474: Chapter 474 The Beautiful Thief's Warning

Han Jingyang turned back: "What is it?"

Sun Xiaoqian ran up to Han Jingyang and took a deep breath: "Be careful, or, leave Xian early."

"What do you mean?"

"Someone is coming for you."

"That's normal. People are trying to deal with me everywhere I go; I'm used to it."

"It's different this time. They've hired experts, real experts, and more than one."

"My enemies?"

"I'm not sure about that. I only know they definitely won't let you go, and you most likely won't be able to hold them off. Although you have many magic treasures and powerful spells, you're only one person. Two fists are no match for four hands. As long as they use the right tactics and are willing to make sacrifices, they can wear you down, drag you out with a war of attrition, and eventually defeat you."

Han Jingyang raised an eyebrow and carefully looked Sun Xiaoqian over again: "You know all this in such detail?"

Sun Xiaoqian lifted her slender neck: "Beautiful women always have some advantages."

"That is true," Han Jingyang agreed. Regardless of gender, having a high level of attractiveness always earns some preferential treatment in society. If used well, the advantage of appearance can be converted into advantages in other areas.

With Sun Xiaoqian's looks and temperament, combined with her strength and cunning methods, it really wasn't difficult for her to obtain some confidential information.

But as the saying goes, he wasn't afraid.

Enemies?

It's nothing more than meeting soldiers with soldiers and water with earth.

Besides, is being afraid useful? Is running away useful?

It's useless.

Only by facing them head-on and defeating stronger enemies time and time again can one truly gain a firm foothold.

Otherwise, the enemies will only think he is a pushover and will attack him even more rampantly.

Thinking of this, he directly changed the subject: "So, you knew who I was, and you came specifically to steal my things. Where did you get your information?"

Sun Xiaoqian snorted softly: "I naturally have my own intelligence channels, and I did come for your dharma instrument. After all, you have a reputation, and your dharma instruments are famously numerous and famously good. Who wouldn't be envious? Don't talk about me; don't those big shots covet your dharma instrument just the same?"

Hearing this, Han Jingyang suddenly realized.

That was it.

Those endless enemies were all coming for his dharma instrument.

No matter how things looked or what was said on the surface, the essence was that they wanted to possess his dharma instrument.

He Dingkun was like that.

Zhang Dahai was like that.

Even if others hadn't said it, they must have harbored such thoughts.

He built his career and conquered all directions relying on his dharma instrument; who wouldn't be tempted?

Even high-ranking monks like Kongyun and even Monk Delin were tempted, not to mention others.

Coupled with the fact that he had no intention of selling his high-powered items, it was normal for people to take risks.

After all, if even a third-rate person like Sun Xiaoqian dared to risk stealing his things, let alone those with greater strength.

Thinking this, he waved his hand: "I know now. You can go."

Sun Xiaoqian became interested: "Are you really not afraid?"

Han Jingyang waved his hand without looking back: "Don't blame me for not warning you. Stay away from me, or be careful not to get splattered with blood."

With Sun Xiaoqian's level of strength, getting involved in the dispute between him and various experts was more than just getting splattered with blood; it meant death.

In the martial arts world, strength is what matters in the end. Without enough strength, one doesn't even have the qualification to be a spectator, let alone get involved in any major events.

What would one use to get involved?

One's life?

Han Jingyang and Liu Jing returned straight to the hotel.

They closed the door.

Liu Jing took out her phone and typed: "Should we go back to Quancheng earlier?"

Han Jingyang also took out his phone and typed back: "No. Not only can we not leave early, but we should also stay a while longer. The more they act like this, the more I want to weigh their worth. I want to see how much stronger the local bullies in Xian are compared to those in Quancheng."

"Do we need to make any preparations?"

"No need," Han Jingyang pounced on Liu Jing: "Get on the bed and sleep. We need to be fully rested to have the energy to meet the challenge."

"Mm... let's not, shall we? Let's just rest and recharge."

"I have plenty of energy. I can share some with you so you don't drop the ball at a critical moment."

"I wouldn't drop the ball."

"Is that so? Let..."

"..."

A night of fierce battle.

Han Jingyang was really...

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he was hiding his true depth.

His moves were airtight and intense, making her sink into it, unable to extricate herself.

If not for his strength, he really wouldn't have been able to break through this little woman's defense, and really...

Woke up at 7:30.

Went downstairs for breakfast.

Just as they stepped out, they saw the old Taoist Liang Xingxin coming out of the room across the hall.

The old Taoist waved with a smile: "Morning, Mr. Han."

Morning, my foot.

It was almost eight o'clock.

For those who seriously practice martial arts and cultivation, who doesn't wake up at 5:30?

Those who only crawl out of bed at 7:30 are definitely lazybones and would be whipped to death by their masters.

However, no one takes such polite pleasantries seriously.

So he asked directly: "What exactly was the background of those punks last night?"

The old Taoist sighed: "Just a bunch of punks, instigated by their boss. The problem is that their boss isn't in Xian, so... I'm really sorry."

Han Jingyang shrugged, not feeling surprised at all.

Why?

When a mouse provokes a cat, there must be a hole nearby.

If a group of ignorant punks were looking for trouble with people like them, they must have already planned a countermeasure.

But in the end, they didn't put much effort into it.

Otherwise, even if the punk was hiding outside, with the status of people like Liang Xingxin, it wouldn't be difficult to get deeper information. This was a pure, powerful official department, and their strongest asset was their intelligence system; how could they not find out anything?

But he couldn't be bothered to investigate.

The martial arts world is deep.

One can only rely on oneself in the end.

No matter how enthusiastic Liang Xingxin and Chen Zhongfei were towards him, it was only superficial enthusiasm. After all, it was their first meeting and first interaction; other than knowing each other's names, they knew nothing.

To use an old saying, people's hearts are separated by their skin; no one can see what kind of thoughts others are harboring in their bellies.

Perhaps the old Taoist in front of him, who looked like a teammate, was plotting how to kill him and seize his treasures.

So, he nodded slightly and changed the subject: "Where is your Section Chief Chen?"

"I don't know. I haven't been in touch since last night. Either at the office or at home," Liang Xingxin made a gesture of invitation: "Let's eat breakfast first. The breakfast here is quite good and worth tasting."

"Please."

The hotel breakfast was indeed good.

Lots of variety, full of flavor, fresh and authentic.

Ate and drank their fill.

Han Jingyang cupped his hands at the old Taoist: "Old Taoist, you go about your business. Don't worry about us; we'll just look around the city ourselves."

"There's more to Xian than just the city; outside the city is just as fun. Shall I take you around?"

"No trouble. You have an official job; it's not good to skip work every day. We'll just wander around ourselves," Han Jingyang put his arm around Liu Jing: "It's not easy to come here, so we must explore this ancient capital of thirteen dynasties thoroughly, otherwise it would be a waste."

"This... how about I find you a professional tour guide?"

"We prefer a quiet world for two."

"Then this old Taoist won't disturb you. I wish you two a pleasant time. If anything happens, remember to call me."

"Okay."

Returned to the room.

Packed up a bit and went straight out.

It wasn't until they were far from the hotel that Han Jingyang chuckled: "It seems some people have developed thoughts they shouldn't have."