"Master Song, you're too kind. This is what I should do."

Yesterday, everyone avoided Song Yunhui like the plague, afraid of getting tainted by his bad luck.

Fang Mushou, however, not only brought Song Yunhui and his apprentice back to the Fang family, but also hired the best doctors to treat them.

Song Yunhui saw this kindness in his heart.

He paused, then changed the subject.

"If you want revenge, I can show you a way."

"Oh?"

Fang Mushou instantly perked up, his scarlet eyes fixed on Song Yunhui, a glimmer of hope burning within them.

Although Song Yunhui's cultivation had been crippled, he was still an eighth-grade grandmaster and the vice president of the Jincheng branch of the Martial Alliance. Even a fallen camel is bigger than a horse, which is why he spared no expense to bring Song Yunhui and his apprentice to the Fang family for treatment.

Song Yunhui paused for a moment, then slowly said:

"Over the years, I've built up some connections within the Martial Alliance. No one would dare to take on the life-or-death arena, but we can hire assassins at great expense. With such a generous reward, there will surely be brave men."

"That's right! How come I didn't think of that?"

Fang Mushou slapped his thigh, his eyes flashing with wild joy.

The life-or-death arena is a deadly contest, determining both victory and defeat, and life and death.

But assassins are different.

You take someone's money and do their bidding.

This is their livelihood.

No one will refuse if the money is right.

"I'm willing to pay a hundred million yuan as a reward for killing that bastard!"

Fang Mushou said through gritted teeth, his tone full of ruthlessness.

"One hundred million is probably not enough."

Song Yunhui slowly shook his head and asked in return:

"Do you know how much the head of a fifth-rank martial artist is worth?"

"How many?"

"Fifty million."