368: Chapter 368 Cultivating Life and Death Together

"Will he come back again? Does he think he's Wolfy?"

Shi Xiaoya scoffed, "How absurd."

Having experienced the great battle last night, her confidence had soared, and she felt like she could resolve any problem with just a single strike.

Although she mainly relied on those dharma instruments, having powerful dharma instruments was also a skill in itself.

Therefore, Shi Xiaoya didn't take Cu Mawei seriously at all.

After Cu Mawei left, she swayed her slender waist and sat down close to Han Jingyang, "Hubby, that guy doesn't look like a good person."

Han Jingyang nodded, "He is indeed not a good person, but he isn't the heinous type either. He can't be compared to scum like Zhang Dahai, but he is quite strong and should not be underestimated."

"Very strong?"

"Yes, a true expert, the kind who possesses internal martial arts."

"Really?"

"Would I lie to you?"

"Then, then, was I a bit rude just now?"

"No. He may be powerful, but no matter how powerful he is, he can't come to our home and throw his weight around. Next time someone tries to act tough, throwing them out is perfectly fine."

Shi Xiaoya breathed a sigh of relief, "That won't do. If we can't beat them, it would be embarrassing."

Han Jingyang couldn't help but pinch Shi Xiaoya's jade-like cheek, "We have so many helpers in the shop."

"Who?"

"Zou Rushuang and the others."

"Will they be okay?"

"Zou Rushuang's raw strength is even greater than yours now, and with the many buffs in the shop, her combat power is quite considerable."

"Really?"

"If you don't believe me, go spar with her."

Shi Xiaoya looked back at the calm and composed Zou Rushuang and resisted the urge to spar, because neither winning nor losing would benefit her. She took the opportunity to change the subject, "Hubby, you said that guy with the ponytail possesses internal martial arts. What does that mean?"

Han Jingyang thought for a moment, "You must have heard the saying: 'Externally train the tendons, bones, and skin; internally train the breath,' right?"

"Mhm, I heard that a long time ago."

"That's where the difference lies. Most so-called martial arts experts train their tendons, bones, and skin—or they don't even train those and only focus on building muscle. Such skills show results quickly, but the ceiling is low, the duration is short, physical functions deteriorate rapidly, and it's easy to accumulate injuries and illnesses. Their combat power is quite limited; such martial artists are not worth mentioning. The opposite of this are those who internally train their breath, like Zhang Zhiyang and his kind..."

Han Jingyang organized his thoughts and said, "Most of these people have orthodox lineages. They build their foundation by starting with Qi cultivation. Although results are slow, the ceiling is extremely high, their peak period is longer, and their combat power is stronger. To a certain extent, they are the bane of so-called metaphysics experts. A single breath of true Qi can break ten thousand spells. Zhang Zhiyang, Bai Sixing, and that Cu Mawei from just now are typical examples of those who internally train their breath."

"Is there anything even stronger?"

"Yes," Han Jingyang nodded heavily, "The even stronger kind is like Tian Chunming. He cultivates both Qi and Spirit—it is the true Dual Cultivation of Life and Essence. His internal Qi is vast, his primordial spirit is spiritually connected, and they complement each other, unleashing astonishing combat power. If it weren't for our many powerful dharma instruments, our entire family combined would be no match for Tian Chunming."

Shi Xiaoya realized, "So, that means ordinary people who train muscles or tendons, bones, and skin will be ordinary people their whole lives, but those who train Qi or Spirit can be considered practitioners."

"Correct. Once one achieves success in training Qi or Spirit, they are no longer an ordinary person. Although it is difficult to transcend the inherent shackles of mortals, they can master many skills that ordinary people cannot—well, the legendary supernatural powers and spells."

"Then what about me and Sister Jingjing?"

"You two? Like me, you don't follow the conventional path. Don't think too much about it; sooner or later, I'll stack you both into super experts. When that time comes, you'll be able to sweep across the world even without dharma instruments."

Han Jingyang said confidently.

He wasn't bragging; he was genuinely confident.

He had recently unboxed a few items that could permanently increase strength, but their levels were very low and the boost was limited, so he hadn't taken them out to show off.

If there are low-level ones, there must be high-level ones.

Unboxing one high-level item that permanently increases strength could directly create an expert or even a super expert.

If he unboxed two, three, or even more, by that time, everyone around him would be a super expert.

A single high-level item could be worth more than a decade or even several decades of hard work and bitter training for others.

That was why he had the confidence to say those things to Shi Xiaoya.

After speaking, he remembered the matter he had entrusted to Shi Xiaoya yesterday, "What was Li Laowu's reaction?"

Shi Xiaoya quickly said, "Very obedient. When I called him, he immediately caved and said he would send sand to our place right away—the best quality, for free, as much as we need."

"He caved that quickly?"

"Yes, judging by his voice, he was genuinely afraid."

"Heh, he's sensible. But we can't relax; we still have to keep an eye on him. Rats that hide in gutters might cave, but they will definitely find an opportunity to jump out and bite. Since we know such a rat exists, we can't let it go. Once found, catch it; once caught, beat it to death."

"Okay, I'll find someone to keep an eye on that Li guy."

Upon hearing this, Han Jingyang stretched.

Uprooting Zhang Dahai had made him feel completely relaxed.

Thinking about it, he didn't seem to have any work on hand, which made him feel even more relaxed.

As for small matters like setting up a feng shui layout for Wang Zhiwei, it wasn't worth mentioning. When Wang Zhiwei was done with his business, he could handle it easily.

A carefree person with nothing to do is like a little immortal.

The ancients truly didn't deceive me; having nothing to do with one's hands or mind is truly wonderful. Isn't a carefree, relaxed, and happy life exactly what an immortal's life is?

What is the point of becoming a god or an immortal? Isn't it just for the sake of being unfettered and carefree?

Come to think of it, ever since obtaining this Grandmaster-level Appraisal Technique, this was the first time he felt that life could actually be this relaxed.

It was also because the pressure over the past few days had been too great.

Things were one after another, linked in a chain, with a string of troublesome matters.

Now it was better; all the troubles had vanished in an instant. The contrast was so strong that his feelings were naturally extraordinary.

How about taking all the women out for a vacation?

Just as he was wondering where to go for a vacation, he saw Shen Yuhai, dressed in casual clothes, push the door open and enter.

As soon as Shen Yuhai entered, he greeted him with a smile, "You're quite comfortable, my friend."

Han Jingyang patted the small hand of Zou Rushuang, who was massaging him, and stood up to welcome him, "Why are you here? Aren't you busy?"

"Busy, but no matter how busy I am, I can't delay your important business," Shen Yuhai sat down on the sofa and exhaled comfortably, "Your place is so comfortable, my friend. How did you do it? Can you set one up for me sometime later?"

"No problem, it's a piece of cake."

"It's a deal," Shen Yuhai was overjoyed, "You became famous after one battle, truly a big shot in Quancheng and even Lu Province. In the future, asking for your help won't be as simple and casual as it is now, hehe."

"You're exaggerating, Old Shen. Let's talk business."

"Alright," Shen Yuhai nodded, looked at the few women in the room, and took a sip from the teacup brought over by Zou Handan, "It's like this: yesterday, you displayed great power at the bar street and left behind a pile of spoils of war. It just so happened that I was responsible for the aftermath, so I gathered those items, big and small, and brought them to you. They are outside right now. Do you want me to have them brought in?"

"Are there many?"

"A great many."

"How many?"

"Take a guess."