Little Wang Was Too Fierce

It had happened again?! Even Wang Xuan himself was speechless. Last time had been one thing—it had been entirely because Qin Cheng had blurted out nonsense. But this time was different. He had been caught red-handed himself.

At the private room's entrance, Zhao Qinghan stood tall and graceful. She wore a fitted, subtly luxurious dress, cinched at the waist and hugging her hips down to just above the knees, perfectly outlining her lovely figure and showcasing every curve.

Yet unlike last time, she was not smiling. Frost had settled over her originally sweet and delicate face. She was exceedingly cold and glamorous, utterly unlike her usual self—so aloof she seemed almost removed from the mortal world.

"Why are you still standing there? Come in already." Wang Xuan greeted her, rising to welcome her himself. Tall and slender, with a brilliant smile, he said, "I told Qin Cheng not to rush ordering. I knew Student Zhao would definitely come, so we were waiting for you to pick whatever you liked. Don't spare my wallet. Since you're leaving, as the local host, I have to treat Student Zhao properly."

Qin Cheng opened his mouth, desperately wanting to say, I'm clearly the one paying for this meal!

Seeing Zhao Qinghan's ice-cold demeanor, he actually found her rather stunning. He took another look at Wang Xuan and muttered inwardly, Old Wang, seek your own blessings. This time, you can't blame me.

Zhao Qinghan's long hair was black and silky, and her gleaming white oval face was delicate and lovely. Yet she no longer seemed sweet. An icy chill that kept others a thousand miles away surrounded her. Her beautiful eyes bore down on Wang Xuan, no longer as gentle as before, carrying an unexpected pressure. Her glossy red lips only made her seem colder and more glamorous.

At that moment, she wore no smile. She lifted her snow-white chin slightly and scrutinized Wang Xuan.

Still, she entered the private room. Her crystal-studded high heels clicked against the floor, the only sound in the silent room.

Qin Cheng stood and pulled out a chair.

But she did not come over. Instead, she went to the sofa not far away meant for resting and sat down without a word. Rather than placing her legs demurely to one side, she raised them and elegantly rested them on the tea table, keeping them together without worrying about exposing anything.

It had to be said that Zhao Qinghan's legs were straight and especially long, fully displaying her excellent figure.

This image, this temperament, was completely different from the Goddess Zhao Qin Cheng usually saw. She truly had the queenly air Wang Xuan had described, overturning everything he had believed about her before.

She said nothing, crossing her arms over her chest. This inadvertently made her curves stand out even more. Without speaking, she watched Wang Xuan, waiting to see what reasonable explanation he could possibly offer.

Once, twice—she had caught him red-handed two times in a row. There was absolutely nothing gentle in the way she looked at Wang Xuan now. Though she was still beautiful, her temperament was cold, proud, and faintly fierce.

Wang Xuan rose, his expression incomparably solemn, and walked towards Zhao Qinghan.

Qin Cheng was calm instead. It was rare to see Old Wang in such an awkward spot, and he was rather looking forward to seeing how Wang Xuan would explain himself this time.

After all, Wang Xuan had never followed the rules.

"I'm sorry!"

After Wang Xuan came close, he actually apologized directly? Qin Cheng felt a little disappointed. He loved watching trouble unfold and had been hoping to see Old Wang put on a performance.

After all, in his eyes, Wang Xuan had never behaved himself.

Yet the next instant, Qin Cheng's eyes flew wide open. He nearly cried out, unable to believe what he was seeing. As expected of you, Old Wang—you actually... laid hands on Goddess Zhao!

The moment Wang Xuan said the words "I'm sorry," his right hand sliced fiercely toward Zhao Qinghan's neck like a blade. There was a faint sound of wind and thunder. The force was terrifying, and the movement was even more astonishingly fast.

The air seemed to explode. The airflow violently shook, sending the tissues on the tea table flying.

Qin Cheng was stunned. Though he knew Wang Xuan never played by the rules, this was far too ruthless. He was directly striking viciously at Goddess Zhao, showing no mercy at all.

He was incomparably nervous, his mouth hanging open. What kind of script was this? Old Wang was too fierce—was he really going to destroy a flower with savage hands?!

Zhao Qinghan was also startled. Her beautiful face finally changed color. This Wang Xuan was truly impossible to predict—he actually dared attack her so fiercely here.

She reacted with lightning speed. Her right hand instantly glimmered with crystalline radiance, stabbing toward Wang Xuan's descending right palm like a gleaming white dagger. Though she moved later, she was extraordinarily fast, making the air tremble faintly.

At the same time, her left hand formed a fist seal. Though it looked delicate, its power was terrifying. A vibrating boom rang out as it blasted toward Wang Xuan's chest.

Wang Xuan's right hand remained in its palm-blade attack posture, while his left hand moved as well, blocking Zhao Qinghan's fair fist as if to seize it forcefully.

Bang!

The tea table shattered. Zhao Qinghan had merely drawn her legs in slightly with a bit of force, yet it split into four pieces.

As both her hands attacked, she twisted her slender waist, and her pair of long legs lashed sideways like the whip of the wind god, striking steadily, accurately, and ruthlessly at Wang Xuan's head and chest.

Wang Xuan reacted swiftly and adapted superbly. He closed in, raised his right knee to block her legs, and after his hands collided with Zhao Qinghan's palm and fist, he made as if to lock her down.

Qin Cheng's heart shook violently as he watched. Then, as though springs had been installed beneath his backside, he shot to his feet, rushed to the door, and quickly shut it, not daring to let anyone see.

Whoosh!

Zhao Qinghan was light and agile. She shifted sideways from beside the sofa, escaping Wang Xuan's attack range. Beneath her long legs, her high heels had punched holes into the carpet. It was clear just what a terrifying power lay within her tightly drawn body.

Her face was filled with killing intent, entirely unlike her usual delicate sweetness. She now maintained an exceptionally powerful combat stance.

Qin Cheng swallowed hard, finding it difficult to believe. Wang Xuan had once told him that with his skills, he was nowhere near a match for Goddess Zhao. He had not believed it then, but now, seeing that she could actually fight Old Wang head-on, he was dumbfounded, utterly stunned.

But now was not the time to think too much. He yanked a soft power cord out of the room and whispered to Wang Xuan, "Should we tie her up?!"

Between his brother and the goddess, he naturally chose the former without hesitation. They should take down Goddess Zhao first and talk later.

Wang Xuan was speechless. He slowly exhaled and let his hands fall, no longer maintaining an attacking stance.

Zhao Qinghan shot Qin Cheng a fierce glare. She also withdrew her Old Arts fighting stance, relaxed her taut body, twisted her waist, and made clicking sounds against the floor with her high heels.

Wang Xuan spoke. "Impressive. So you had already gathered qi and completed inner cultivation!"

He had always felt that Zhao Qinghan might be extraordinary, but since they had never fought, he did not know just how strong she was. Only after today's brief clash was he certain that this woman was exceptionally formidable.

Whether last time or today, Zhao Qinghan had been able to appear silently behind him, only being sensed after she had come very close.

Although both occasions had something to do with the overly relaxed atmosphere at the scene and his lack of vigilance, they still revealed certain things.

Especially since Qing Mu from the Exploration Organization had once told Wang Xuan that he was quite interested in two students from the Experimental Class, believing they had immense potential and could become great experts.

At that time, Wang Xuan had realized there was a hidden formidable figure in the class.

It was simply that he had interacted too little with Zhao Qinghan. This woman was often absent from school, leaving for ten days or half a month at a time, and on average spending only a few days each month at school.

So earlier, he had been unable to determine exactly what level her Old Arts had reached.

Zhao Qinghan smoothed back her lovely hair and said mockingly, "You truly are an odd one. You refuse to be bound by rules. After mocking me twice, you even dared to attack me directly."

Qin Cheng hurriedly tried to smooth things over. "Hey, it's all a misunderstanding. Sit down, have tea, order some dishes. All old grudges and past events of the mortal world vanish amid cups of wine and laughter."

Zhao Qinghan glanced at the power cord in his hand and wanted to beat him up. He called her "goddess" at every turn, yet at the critical moment, he had actually wanted to help Wang Xuan tie her up!

That unfriendly gaze immediately made Qin Cheng extremely awkward. He swiftly tossed the power cord into the corner behind him.

"Let's order. We can talk while we eat," Wang Xuan said.

Zhao Qinghan's long, lovely brows lifted slightly. "Is your heart too big, or do you think mine is truly broad enough that I won't hold anything against you?"

"My heart is indeed a little big." Wang Xuan took a look at her and said, "And you're not someone who nitpicks over everything. In my eyes, you're broad-minded, have a great figure, and are very beautiful."

In an instant, Zhao Qinghan's eyes turned sharp, and her expression became thoroughly unfriendly. Sitting down with her arms crossed, she sneered at him again and again.

Wang Xuan smiled. "Since you have mastered Old Arts and your attainments are astonishing, you should know that people like us have keen senses. I felt that you had been watching me from afar. I don't know what you wanted to do, but you seemed to see me as prey and wanted to drag me into the water. That set off alarm bells in me, so I guarded against you."

Zhao Qinghan felt stifled inside. She dearly wanted to say, Was that guarding against me? You were clearly making up stories about me behind my back! Last time was one thing, but this time you even said I could be innocent or seductive. You're begging to be beaten!

Wang Xuan said, "Student Zhao, don't be angry. Come, please sit. We can talk while eating and see whether there's any opportunity to cooperate."

From their few interactions, Wang Xuan was certain that she must have something she wanted from him. Otherwise, since he was about to leave Old Earth, there was no need for her to extend an olive branch to him.

"You're quite confident," Zhao Qinghan said. For the moment, she did not dwell on those matters and prepared to talk with him.

When the waiter entered, he was immediately at a loss for words. Had these three come to eat, or to tear down the room? The tea table was shattered, and the floor was full of tiny holes made by high heels. He had no choice but to switch them to another room.

Goddess Zhao was very magnanimous and did not mention what had just happened again. However, she went out first and returned wearing a coat, because she still felt that there had been something wrong with Wang Xuan's words earlier.

The three sat down, and the atmosphere became harmonious. They chatted and laughed, brushing aside what had happened as though nothing had occurred.

Wang Xuan spoke solemnly. "Student Zhao, you've got your eye on me most likely because you value my skills. Let me make this clear first: if it's dirty work, purely stabbing people in the dark, don't drag me into the water. I obey the law and follow the rules, never make mistakes, and am a fine citizen of Old Earth. I've never hurt anyone in all my life. Oh, right—the time I attacked Zhou Yun at the class reunion doesn't count. I was completely forced into self-defense."

Zhao Qinghan looked at him. No matter what, she could not believe this rule-breaking classmate was as disciplined as he claimed. If someone investigated closely, there should be plenty of damaging material on him.

She remained calm. When it came to serious matters, she was extremely experienced. She did not rush to speak, remaining remarkably composed. Instead, she revealed some secrets concerning Super Arts.

"Super Arts—some also want to call it Divine Arts—were entirely an unexpected harvest from exploring a certain place."

Unhurriedly, she slowly spoke of certain matters.

Suddenly, she said directly, "Some people harbor wild ambitions. Before they have even finished investigating, they are already thinking of lighting the divine fire. Heh, others think even further ahead, imagining fantasies such as becoming Buddhas and patriarchs. Ridiculous. They should first solve the problem that they themselves do not have many years left to live."

Hearing this, Wang Xuan realized something. "You aren't thinking of finding people to explore some place, are you? The first people sent in would absolutely be cannon fodder going to their deaths. Don't look for me. I'm not going!"

Zhao Qinghan smiled, bright and dazzling. "You really do think too much. We're classmates—would I set you up? That is an unpredictable great opportunity!"

Wang Xuan was utterly unmoved and rejected it from the bottom of his heart.

"Don't worry. It is completely unlike what you imagine. It's an opportunity, not a crisis. But you can't even go to New Star now and have been left behind on Old Earth, so there isn't much point in saying these things too early."

The two of them made small talk and continued chatting.

Finally, Wang Xuan said directly, "Student Zhao, if you insist on hiring me, that's fine. May I ask whether you intend to pay an advance first? Do you have any secret transmitted scriptures from a Daoist Ancestral Court?"

Zhao Qinghan wanted to hit him. Secret texts from a Daoist Ancestral Court? How could he dare say that? What was he thinking?!

Wang Xuan added, "Then do you have Golden Bamboo Slips from the pre-Qin era?"

Zhao Qinghan's expression turned unfriendly. She felt there was no way to continue this conversation. Wang Xuan was clearly uninterested and was deliberately opening his mouth like a lion, blocking off this path.

Qin Cheng sighed inwardly. Old Wang was truly fierce. Earlier, he had directly attacked Goddess Zhao; now, he was refusing to give an inch while discussing cooperation and business, making flames practically rise in Zhao Qinghan's eyes.

He hurriedly tried to smooth things over. "Drink up. One should enjoy life to the fullest when success comes. By the way, Qing Han, I really never expected you to have trained Old Arts to this level, enough to fight Wang Xuan. How exactly did you achieve it?"

Zhao Qinghan answered casually, saying that she practiced for a while every day in order to maintain her good figure.

Qin Cheng became depressed on the spot. Lowering his head, he drank without wanting to speak. He even felt like crying a little. She had casually become an Old Arts expert simply by training to maintain a devilish figure, while he had bled and shed tears, suffered for years, and still had not succeeded in gathering qi. Who could he reason with about that?!