The Fate of the Martial World

The Zhao Family's people retreated in a frenzy.

Long Aotian chased after over a hundred of them by himself, beating them down like mad.

Lu Chengwen shook his head. "Why bother? Why go through all this?"

Hua Xuening said, "Master! Your face changed back?"

Lu Chengwen was surprised. "Huh? Did it?"

He touched his face and burst out laughing, thinking,

Leveling up has this benefit too? Not bad. My own face is still more reassuring.

Zhang Jiucheng clasped his fists. "CEO Lu, we gave you a fright. The Zhang Family did not handle things carefully enough. Please forgive us!"

Lu Chengwen hurriedly said, "You came to help me—you already saved my life. Cheng Wen is grateful beyond words. How could I possibly blame you? Where is that brother?"

Zhang Duo stepped out, his face full of gratitude. "CEO Lu, thanks to your Great Heaven Returning Pill, Zhang Duo got his life back."

Lu Chengwen said, "Because of me alone, the Zhang Family suffered such terrible losses... Uncle Jiucheng, I'll cover the compensation for every brother from the Zhang Family who died today. Double compensation. And all the injured brothers—their medicine, lost wages, and everything else—calculate it all. I'll pay."

Zhang Jiucheng was deeply moved.

Because of the Monkey Palace, even if Lu Chengwen had simply waved a hand and refused to concern himself with anything, Zhang Jiucheng would not have dared utter a word of complaint.

That was how ancient martial arts families were.

If they were lucky, they could enjoy ten or twenty peaceful years—making money, chasing women, living with prestige.

But one major battle could cost them men and strength, leave them badly damaged, or even drive them from the stage forever, with no chance of rising again.

So in peaceful times, everyone accumulated power, all to strengthen