161: It is hard to find a soulmate in the mountains and rivers

"Don't... no!"

Luo Chen's eyes were filled with terror. A low, shrill howl escaped his lips, an attempt to awaken some shred of conscience in the big man and beg him to spare his life.

After all, in his current state, if he were to be elbowed again, he feared he would pass away right there on the spot.

Driven by an instinctive desire to survive, Luo Chen's previously weak and sickly body suddenly erupted with unprecedented, brute strength.

In an instant, he broke free from the big black man's restraint. After ripping the IV needle from the back of his hand, he attempted to flee the small dark room.

Unfortunately, this desperate resistance was destined to be a mere flash in the pan, ultimately futile.

A flash of surprise crossed the big black man's eyes. He licked his lips with excitement and let out a sinister chuckle.

"Heh heh, little beauty, you've got quite the fiery temperament!"

"I like it!"

As he spoke, the two-meter-tall, ox-like man reached out, grabbed Luo Chen's shoulder, twisted his arm to subdue him, and delivered a fierce elbow strike!

"Ah!"

Luo Chen's face turned paper-white, completely devoid of color. Sweat poured down his forehead like rain as another miserable, desperate howl escaped his lips.

His entire body collapsed heavily onto the narrow bed frame, unable to offer any resistance.

A bone-deep, stabbing pain swept through his entire body, as if his internal organs had been pierced through. The pain caused Luo Chen to grit his teeth incessantly, his features twisted in agony, and his entire consciousness began to drift.

His eyelids grew heavier. Filled with monstrous rage toward the big black man and resentment toward the world, Luo Chen's eyes rolled back. He could no longer hold on.

As the last shred of his Luck was gradually worn away, he passed away right there on the spot.

Life extinguished, his heart stopped beating, and his body lay stiffly on the bed frame.

Thus, the curtain fell on a generation's legendary rich man, dying in a foreign land at the hands of some obscure, unknown black man.

"darling!"

The big black man did not notice Luo Chen's abnormality at first, remaining full of excitement.

By the time he realized, Luo Chen's corpse had already stiffened completely, his body icy cold—dead as a doornail.

"Fuck! What the hell is this!"

The big black man was completely bewildered and incredibly nervous. After tidying his clothes, he kicked open the door to the small dark room in a panic, shouting incessantly.

"Brother, your Luo Beauty has passed away!"

"This has nothing to do with me!"

The big black man made his final defense, wanting to completely distance himself from Luo Chen's death, feeling like crying but having no tears.

If it were proven that Luo Chen died because of his elbow strike, he would be sentenced to prison!

"Calm down."

A-Long glanced at the panicked man, his expression as calm as an ancient well, as if he had long expected this.

As a Hua Jin Realm Ancient Martial Arts expert, Luo Chen's physical condition naturally could not escape A-Long's perception.

A-Long had long sensed that Luo Chen had reached the end of his rope and knew he wouldn't survive the night.

After all, the Young Master's order was to not let Luo Chen have any rest, making him entertain guests without a moment's pause.

Not allowed to eat, sleep, or even drink water, relying entirely on IV drips to sustain his life, it would be a miracle if Luo Chen could survive the night.

After checking on Luo Chen's condition and confirming that he was indeed dead, A-Long took out his phone and dialed Jiang Che's number.

"Young Master..."

...

"I understand. Once you've handled things over there, you all can return to the country..."

After hanging up the phone, a strange smile appeared on Jiang Che's face.

Jiang Che was not surprised by Luo Chen's death either, having long anticipated it.

Moreover, before dying, Luo Chen's emotional fluctuations were unprecedented, contributing a full 40,000 points of emotion points to Jiang Che.

"That's 160,000 accumulated now, just 40,000 more to go!"

Checking his current emotion points, Jiang Che smiled with satisfaction, feeling refreshed.

After the accumulated emotion points surpassed the one-million mark, the Intermediate System store had also opened.

Compared to the Elementary System store, the Intermediate store naturally had no shortage of good items, offering many strange and wonderful props as well as various highly practical Medicinal Pill and Cultivation Technique.

As long as he harvested another 40,000 points of emotion points, bringing the total to 200,000, he would be able to exchange for a Great Return Pill.

At that time, with the help of the Great Return Pill's immense medicinal power and pure energy, breaking through to the Gang Jin Grandmaster martial Realm in one go would be a completely natural and logical progression.

A Gang Jin Martial Artist, whether in the secular world or among those Ancient Martial Arts Family and top-tier School, could be called a pillar of strength and a powerhouse in their own right, and they were extremely rare.

Many School Sect Master and Family heads had not even broken through to the Gang Jin.

After all, Martial Artist were already a minority group, and most were mediocre individuals with average Aptitude. Those who could break through to the level of a Gang Jin Grandmaster were all exceptionally gifted geniuses.

Likewise, the resource consumption required to support a Martial Artist in Cultivate to the Gang Jin was extremely massive; average small Family could simply not afford it.

Studying is for the poor, martial arts is for the rich—this has been true since ancient times.

After clearing his thoughts, Jiang Che did not stop, continuing to walk deeper into the pavilion villa.

The bright moon hung in the sky, the galaxy was brilliant, and the clear moonlight poured down, draping the entire land in a layer of silvery white.

The evening breeze blew, causing the wind chimes in the long corridor to tinkle. In the ponds on both sides, two or three fish would occasionally leap out of the water, playing happily.

After passing through the winding corridor and walking another hundred steps, a melodious and resonant zither sound suddenly rang in Jiang Che's ears. The melody was beautiful, lingering in the rafters, and enduring for a long time.

In the night sky, under the bright moon, various flocks of birds gathered, circling at a low altitude, chirping as if listening intently to this beautiful and pleasant melody.

All things have spirit, all things have nature.

Jiang Wantang's zither skills had long reached the Peak human Grandmaster level, pure and perfect, perfectly Fusion with her own Concept. She could easily evoke a strong resonance in people's hearts, so it was perfectly normal that she could attract flocks of birds to come and admire it.

Such heavenly music was truly unique.

It really lived up to the saying: "This music should only exist in heaven, how often can it be heard in the human world."

"Zheng!"

After a long while, when the song ended, the melodious and resonant zither sound gradually ceased, but the flocks of birds still circled in the low sky, unwilling to leave.

"Extremely beautiful!"

"Sister, this 'High Mountains and Flowing Water' of yours can actually attract a hundred birds to pay homage to the Phoenix; it can completely be called a great wonder of the current age."

Jiang Che stepped into the pavilion, clapping and praising, his words sincere, his smile genuine.

Although he had already been infused with Divine-Grade zither skills by the System, and his level far exceeded his sister's, this did not hinder Jiang Che's recognition and admiration for Jiang Wantang.

"High Mountains and Flowing Water, a soulmate is hard to find."

"I fear that only these birds can truly understand my state of mind..."

After plucking the final string, Jiang Wantang withdrew her slender hands, suddenly said something poetic, shook her head lightly, and sighed with emotion.