Chapter 1669 - 1682: Guidance from a Master

Chapter 1669: Chapter 1682: Guidance from a Master

Lin Mu swallowed a mouthful of saliva, well, to be exact, only half a mouthful, when Liu Xin’Er suddenly wrapped her arm around his neck, her little face flushed with excitement, sticking to him like a sloth.

"Brother Mu, I’m totally worshipping you! Jumping from the three-point line! Even Jordan couldn’t do that! How did you manage to dunk the ball in? That’s just insanely cool..."

In an instant, Lin Mu gasped, almost fainting from happiness.

So big, so soft, so bouncy, this little Meimei’s proportions are simply defying the heavens!

Seeing the extremely excited Liu Xin’Er, rubbing her Xiao Xiao waist against him, Lin Mu suddenly felt a bit regretful. Had he known there would be such fortune, he wouldn’t have worn a shirt; it would have been much better to have come bare-chested...

Of course, thinking is one thing, but one must remain content with life.

Lin Mu coughed twice, moving forward inconspicuously, while savoring the indescribably wonderful touch, and pretentiously dragging his tone, "Well..."

Unfortunately, just after uttering three words, his sinister intention of delaying time to enjoy was seen through by Sophie.

"Liu Xin’Er, come here quickly. Girls should be more reserved, what do you look like doing this?"

Under Lin Mu’s deep gaze, the beautiful CEO quickly stepped forward and pulled away the excited Liu Xin’Er. The latter was stunned for a while, then soon turned red to her neck, seeming to realize that her action was a bit over the top. She muttered an "Oh," then sheepishly stepped back two steps, her head lowered and twisting her shirt corner, but those big, watery eyes kept glancing at Lin Mu, her charming force directly made the Wolf Fang Soldier King itch inside, burning with desire, desperately wanting to take her immediately...

However, as the imaginative scene brushed by the four big characters "Not Suitable for Children," a chilling aura suddenly rose from the front, making Lin Mu shiver and regain his senses. He fixed his gaze and saw Sophie, expressionless, blocking Liu Xin’Er, her two dark eyes staring straight at him.

My goodness, this woman’s aura is getting stronger!

It seems I’m a bit unable to withstand it!

Lin Mu gulped, instinctively swallowing another mouthful of saliva, and dryly laughed, "Why, why are you looking at me like this?"

"Hmph!" Sophie raised her chin, letting out a light breath from her small nose, not saying a word, she walked away. Only after her figure disappeared around the stair corner did Lin Mu breathe a sigh of relief, unable to resist complaining: "Never provoked you, what’s with the temper, hey, Sister Nan, did your sis take too much gunpowder these days?"

Song Yanan sighed and said with a wry smile: "Lin Mu, do you know how much sensation your dunk caused after being uploaded online? In just an afternoon, Feifei’s phone was almost bombarded by those reporters. She’s already annoyed, encountering such things, naturally... Well, just don’t mind it."

"Uh, those reporters, why call Feifei?"

"Wanting an interview, naturally, they reached Feifei when you couldn’t be reached. Reporters these days, they’re really capable..."

Song Yanan shook her head, leaving the room, her emotions also seemed to be quite low.

"What happened to these two young ladies, is their period coinciding?"

Lin Mu scratched his head, looking at Liu Xin’Er, not expecting an answer, but unexpectedly this little girl looked around and mysteriously leaned in, whispering: "Brother Mu, I know what’s going on."

"Hmm?"

"Today while cooking, I overheard them talking in the living room. It seemed Sister Sun Nan sold something and got pressured on the prices, resulting in a major gap in the company’s startup funds. Sister Feifei is worried about where to get five million to fill the hole..."

Lin Mu was stunned, not knowing Sophie’s branded bags and jewelry were undervalued. But, as expected, in this era, opportunists are not in short supply.

Seeing Lin Mu silent, Liu Xin’Er quickly closed her mouth, cautiously saying, "Brother Mu, did I do something wrong? I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have eavesdropped on their conversation, please don’t be angry."

"Angry? You didn’t do anything wrong, why would I be angry with you?"

Lin Mu’s eyes darted around, suddenly thinking of something, unable to help but laugh sneakily.

Wancheng City, in a luxurious hotel.

Zhao Tianhao sat on the sofa with a gloomy face. The afternoon’s match had already been reported on the local TV station. Watching the excerpt video of himself getting blocked and falling embarrassingly, Zhao Tianhao couldn’t help but tighten his fingers, crushing the remote control into pieces.

"Damn it!" He shouted angrily, jumping up, and a surge of killing intent spread, fracturing the coffee table in front of him with several visible white cracks.

"A trivial person made you so angry, no wonder your cultivation hasn’t progressed all these years."

The breeze lifted the window screen, suddenly a voice sounded, startling Zhao Tianhao. He turned abruptly.

Amidst it stood a tall middle-aged Taoist, who unbeknownst when had appeared in the suite’s living room. His hair was long, messily hanging down, covering half of his face. His Taoist robe was tattered, hardly showing its original trace, yet he wore it sloppily, and his skin was spotlessly clean. Hidden behind the long hair, his eyes were bright and spirited, like the Yunhai above the pole, giving a cool and serene, immensely deep feeling.

"Master, you’re back." Zhao Tianhao’s eyes flashed with joy.

"When I returned isn’t important, what’s important is, look at yourself," snorted the middle-aged Taoist coldly. "If the heart is like ice, even if the sky falls, stay unperturbed; amidst constant changes, stay calm, spirit and mood condensed! Ice Heart Technique focuses on the heart, yet you, your heart isn’t clear, your spirit isn’t condensed. Over such trifles, you vent your anger. Tianhao, do you know this is a sign of inner demons?"

"...Disciple knows his mistake." Zhao Tianhao drew a deep breath, guiltily lowered his head.

"Knowing is good."

The middle-aged Taoist’s tone softened slightly, silent for a while, then said: "You have only one month’s preparation time, let go of mundane affairs, focus on training; as your mentor, I’ll assist you. Whether you can break through to the Huajin Realm depends on your own fortune."

"One month, Master, you want?"

"Saint selection."

"The bounty hunter organization’s saint selection?"

Zhao Tianhao’s eyes slightly changed, instinctively asked: "Master, why suddenly think of letting me participate in that selection?"

Once spoken, Zhao Tianhao regretted, but unexpectedly, the middle-aged Taoist didn’t get angry as usual, instead squinting his eyes, calmly said: "This selection will have a Purifying Yang Powder as a reward. If you get it, as your mentor, I have a way to help you break through to the Ancient Martial Realm within half a year, condensing true Inner Breath."