Zhou Weimou truly did not want Wu Tian to kill again. He said, "Let the military handle this. I guarantee I’ll make the Whip Sovereign and the Spear Sovereign release Xia Qian, and they won’t take a single thing from the herbal medicine company. I hope we can resolve this peacefully."
"No need." With those words, Wu Tian walked past Zhou Weimou, determined to handle this himself.
Zhou Weimou tried to stop Wu Tian. It was not that he was merciful, but he did not want any more turmoil. For a soldier, war was a chance to become famous, but they also hated war.
Suddenly, Zhou Weimou felt something. He looked down at his own palm, where his fingers were gradually turning to dust and blowing away on the wind.
"How can this be?"
While Zhou Weimou stood in shock, his arm also turned to ash and separated from his body. It was not just his arm; his entire body was disintegrating into dust, the process accelerating.
Xiao Tianzan and Cui Chong looked over but did not notice anything wrong with Zhou Weimou. All his limbs were still intact. Yet Zhou Weimou was staring at his own palm, his face filled with horror.
"It’s an Illusion Technique," Cui Chong remarked with a sigh. "Unbeknownst to us, Mr. Wu Tian had already cast an Illusion Technique on him. He’s completely immersed in the illusion now."
Xiao Tianzan and the others nodded. As far as they knew, no one in history had ever achieved such mastery of Illusion Techniques as Wu Tian. An Illusion Technique could kill invisibly, but it was far harder to learn than martial skills.
It is said that Fusang’s illusion techniques are the best in the world. Some even say that Illusion Techniques originated in Fusang. Is this true? Xiao Tianzan and the others had never seriously sought the answer, but in their view, Fusang’s techniques were certainly no match for Wu Tian’s.
"The sea of learning is boundless; toil is the boat.’ I finally understand what that means now," the little one in Qin Yuhan’s arms stirred and suddenly uttered the phrase.
Hearing this, Qin Yuhan’s beautiful face lit up with delight. "Baby, have you had enough of the limelight? Do you want to go back to your studies? If you think kindergarten is too simple, I can let you start elementary school right away."
Elementary school? Wouldn’t that make me an elementary school student? The little one felt that "elementary school student" did not seem to be a compliment. When she played games, people would often ask her, "Are you an elementary school student?" But when she played as Cheng Yaojin, she was unbeatable one-on-one and could easily handle two opponents at once. The only reason they lost was that her four teammates could not beat the enemy’s three. In the battle royale game, her teammates also called her an elementary school student, but every time they won, her three teammates were dead, and she alone had survived to make the top ten. Her skills are at an ’elementary school student’ level? Absolutely not.
The little one strongly disagreed.
"Wrong, wrong. I was talking about the Martial Path: ’The sea of learning is boundless; toil is the boat.’ I still have so much to learn, like this Illusion Technique," the little one giggled. If I could learn this Illusion Technique, it would be so much fun.
Meanwhile, outside the herbal medicine company, the Whip Sovereign was growing very displeased that the soldiers had not arrived. Anger surfaced on his pale face.
"Forget about Zhou Weimou. Let’s just go in. If those mortals see us, then let them see. At worst, we’ll just kill them all," the Whip Sovereign huffed and walked into the herbal medicine company. He was followed by a burly, powerfully built man with a youthful, energetic face, who carried a long spear.
"Who are you?" The herbal medicine company had plenty of security guards. The ones at the gate were thirty-six of the one hundred and eight men specially trained by Wu Tian. They worked in shifts, patrolling Qin Corporation and the herbal medicine company.
"You have no right to question me." With his whip in hand, the Whip Sovereign swung it like a venomous snake striking with its tongue.
The guards hurriedly dodged. Hearing the commotion, other guards rushed over until all thirty-six were present.
The Whip Sovereign naturally noticed the change in their expressions but could not understand why these thirty-six guards were acting this way. He did not dwell on it, however, as he was consumed by rage. Since when did a bunch of security guards have the nerve to be so arrogant in my presence?
The long whip lashed out again as the thirty-six men began to assemble into their formation. This time, the Whip Sovereign used his full strength, but the whip fell short. With each strike, he was just shy of hitting his target. This was something he could never have imagined.
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