Indestructible Primordial Spirit

  "Li Shou, are you saying that the current combat strength can be compared to yours?" Wang Yingfu's face was shocked without any embellishment: "How is this possible, he is only at the ninth level of bravery!"

  "So I'm saying that Bu Lie is a genius, if it's just a spar, I can still suppress him, but if we're really going all out, I'm afraid I wouldn't be his match."

  Wang Lishou said that it was indeed the case, and there were examples of killing giant ape demons. Wang Yingfu's expression on his face became even more radiant due to joy: "This news is even more exciting for me than sending my heart core..."

  Gazing intently at Lu Buqi, Wang Yingfu was about to say something when a loud noise erupted from outside the hall. A low, angry voice bellowed: "I'd like to see what kind of noble guest can make my peonies wilt after just half a day!"

  As the voice fell, a tall and thin figure wearing a gray-silver long gown strode in with large strides, his face sporting a gloomy smile. Behind him followed five people: two robust men clad in black tight-fitting attire, and three youths dressed in orange form-fitting shirts.

  "Oh... I'm so sorry, Jiang Longguan, you see, I was just about to go over and greet you!" Wang Yingfu's face wore a hypocritical smile: "But the great benefactor of Guzhen has just returned... Come, Lishou, Buqi, this is Wang Jianglong, the big manager of Zhutan Town, and the rest are all elite talents from Zhutan Town!"

  Wang Lisou and Lu Buqi naturally stood up in coordination, slightly with a welcoming momentum: "Wang Lisou, Buqi has seen Director Wang."

  "Hmph!" Wang Jianglong's face turned longer than a donkey's, not giving any face to Wang Lishou and Lu Boyi: "I thought it was one of the masters from the main house coming over, but it turns out it's just two underlings. Wang Yingfu, what do you mean by this?"

  Wang Yingfu's smile didn't diminish: "Oh, the people below have achieved something. As someone in a high position, if I don't even offer praise, wouldn't that discourage them? It seems one really can't measure others by their own way of doing things... I thought Jiang Long was also like this when handling affairs..."

  When Wang Yingfu said this, he also glanced at the two black-clothed burly men behind Wang Jianglong. As expected, the expressions of those two people were somewhat mysterious and wonderful.

  Wang Jianglong's face turned even darker, and he couldn't help but hear the implication behind Wang Yingfu's words. He looked straight at Wang Lishou and Lu Buqi: "Oh, a meritorious minister who has achieved great things? Then it is only right to receive and entertain him. But what kind of achievement is it? Can you tell me about it?"

  "Wang Leshou is the number one master of Guazhen Town, and also a famous blacksmith. It's not like he has any outstanding achievements or anything, but when I went to gather the Wu Ding, he happened to help me take down a high-quality beast, so I'm just concerned about whether they got hurt. After all, such good subordinates aren't something you can find anywhere!" Wang Yingfu smiled complacently, fondling the Heart Core in his hand like it was a beloved toy.

  Everyone's face changed, but the people behind Wang Jianglong looked at Wang Lishou in shock. The person who could single-handedly kill a fine beast was absolutely a top-notch expert. As for Wang Jianglong, he looked at the heart core in Wang Yingfu's hand, his eyes becoming increasingly gloomy. However, he turned to look at Lu Buqi: "Is this the Wuding you gathered? Not even a White Body?"

  Bai Shen, also known as a commoner with a name and surname, Wang Jianglong knew that Lu Buqi was not a Bai Shen because when they first formally met, Lu Buqi called himself "Buqi", but in Yun Ze country, there is no such surname as "Bu".

  Lu Buqi nodded, lowering his eyebrows and speaking in a submissive tone: "If it's about serving the king, I'm still just a humble slave from Ze."

  "Zé Nú? Is it true that this town of Guāzhèn is really deserted? And yet, we still have to find a martial arts master from Zé Nú?" Wang Jiang Long's face showed a hint of complacency, with a faint sense of turning the tables.

  As Wang Yingfu's face turned red with anger, Lu Buji responded in a low voice: "The great manager thinks that this kind of small matter is enough for me, a humble Ze slave, and there is no need to disturb the crowd, so as not to hurt harmony."

  "What a big tone!" Wang Jianglong scolded: "Is the matter of Wu Ding's election also a small matter? You, Zehou, are so bold and arrogant!"

  Wang Yingfu, however, was full of praise, his eyebrows dancing again, a brilliant smile on his face: "Jiang Longguan, you don't have to take things out of context either. I didn't say that the selection of Wu Ding was a small matter."

  "What's a small matter?" Wang Jianglong wanted to grasp a small handle, he found that he was very disgusted with the lowly Ze Nu in front of him. No slave had ever dared to use language to squeeze him like this before.

  Wang Yingfu wouldn't be deceived: "He just said that responding to your letter from Gutian Town is a small matter, isn't it, don't you think?"

  Lu Buqi still hung his head: "The great steward is wise and capable, otherwise Master Wang can casually pull out a few disciples, they are all stronger than me."

  "Is it?" Wang Jianglong was furious and laughed: "Very good, Wang Shubo, you heard this, what do you think?"

  A young man with a phoenix-shaped mark on his forehead sneered beside Wang Jianglong: "This kid looks strong and powerful, but I don't know if he's just a useless pretty face...I didn't wait for so many days to get a useless idiot!"

  "Look, you want to rush into it, young people are always impatient!" Wang Jianglong provocatively looked at Wang Yingfu: "Yingfu, do you still want a few more days to prepare?"

  Wang Yingfu pouted: "I was thinking of waiting a few more days, after all, this age is not suitable for waiting, Nucai is only thirteen years old, and Wang Shubo is already eighteen years old..."

  "Thirteen years old? You guys in Guazhen are really deserted!" Wang Jianglong sneered: "But it's true, even if we lose like that, there's a good reason for it. You're quite a cunning fox, Yingfu."

  Wang Yingfu smiled: "Thank you for the compliment, but Jiang Long is in charge. You brought three Wu Ding this time, it can't be that only Wang Shubo can take out his hand, right? Why don't we take out a small one today and have some fun?"

  "Fine, saves me from saying I'm bullying you!" Wang Jianglong flicked his hand: "Wang Zhimeng, just play with this low-born slave... Yingfu, this Wang Zhimeng is only 15 years old, now you don't have anything to say, do you?"

  Wang Zhimin took a step forward, and at the age of fifteen, he was about the same height as Lu Buqi, but his build was slightly thinner. He looked refined and delicate, probably from a good family background, similar to Wang Bo in terms of demeanor, looking down on others with disdain.

  "Although it's still a bit unfair, but it's almost there!" Wang Yingfu shrugged: "After all, I also can't let you go find a 13-year-old Yongli Jiuchong to come!"

  Wang Yingfu said this, and everyone was in an uproar. Wang Jianglong looked at Lu Buqi in shock: "This kid... has the courage of nine heavens!?"

  Wang Zhimin's originally raised nostrils had drooped, he was only brave and powerful eight times over, although not comparable to Wang Shubao, but in Zhutan Town, it was also considered a small talent, but what about the one in front of him? Wasn't it a monster?

  Wang Yingfu smiled and said: "However, I'm more cunning. You can consider this a psychological tactic!"

  Wang Jiang Long's suspicious gaze wandered between Wang Ying Fu and Lu Buqi, but ultimately landed on Wang Zhi Min. The latter didn't wait for him to speak, directly opening his mouth with still utmost confidence: "Big Manager, isn't it that you only know after fighting, the Ninefold Courageous?"

  "Alright, go all out!" Wang Jianglong nodded, thirteen years old and ninth grade in martial arts, who would believe that?

  "But since it's a exchange with Wu Ding, as the big manager, if we don't bring out something to show off, wouldn't that make us look very stingy?" Wang Yingfu played with the Heart Core in his hand, smiling slyly at Wang Jianglong.

  Wang Jiang's pupils slightly contracted as he sniffed out a hint of conspiracy: "What are you planning to use as the prize?"

  "What about this core?" Wang Yingfu smiled and said: "If Wang Zhimou wins, this core will be his reward!"

  Wang Zhimin's eyes suddenly lit up, full of greedy desire. And behind him, Wang Shubo and another young man had a painful look on their faces, apparently very depressed that they couldn't participate in this exchange.

  "Of course, if Wang Zhimin didn't win, this reward shouldn't be given by me, right?" This time it was Wang Yingfu's turn to provoke and look at Wang Jianglong: "Dare or not dare to play a game, Jianglong is in charge."

  Facing Wang Yingfu's provocation, feeling Wang Zhiming's eagerness, even if he had smelled the conspiracy, Wang Jianglong still gritted his teeth and nodded: "Since you're so generous, I won't be petty. If this little slave wins, one Heart Core, I'll give it to him!"