With Divine Skill in Hand, the World Is Mine

After howling, Lu Ming turned and glared at a lackey who had come closer, immediately opening his mouth to curse.

"Xu Dong, you dumb bastard! Sooner or later, I'm going to kill you, you asshole! You carry around a huge fortune while pretending to be poor every day."

"Out of all of us, you're the richest, and you're also the stingiest."

"Brother Ming, I... I don't have any money!"

Lu Ming's lackey stared at him with a baffled expression. Who would have thought Lu Ming's next words would leave him utterly stunned?

"The last time I went on a date with your sister, she told me your secret savings are at least thirty million. Sooner or later, I'm going to scam every last cent out of you."

After cursing that lackey, Lu Ming turned his attention to another one, making the guy's body jolt violently.

Lu Fan had grown tired of watching and urged them on with a look of disgust. Only then did Liu Ruyan leisurely step on the gas and drive off.

Liu Ruyan was in an incredibly good mood along the way. Rather than a race, it looked more like a young couple taking a drive along a mountain road.

The Ferrari took nearly ten minutes to complete two laps, directly setting the club's record for the slowest time.

Yet within those ten minutes, Lu Ming, who had only just started, was defeated as well. The guy regained consciousness after three minutes.

But in those three minutes, he had cursed out every one of his lackeys and exposed quite a few embarrassing secrets, causing two of them to lose their patience and step forward to beat him senseless.

When Lu Fan and Liu Ruyan got out of the car, the guy was still lying on the ground and howling.

Several resort attendants hurriedly lifted Lu Ming up. Every one of them wore a mask and looked disgusted; the guy was simply too pathetic-looking.

The physical discomfort was one thing, but the humiliation in his heart was worse. The moment Lu Ming remembered going crazy and getting beaten up in front of hundreds of people, he nearly wanted to die.

What was worse, those bastards were all holding up their phones and filming him. Lu Ming could practically see tomorrow's headlines already: Young Master of the Capital Suffers Mental Breakdown Before Hundreds, dominating the trending lists.

It was not until Lu Fan walked up to him with an arm around Liu Ruyan that Lu Ming remembered an even more serious problem: he had lost that fifty-million wager.

"Lu Ming, Young Master Lu, cut the crap and arrange the transfer."

"I... I refuse to accept this! This doesn't count! Something happened to my body! This round doesn't count!"

Lu Ming growled weakly, and a chorus of boos immediately rose from the crowd.

They were all from the second-generation circle of the capital, here to have fun. They could accept losing, but everyone despised people who tried to welch on a bet after losing.

"So, Young Master Lu Ming, you're planning to welch on the debt? Don't forget, you're the owner of this club. If even the owner takes the lead in welching, you might as well shut this club down."

Lu Fan's words made Lu Ming's expression freeze. He stammered for a long time but could not find a single word to refute him.

In the end, under the pressure, the guy reluctantly gave the order to transfer the money to Lu Fan. His heart bled as he said it. That was a massive fifty million!

"Hahaha... Lu Ming, contact me whenever you want a rematch. There's a hundred million in this card of mine!"

Lu Fan smugly tossed the Dragon Country bank card in his hand. In just a few days, he had gone from being a fool to turning things around and earning over a hundred million. When all was said and done, he had to thank the system for it.

At that moment, it was not just Lu Ming who was aching with regret. Everyone who had pooled money together earlier watched Lu Fan leave arrogantly with murderous looks in their eyes.

"Yay! Lu Fan, you're amazing!"

Once they got in the car, the ecstatic Liu Ruyan threw herself into Lu Fan's arms and gave him a passionate kiss. Lu Fan naturally welcomed her advances, and as they kissed, his large hand began to wander.

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"Don't, Lu Fan. Let's go home. I'll definitely serve you well tonight!"

With seductive eyes, Liu Ruyan pressed down on Lu Fan's wandering hand, then floored the gas pedal and sent the Ferrari speeding away.

When the storm had passed, Liu Ruyan lay limp in Lu Fan's arms.

Her disheveled hair, damp with fragrant sweat, clung to her delicate and stunning face. Only then did Liu Ruyan's soul seem to return to her body. Recalling the embarrassing scene from earlier, even someone as bold as her felt so ashamed that her whole body went weak.

Lu Fan smacked his lips and savored the memory for a while before sitting up and taking the bag from the bedside. Inside were three Martial Arts Manuals.

Lu Fan had watched plenty of television, so he naturally understood that internal energy was the foundation of all martial arts. He directly took out the Northern Darkness Divine Skill manual and began flipping through it.

Beside him, Liu Ruyan stared blankly at what Lu Fan was doing. For a moment, she suspected that he had become an idiot again.

What normal person would ignore such a beautiful and sexy campus beauty and go read a fake Martial Arts Manual?

"Lu Fan, why don't... we go to sleep early? You must be tired after earlier too."

Liu Ruyan whispered softly into Lu Fan's ear, but after their passion had subsided, Lu Fan was clearly more interested in the manual in his hands.

"You go to sleep first. I'm still counting on mastering peerless martial arts and becoming a grandmaster-level martial artist."

"And I heard that practicing martial arts doesn't just make you good at fighting. It can also improve a man's stamina in that department. When the time comes, I'll call you and Liu Mengran together, and the three of us can explore and unlock some new positions."

"Pah! You're truly shameless!"

Liu Ruyan spat at him in embarrassment and annoyance. Lu Fan had put her through plenty earlier, and she was already exhausted beyond belief.

She drowsily closed her eyes, and Liu Ruyan soon drifted into sleep.

Lu Fan, meanwhile, seemed possessed as he read the Northern Darkness Divine Skill manual, marked with the words People's Publishing House, over and over again.

The manual was filled with obscure and difficult words, while some of its illustrations showed meditation and diagrams of energy moving through the meridians.

Yet in Lu Fan's mind, all that difficult knowledge seemed to have been illuminated, allowing him to instantly understand its meaning. That was why he had not been interested in Liu Ruyan earlier.

He could sleep with the campus beauty whenever he wanted, but he had to master the divine skill as soon as possible. With the divine skill in hand, the world would be his. Then, when he encountered danger again, he would have the ability to handle it.

Since it was the weekend, Liu Ruyan had not set an alarm. She slept until late in the morning before opening her beautiful eyes.

She instinctively reached toward the bedside, but did not find Lu Fan there. Liu Ruyan sighed in disappointment.

"Ah, in his heart, I'm just a scheming woman who comes whenever he calls. His tenderness probably only blooms for Liu Mengran."

Liu Ruyan sat up, only to be shocked into a meme-worthy expression by the sight before her the next second.

Wearing nothing but a pair of underwear, Lu Fan sat cross-legged on the floor with a solemn, dignified expression. His face was turned toward the sunlight streaming through the window, and from Liu Ruyan's position, she could only faintly see his profile.

Most astonishingly, a mass of white mist swirled above Lu Fan's head. Like a hat without support, it hovered above him, looking incredibly mystical.

A faint stench drifted over, and Liu Ruyan was shocked to discover that it was coming from Lu Fan's body.

Looking more closely, she saw tiny black impurities seeping out of Lu Fan's body. Those black substances were the source of the foul smell.

"This is..."

Liu Ruyan's eyes widened in shock. In this information age, there was nothing she could not find online. She had already vaguely guessed what was happening to Lu Fan, and in the next instant, her gaze snapped toward the Northern Darkness Divine Skill manual lying on the floor.