38: Chapter 38 Su Beichen's Gift of Gratitude

"You two, pay attention. If you spot that brat, let me know."

Early the next morning, Er Gouzi and the two lackeys of Zhao Jinbao from yesterday were squatting not far from the gate of No. 3 High School.

"Understood, Brother Gou. Even if that brat turned to ash, we would still recognize him."

The two thugs, one fat and one thin, stared fixedly at the bustling school gate, comically patting their chests to assure him.

"Hmph, it better be. If you mess up Brother Hu's affairs, see how I'll deal with you."

Er Gouzi snorted coldly and said impatiently.

Damn it. He had already made an appointment with that young married woman next door; he was supposed to go find her once her husband went to work. Now he had to squat here for a student. What bad luck.

Thinking of the voluptuous figure of the young woman next door, Er Gouzi felt a surge of heat in his heart. He spat on the ground in annoyance and thought viciously:

"Dare to delay my good time? Once I get my hands on that brat, I'll definitely skin him alive."

"Gou... Brother Gou, that's the brat right there."

Just then, the thin one pointed excitedly in the direction of the school gate.

"Where? Over there? Watch me kill him."

Brother Gou stood up immediately and looked in the direction the thin one was pointing.

All he saw were students wearing uniforms; how was he supposed to know which one?

He slapped the thin one on the head and said unkindly, "Damn it, which one is it? Speak clearly."

"Gou... Brother Gou, he... he's already gone inside."

The thin one felt a wave of grievance. He had clearly told him, but it was just that he couldn't recognize him. He covered his head and stammered.

"Damn it, what bad luck. You two keep watching for me. If you find him, call me."

Er Gouzi kicked the thin one to the ground and walked away cursing.

He didn't want to squat here all day. Wouldn't it be much better to go play with the young woman next door?

As for going into the school to grab someone? Don't be ridiculous. The principal is a Peak Martial Ancestor level powerhouse, and the school is also a key protection object of the Supervision Bureau.

Let alone him, even their Black Water Gang leader, Gang Leader Liu Heishui, wouldn't dare to go in and grab someone directly.

The fat one nearby saw his companion's plight and shrank his neck in fear. He was also secretly rejoicing that he hadn't spoken up just now, or else he would have been the unlucky one.

"Understood, Brother Gou. Don't worry, we will keep a close watch!"

The thin one clutched his kicked butt, watching Er Gouzi leave with a fawning expression.

But in his heart, he cursed, "Isn't it just that you've cultivated a few years longer than me and have a bit more strength? What's there to be so arrogant about? Once my strength goes up, you'll be the first one I deal with."

Han Ming didn't know about the situation at the school gate; he had already entered the school's cultivation room.

He didn't need to Cultivate Martial Skills at all; having feedback from Lin Fan was enough. So, he planned to refine the remaining few grade 5 blood qi pills in one go.

He would raise his strength first.

Tianxiong Martial Arts Gym.

Han Yonghui was in the main hall guiding several instructors to Cultivate the "Wind Shadow Step". Since obtaining the two Yellow Rank High Grade Martial Skills from Han Ming, the combat power of the Han Family core members had improved significantly.

"Gym Master, someone is looking for you outside!"

At this time, Old Zhao trotted in from outside, his face showing a hint of worry.

"Who?"

"The master of the Su Family Martial Arts Hall, Su Beichen."

Hearing this, Han Yonghui frowned.

Su Beichen? An 8-star Grand Martial Master and master of the Su Family Martial Arts Hall. The Han Family and the Su Family had always had no interaction; why was he here?

Could it be that the brat Han Ming had caused trouble for him at school?

He knew that the girl his son was pursuing at school, Su Wanning, was actually Su Beichen's daughter.

"Invite him in quickly!"

Han Yonghui hurriedly straightened his clothes and strode out to meet him.

Just as he reached the door, a middle-aged man with an extraordinary air strode in. He was tall and slender with a scholarly face, wearing a cyan robe and carrying a gift box in his hand.

"Brother Han, please forgive my presumptuous visit."

Seeing Han Yonghui come out to meet him, Su Beichen smiled and cupped his hands.

"Hall Master Su, your presence brings light to my humble place; please forgive me for not welcoming you sooner. Please, sit, serve tea!"

Seeing Su Beichen's attitude, Han Yonghui breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he wasn't here to hold him accountable, it was fine. He hurriedly returned the salute.

The two sat down as host and guest. Han Yonghui scrutinized Su Beichen, wondering about the purpose of the other's visit.

Su Beichen didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the point: "Brother Han, I came here today specifically to express my gratitude."

"Oh? Gratitude? Please, Hall Master Su, explain."

Han Yonghui was stunned; he didn't understand what could Move Su Beichen to personally come and thank him. In the eyes of the Su Family, their Han Family was nothing.

"Yesterday afternoon, your son Han Ming saved my daughter."

Seeing Han Yonghui's confusion, Su Beichen knew that Han Ming probably hadn't told his family about what happened yesterday, so he briefly recounted the events.

After listening, Han Yonghui's expression became grave.

The Black Water Gang? That was a force even stronger than the Zhang Family. He had finally made a Breakthrough to stabilize the Han Family's situation, and now Han Ming had actually provoked the Black Water Gang?

"Hall Master Su, Han Ming is young and impulsive; it was only right for him to help. But this Black Water Gang..."

Han Yonghui stopped mid-sentence, unable to hide the worry on his face.

Su Beichen also saw Han Yonghui's concern and said sternly: "Brother Han, rest assured. This matter started because of my daughter; the Su Family will not stand idly by. If Zhao Jinhu dares to touch the Han Family, I, Su Beichen, will be the first to disagree."

Hearing this, Han Yonghui felt somewhat at ease. Su Beichen was an 8-star Grand Martial Master with considerable strength in Jiangbei. With his word, the Black Water Gang would have to think twice.

"Many thanks, Hall Master Su." Han Yonghui cupped his hands.

"Brother Han, you are too polite." Su Beichen waved his hand and pushed the gift box over. "This is a token of gratitude for your son. Fifty rank 3 blood vitality pills, and a Profound Rank Low Grade Martial Skill, 'Star-Shattering Finger'. It is just a small token of my appreciation."

Han Yonghui gasped. Fifty rank 3 blood vitality pills were worth at least 500,000 on the market. A Profound Rank Low Grade Martial Skill was worth even more, over ten million! This gift was too heavy!

"Hall Master Su, this is too expensive..." Han Yonghui hurriedly declined.

Su Beichen smiled: "Brother Han, do not decline. If it weren't for your son's intervention, who knows what would have happened to my daughter today. These things are not worth mentioning compared to my daughter's safety."

Han Yonghui couldn't refuse, so he had to accept it.

After seeing Su Beichen off, Han Yonghui's expression immediately sank.

The Black Water Gang... He clenched his fists, a trace of worry flashing in his eyes. Just having resolved the Zhang Family matter, they had provoked the Black Water Gang; the Han Family was truly in a troubled time.

At this moment, Han Ming, who was Cultivating at school, did not know that because of the matter with Su Wanning, Su Beichen had personally visited. He had even prepared a generous gift for him.

Han Ming took out the last grade 5 blood qi pill and swallowed it. Immediately, a surging energy exploded within his body.

He calmly began to circulate the Ten Thousand Dao Scripture; he was already accustomed to this intensity of energy.

His blood vitality value began to soar crazily.

"Boom!"

His blood vitality value instantly broke through the 60,000 mark, reaching 61,800 points.

That's right, exactly 61,800 points, a genuine 6-star Martial Master.

The reason it increased so much was that Lin Fan had also refined the last four grade 5 blood qi pills, breaking through to a 3-star Martial Master.

Providing Han Ming with 20,000 points of blood vitality, he had broken through four minor Realms in one breath.

Han Ming opened his eyes, feeling the surging blood vitality in his body; an urge to vent it welled up in his heart.

He stood up, walked to the center of the cultivation room, and slowly raised his palms.

Wind-Thunder Palm!

His palms moved like the wind, gentle and elegant, leaving trails of afterimages in the air. Immediately after, his palms fell like thunder, with explosive force!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

One palm strike after another, the sound of wind whistled in the cultivation room, and thunder rolled. With every strike, a crisp explosion burst in the air, shaking the formation patterns on the walls, causing them to flicker constantly.

The more Han Ming fought, the smoother it became. The Moves of the Wind-Thunder Palm unfolded in his hands like flowing water. The two powers of wind and thunder alternated and transformed between his palms, sometimes gentle as the wind, sometimes violent as thunder.

The final strike!

He took a deep breath, poured all his blood vitality into his right palm, and slammed it toward the testing diamond stone in the corner.

"Boom!"

With a loud noise, the diamond stone, which was half a person tall, shattered instantly, turning into rubble that scattered everywhere!

Han Ming withdrew his palms and stood there, looking at the rubble on the ground, then at his own palm, and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Haha... Is this the power of a 6-star Martial Master? Why do I feel like I'm even stronger than Second Uncle's 9-Star Martial Master?"