59: Chapter 59 Extorting Luo Tianming

"Who is it? Who dares to intrude upon our Luochuan Martial Arts Gym?"

Luo Tianming stood up abruptly, his Aura surging, the Protective Aura of a 2-Star Great Martial Master churning wildly within him.

Luo Chuan drew the longsword from the table, a pale cyan light shimmering on the blade, releasing the Aura of a Peak 9-Star Martial Master without reservation.

"Who exactly are you? Hiding your head and showing your tail, playing god!" Luo Chuan shouted sharply, pointing his sword at the black-robed figure at the door.

Han Ming didn't answer, stepping into the room.

The silver mask glinted coldly in the candlelight, his black robe fluttering without wind, and an intangible sense of oppression emanated from him.

"Gym Master Luo, Elder Luo, I apologize for the late-night intrusion." Han Ming's voice was disguised, low and hoarse, sounding like a middle-aged man.

Luo Tianming narrowed his eyes, sizing up the uninvited guest. He couldn't see through the opponent's cultivation, but that faint sense of oppression told him this person was not to be trifled with.

"Your Excellency, what is your intention in breaking into our Luo Family's martial arts gym in the middle of the night?"

Luo Tianming said in a low voice, secretly condensing his Protective Aura into his palms.

Han Ming sat down in a chair, crossed his legs, and said in a leisurely tone: "I just heard Elder Luo say that you went to Tianxiong Martial Arts Gym to challenge them just to curry favor with the Zhang Family?"

Luo Tianming's expression changed. They had just said this; had this man in black been eavesdropping outside the whole time?

"Who exactly are you? What is your relationship with the Han Family?" Luo Tianming demanded sharply.

Han Ming didn't answer, only saying faintly: "Debts must be repaid; it is only right and proper. You injured the people of Tianxiong Martial Arts Gym, and it is time to settle this account."

Luo Chuan's face darkened: "Are you a helper hired by the Han Family?"

"You could say that." Han Ming stood up and flexed his wrists. "I'll give you two choices: First, you pay me ten million in cash; second, I beat you both up, and then you pay the money anyway. Choose."

Luo Tianming's face turned livid. He had been active in Jiangbei for decades, and this was the first time he had ever been threatened like this.

"Arrogant!" Luo Chuan couldn't hold back. With a flick of his longsword, cyan Sword Qi shot straight for Han Ming's throat!

This strike was fast and vicious—a full-force blow from a Peak 9-Star Martial Master, enough to pierce steel plates. Luo Chuan decided to strike first; no matter who this black-robed person was, he would kill him first.

Han Ming raised his hand and caught the tip of the sword with two fingers.

Luo Chuan's pupils shrank. His sword had actually been caught by someone with just two fingers?

"Is that all?" Han Ming shook his head and lightly flicked his finger.

"Snap!"

The longsword broke, half the blade falling to the ground with a crisp sound.

Luo Chuan's face turned pale; before he could react, Han Ming slapped his chest.

"Bang!"

Luo Chuan flew backward, smashing through the screen behind him, falling heavily to the ground, and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Chuan'er!" Luo Tianming's expression changed drastically. His figure flashed, both palms striking out with sharp, gale-like Protective Aura directly at Han Ming's face!

A full-force blow from a 2-Star Great Martial Master was terrifyingly powerful; wherever the palm wind passed, the air was torn apart with a sharp whistling sound.

Han Ming didn't retreat but advanced, meeting the blow with a palm.

Wind-Thunder Palm at the Perfection Realm!

"Boom!"

The palms collided with a dull, thunderous sound. Lightning exploded in Han Ming's palm, electric snakes dancing as they completely shattered Luo Tianming's palm wind.

Luo Tianming felt an overwhelming, mountain-toppling force surge toward him. His arms went numb, and he retreated seven or eight steps, crashing into the wall, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"You... you are a 1-Star Great Martial Master? How is that possible?"

Luo Tianming widened his eyes, filled with disbelief.

Upon initial contact, he had sensed the opponent's Protective Aura content, which was clearly only at the 1-Star Great Martial Master Realm. How could he be this strong?

How could he, a Peak 2-Star Great Martial Master, have fallen into a disadvantage?

Han Ming didn't answer, only saying faintly: "Do you want to continue fighting?"

Luo Tianming gritted his teeth, glanced at his son lying on the ground, then at his own numb arms, and finally shook his head dejectedly.

"No more fighting. Just tell me what you want."

"Didn't I already say?" Han Ming sat back down and held up one finger. "Ten million."

"Ten million?" Luo Tianming's expression changed. "Why don't you just rob someone?"

"Isn't that exactly what I'm doing right now?" Han Ming tilted his head. "Of course, you can choose not to pay. However, I don't know if your Luochuan Martial Arts Gym can withstand my wrath."

Luo Tianming's face turned blue and white, his chest heaving violently.

He knew the man in black was telling the truth; his Luo Family was no match for him at all.

"Fine, I'll pay." Luo Tianming gritted his teeth, took a bank card from his pocket, and placed it on the table. "There is five million in here; I will pay the rest in Cultivation resources."

"That works."

Han Ming nodded. Receiving Cultivation resources directly was even better; it saved him from having to go buy them himself.

Luo Tianming's expression became even uglier, but he dared not refuse. This black-robed person had been able to repel him with a single palm; if he really started fighting, both he and his son would die here tonight.

He turned and walked into the inner room. A moment later, he returned with a Storage Pouch and placed it on the table.

"There is three million in cash in here, along with Spirit Medicine and Medicinal Pill worth two million. A total of ten million, not a cent less."

Han Ming picked up the Storage Pouch, swept it with his consciousness, and confirmed the amount was correct, nodding with satisfaction.

"Elder Luo is indeed sensible." He stood up, walked to the door, and then paused. "Oh right, don't mess with the Han Family again in the future. Otherwise..."

He didn't continue, but the threat was self-evident.

Luo Tianming's face was livid, and he said nothing.

Han Ming's figure flashed and disappeared into the night.

In the room, Luo Chuan struggled to climb up, clutching his chest, his face deathly pale: "Dad, are we just going to let it go like this?"

Luo Tianming looked at him, seemingly aged a few years in an instant, and gave a bitter smile: "What else can we do if we don't let it go? The strength of that black-robed person is not something our Luo Family can contend with, and we don't even know who he is. What else can we do?"

Luo Chuan clenched his fists unwillingly, but eventually let go.

He knew his father was telling the truth.

Although that person claimed it was for the Han Family, who knew if it really was?

The Han Family only had two Great Martial Masters; besides Han Tianxiong, who was still severely injured, there was only Han Yonghui, who had just had a Breakthrough.

But it was clearly impossible for this black-robed person today to be one of them.

They could only swallow this bitter pill.

After Han Ming left Luochuan Martial Arts Gym, he didn't go straight home. Instead, he took several turns to ensure no one was following him, then changed back into his own clothes in a remote alley, removed the mask, and put the black robe into his space.

"Ten million, plus these Spirit Medicine and Medicinal Pill, should be enough for a while."

Han Ming was in a good mood. He activated his Wind Shadow Step, turning into an illusion and speeding toward the Han Family residence.

Han Ming returned to the Han Family, put the bank card and Spirit Medicine into his space, and let out a long breath.

He sat cross-legged and took out a Grade-2 Spirit Medicine, swallowing it directly. As the Spirit Medicine entered his abdomen, the energy dissolved, and he circulated the Ten Thousand Dao Scripture with all his might, his blood-Qi value beginning to climb.

The next morning.

"Boom!"

A wave of Protective Aura rippled from Han Ming's body. After a night of Cultivation and feedback from several disciples, his Aura had become a bit stronger, and his blood-Qi had increased by over twenty thousand.

Han Ming adjusted to his surging blood-Qi, got up, washed up briefly, and left his room.

In the courtyard, Han Yonghui was practicing the Ten Thousand Dao Scripture, his Aura even more substantial than it had been yesterday.

"Dad, there is five million in this card. You take it."

Han Ming handed the bank card given by Luo Tianming to his father.

Han Yonghui was stunned: "Where did this come from?"

"The Luo Family paid it as compensation. I went to Luochuan Martial Arts Gym last night and settled the account from when they challenged us earlier."

Han Ming briefly recounted what had happened.

"What? You went to Luochuan Martial Arts Gym alone? Luo Tianming is a 2-Star Great Martial Master, you..."

Han Yonghui's expression changed drastically upon hearing this.

"Dad, don't worry! I am already a 1-Star Great Martial Master now; Luo Tianming is not my match."

Han Ming directly interrupted his father and released the Aura of a 1-Star Great Martial Master.

It was time to tell his father part of his trump cards so he wouldn't keep worrying about him.

Han Yonghui opened his mouth, unable to speak.

He knew his son had hidden quite a bit of strength, but he hadn't expected him to have hidden it so deeply.

A 1-Star Great Martial Master!

His son was only nineteen years old and was already a 1-Star Great Martial Master.

As his father, he had worked hard to Cultivate for decades, and he had only just broken through to 1-Star Great Martial Master not long ago.

Now he probably wasn't even his son's match. While he felt gratified, he also felt a bit bitter.

"Dad, don't overthink it." Han Ming saw his father's disappointment and smiled. "If you Cultivate the Ten Thousand Dao Scripture, it won't be long before you break through to Martial Ancestor, or even Martial King. By then, the Han Family will be the strongest Family in Jiangbei Base City."

"Alright, then Dad won't stand on ceremony with you. Cultivating the Ten Thousand Dao Scripture does indeed require quite a few resources."

Han Yonghui nodded and accepted the bank card.