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91: crawl under the desk
He could sense from Xu Feng that Ling Xian had progressed yet again.
His control over power had risen to another level.
Although there was a sense of oppression during the last attack on Ling Xian, his moves still resembled someone who had just broken through to the Grandmaster realm.
But this time was different; his proficiency was clearly higher.
"My goddess was snatched away by Ling Xian."
A ruthless glint flashed in Xu Feng's eyes.
He truly liked Wu Yueyue, having had a crush on her since high school, utterly captivated by her cute and charming image.
But the thought that the pure woman in his memory was actually so lacking in self-respect, being all lovey-dovey with Ling Xian, filled him with a sense of disgust.
"Just wait, I'm going to train her into a whore."
His mind had already become twisted; evil thoughts that weren't there before had now all surfaced.
He had also seen Wu Yueyue's profile; she was an utterly adorable loli.
He liked her too, and had even considered keeping her as a mistress after killing Ling Xian.
"I never expected this guy in front of me would dare to set his sights on her.
Wouldn't that mean my senior sister might also catch this guy's eye in the future?"
This thought crossed Su Ran's mind, and the silver needle originally intended to fully treat Xu Feng was slowly withdrawn.
"Using him might still be possible, but thinking he can stand shoulder-to-shoulder with me is a bit too much."
He felt Xu Feng's psychological perversion stemmed from his little brother being crippled. If he cured him, how many more innocent young women would be harmed?
That's right, I'm doing this all for world peace and stability.
Most people are like this, always finding justifications for their actions.
Su Ran thought this as he began his movements.
He had only treated some superficial injuries earlier, which was indeed child's play for him.
But what came next was the damage from a Grandmaster's true qi.
This internal injury was the more troublesome part.
As the sky gradually darkened, Su Ran began bandaging Xu Feng's wounds.
As long as he didn't aggravate the injuries, they would slowly heal.
"What kind of cultivation technique is Ling Xian practicing that makes it so troublesome?" Su Ran sighed inwardly. "This doesn't feel like using half strength. Even if it were a Grandmaster's full-force true qi, I shouldn't be wasting this much time."
Actually, he misunderstood one thing: Ling Xian hadn't chosen to use true qi at all; he crippled Xu Feng with pure physical strength.
It just happened to cause internal injuries.
Only someone with the bloodline of the Golden Left Hand like Xu Feng, with vitality like a cockroach, could survive.
An ordinary third or fourth-tier martial artist hit by that palm would probably die on the spot.
This is the power of the Five Beasts Stance Technique.
An inheritance from an ancient, large tribe.
It doesn't just increase strength; it also includes control over power, techniques of force, and more.
It could be said that Ling Xian would have a hard time finding a body refinement technique surpassing the Five Beasts Stance Technique in the future.
"Amazing, I really do feel much better," Xu Feng said, sensing his physical condition and nodding in admiration.
"It seems there must be a medical sect behind him.
Being able to treat a major sect disciple like me from the Flying Fox Sect is a blessing he cultivated over eight lifetimes."
Watching Xu Feng's foolish grin, Su Ran's face was heavy, and he frowned from time to time.
Seeing this, Xu Feng felt inexplicably panicked.
There's a joke in the medical world: don't fear a Western doctor smiling, fear an ancient doctor with lowered brows.
Without a doubt, this time it had landed on Xu Feng.
Sure enough, as Xu Feng felt his whole body, he suddenly discovered something that would drive him crazy.
"Why can't I get it up down there?"
That's right, his little brother showed no change before and after treatment.
"You quack!"
Smack!
Su Ran slapped Xu Feng. "I hate being called a quack the most."
"You dare hit a Flying Fox Sect disciple? I think you're tired of living," Xu Feng said, his words brimming with pride at being a disciple of the Flying Fox Sect.
Su Ran pondered gravely and finally recalled a Flying Fox Sect in his mind.
"The Flying Fox Sect seems to be one of the sects on Heavenly Snow Mountain.
However, aside from the Mountain Lord, Heavenly Snow Mountain's overall strength is the weakest among all top-tier forces.
So why is this guy so arrogant?"
His Qingxin Sect's strength was incomparably stronger than a single Flying Fox Sect.
Smack!
"Even if you're from the Flying Fox Sect, I can't cure this," Su Ran slapped him again, making both cheeks symmetrical.
"Your 'down there' was severed by the shockwave. If you want to blame someone, blame Ling Xian."
"My master said there are countless miraculous doctors under heaven. I don't believe I can't find one who can treat this," Xu Feng said, no longer shouting.
He simply couldn't beat the other party.
"Brother Su Ran, sorry about earlier, I was a bit impulsive," Xu Feng proactively apologized. "Actually, my original strength was very strong; dealing with dozens of people wouldn't be a problem."
"This time, I was purely ambushed and tricked by Ling Xian. Otherwise, I would definitely have crushed Ling Xian."
Hearing this, Su Ran looked like he was trying not to laugh, holding it in with effort.
He was well aware of the disparity in strength.
This Xu Feng was bragging without even preparing a draft.
"Brother Xu Feng, I understand. After all, losing your little brother? It's impossible not to be impulsive," Su Ran said with an understanding expression, as if he were Xu Feng's long-lost best friend.
"So, Brother Xu Feng, how do you plan to deal with Ling Xian?"
"Uh... improve my strength, beat Ling Xian up.
Then split his women and assets between us two brothers," Xu Feng fell into thoughtful silence before blurting out his general idea.
Hearing this, Su Ran's smile also abruptly stopped, and he thought to himself.
"Hah, come on, he's a Grandmaster. Ling Xian is a Grandmaster. When will you cultivate to the point of beating him up?
And if you improve your cultivation, won't he improve too?
Was I out of my mind to save this guy?
Forget it, let him be the vanguard to test the Ling Corporation."
But on the surface, Su Ran smiled and said, "Then thank you, brother, for still remembering me. Good luck!"
"Don't worry, brother!" Xu Feng said with a knife hidden in his smile. "What should we brothers share in hardship..."
"Share weal and woe!" Su Ran reminded him.
"Oh, right, share weal and woe!"
Su Ran originally thought he, who spent every day on the mountain, was uncultured enough, but he never expected this guy in front of him was even more uncultured.
"Fortunately, I learned to read for the cultivation techniques. Otherwise, if I were as dumb as this kid, wouldn't I be scammed out of my pants as soon as I came down the mountain?"
Unlike the two Children of Destiny secretly scheming against each other, Ling Xian at this moment was embracing the beauty Hu Yourong in his arms.
"President Ling, Young Master Ling, don't be like this, there are people outside," Hu Yourong said, her cheeks flushed, unsure where to put her hands.
She was ostensibly resisting, but in reality, she was looking forward to it.
After a series of movements, it looked more like playful flirting, tempting Ling Xian.
"This is a beauty enhancing pill. Take it yourself."
Ling Xian took out the last primary beauty-enhancing pill from his storage ring.
Although this beauty enhancing pill doesn't increase strength, it works well for his own woman.
"Okay!" Hu Yourong agreed.
"Aren't you going to ask about its effects?" Ling Xian asked, puzzled.
"Chi Taohua has already told me.
Besides, what you give me definitely won't harm me."
Hu Yourong pouted her little face, which also looked somewhat cute.
"Boss!"
Xu Xinyou's voice came at this inopportune moment.
"What should I do? What should I do?" Hu Yourong thought anxiously. She didn't dare imagine how embarrassing it would be if someone saw her with her clothes in disarray.
Thinking of scenes from some movies, she said nothing and hid under the desk.