Such Good Development It's a Shame to Become a Monk

It was already late at night, and the small tavern had closed.

Just as Dongfang Bai was about to knock, Hao Shuai stopped her. He directly jumped onto the roof of the wine cellar with her, lifted the tiles, and pulled up a jar of wine. At the same time, he tossed down a gold bean as payment.

"What's the point of good wine without good scenery! Come with me."

Hao Shuai led the way, taking Dongfang Bai to a field of dandelions.

"Brother Dong, look at the beautiful moonlight and this lovely place. Why don't we drink here and chat?" Hao Shuai sat down on the ground, broke the seal on the wine, took a swig directly from the jar, and said to Dongfang Bai.

"Okay!" Dongfang Bai smiled, took the wine jar Hao Shuai handed her, and took a drink.

"I see Brother Hao's martial arts are not weak. What are your thoughts on the righteous and evil factions in the martial world?" Dongfang Bai asked.

"What is righteous? What is evil?"

Hao Shuai didn't answer Miss Dongfang's question but instead asked back.

"To me, it doesn't matter if it's righteous or evil! If I find it pleasing to the eye, it's righteous. If I find it displeasing, it's evil. As long as they don't bother me or get in the way of my goals, it has nothing to do with me."

"Oh, then may I ask Brother Hao, what is your goal?" Dongfang Bai asked curiously.

"Heh heh! My goal is to become the number one man in the world!" Hao Shuai stared intently at Dongfang Bai and said.

"Number one in the world? Brother Hao, do you know that the current recognized number one in the world is Dongfang Bubai of the Sun Moon Holy Cult? Do you have the confidence to defeat her?" Dongfang Bai felt a bit embarrassed and annoyed by Hao Shuai's stare. She glared at him and turned her head away.

"Whether I can win or not is another matter, but one day, I will make her kneel before me and sing 'Conquer'." Hao Shuai said confidently.

Time slowly passed as the two chatted, and soon, only half of the wine jar remained.

"The bright moon is in the sky, such beautiful scenery. It would be great if someone could dance with a sword! Unfortunately, I don't know any sword techniques!" Hao Shuai said, his eyes hazy with drunkenness.

"Dancing with a sword and drinking wine. I didn't expect Brother Hao to have such refined tastes. I'll do it!" Dongfang Bai said.

Dongfang Bai pulled out a silk ribbon and began to dance under the moonlight.

Looking at Dongfang Bai's movements, Hao Shuai unconsciously said, "A sword dance under the moon, drink my immortal wine!" After saying that, he drained the remaining wine in the jar in one gulp.

Then he stood up and walked in front of Dongfang Bai, smiling, "I don't know why, but I feel like I'm getting along better and better with you, Brother Dong." Before he could finish speaking, the alcohol hit him hard, and Hao Shuai stumbled, almost falling.

"Hey, Brother Hao, what's wrong?" Dongfang Bai stepped forward to support him, asking urgently.

"It's nothing, just drank too much. I'm just a bit dizzy. By the way, Brother Dong, why are your pectoral muscles so developed?" Hao Shuai said.

"Ah~~"

"Bang"

A punch echoed crisply in the quiet field. With a bang, Dongfang Bai reflexively threw a punch at Hao Shuai's eye socket, sending him flying.

It was fortunate that Dongfang Bai only reacted instinctively and didn't use her internal energy. Coupled with Hao Shuai's mastery of the Golden Bell Shield Iron Cloth Shirt, he didn't suffer any internal injuries.

Dongfang Bai was both angry and embarrassed. She turned and left. After a few steps, she saw no movement behind her and turned back, only to find Hao Shuai lying motionless on the ground.

"Hao Shuai, are you dead?" Dongfang Bai snorted angrily.

After a while, seeing that Hao Shuai still hadn't gotten up, she became a little flustered. Just as she was about to step forward to help him up, she suddenly heard a "hoo hoo... hoo..." sound. She lowered her head and saw that Hao Shuai was actually snoring in his sleep.

Dongfang Bai looked at the sleeping Hao Shuai, wishing she could punch him again. After thinking about it, she couldn't bring herself to do it and turned to leave.

Poor Hao Shuai was left to sleep outdoors.

The next day, Hao Shuai woke up, hot from the sun.

He got up, looked around, and found himself in the same dandelion field as last night. His eye socket felt swollen and painful. He took out a mirror and looked.

His entire eye socket was bruised, red, and swollen!

Damn it!

Dongfang Bai really didn't hold back! It seems like trying to take advantage of her is not easy at all!

It turned out that Hao Shuai had done it on purpose last night, and he was faking sleep afterward. Perhaps he was afraid of being beaten to death on the spot!

Hao Shuai straightened his clothes and used his Blood Essence to reduce the swelling and bruising before returning to the village from last night. The village chief told Hao Shuai that Yi Lin had left early in the morning because she couldn't wait for him.

Hao Shuai washed up a bit, left the village, and flew towards Hengyang City.

Hengyang is located south of Mount Hengshan in the Nan Yue range, and it has been a strategic point controlling the three rivers since ancient times. Because the north of the mountain is "Yang," it got its name. As "northern geese fly south and stop here to rest," it is also elegantly called "Goose City," known for its beautiful scenery.

By the time he arrived outside Hengyang City, it was already late.

Entering the city, Hao Shuai saw that Hengyang City was bustling with people. Besides ordinary residents, there were many martial artists carrying various weapons.

Hao Shuai understood that this was because of Liu Zhengfeng's Golden Basin Hand-washing ceremony.

He wandered around for a while, then looked up. The sun was directly overhead, indicating it was already noon. He felt his stomach growling with hunger.

As Hao Shuai happened to be near the famous Returning Goose Tower in Hengyang City, he walked straight in. A waiter led him to a table on the second floor, quickly wiped it down, and respectfully asked, "Sir, what would you like to eat?"

"Serve me one of each of your signature dishes. No alcohol," Hao Shuai said, tossing a gold coin to the waiter.

"Right away! Please wait a moment, honored guest! The food will be out momentarily!" The waiter's smile became even more fawning upon receiving the gold coin.

Food from rich patrons was indeed served quickly. Before Hao Shuai had even finished two cups of tea, the dishes began arriving.

Once all the dishes were served, Hao Shuai began to eat and drink like a starving man.

Just as Hao Shuai was halfway through his meal, he suddenly heard a familiar voice from downstairs.

Hao Shuai looked down, and lo!

It was an acquaintance!

And not just one, but two!

Yi Lin had been captured by Tian Boguang again.

"Tian Boguang, how do you plan on dying this time?" Hao Shuai shouted directly at Tian Boguang.

"It's you!" Tian Boguang looked up upon hearing the voice and, seeing it was Hao Shuai, immediately grabbed Yi Lin and fled using his Qinggong.

Hao Shuai wasn't in a hurry when he saw him run. He leisurely took a few more bites of his food and a sip of tea before leaving Returning Goose Tower and chasing after Tian Boguang.

It had to be said that Tian Boguang lived up to his reputation for solitary recklessness; his Qinggong was indeed superb. He could run faster than a horse while dragging someone along. The two of them chased and fled, gradually heading out of the city.

After chasing for 10 li outside the city, Tian Boguang saw that he still couldn't shake off Hao Shuai. He directly struck Yi Lin, knocking her unconscious, and threw her towards Hao Shuai.

Hao Shuai quickly caught Yi Lin. Her warm, soft body stirred something within him. At the same time, he felt an incredibly soft sensation in his hand. It turned out his hand had accidentally pressed against her chest.

So big!

What did she eat to grow like this?

It must be genetic. Dongfang Bai's seem to be quite large too.

Thinking of Dongfang Bai, Hao Shuai quickly moved his hand away.

By this time, Tian Boguang had already run nearly 200 meters. Hao Shuai was too lazy to play the cat-and-mouse game anymore. He directly took out an MP40 submachine gun and unleashed a barrage of fire at him.

"Tuk tuk tuk..."

Thirty-two rounds were fired in one go. Looking at Tian Boguang, he was now lying in a pool of blood.

Hao Shuai realized that as long as a martial artist was below the Xiantian realm, firearms were still quite threatening to them. He wondered if they would still be effective against those above Xiantian.

Hao Shuai carried Yi Lin to Tian Boguang's side. He hadn't drawn his last breath yet and was struggling to say something. Hao Shuai didn't waste any words and fired another shot, ending his suffering.

No matter how much Tian Boguang was whitewashed, it couldn't change the fact that he was a lecher. Hao Shuai had nothing to say to lechers; he simply killed them.

Following the usual procedure, he searched Tian Boguang's body and found a copy of the Gale Blade Technique in his embrace, but none of his Qinggong movement techniques. He was too lazy to deal with Tian Boguang's corpse. This was the wilderness, and something would clean it up.

Seeing that Yi Lin hadn't woken up yet, Hao Shuai didn't wake her. Instead, he changed from carrying her in his arms to carrying her on his back.

As Yi Lin lay slumped on Hao Shuai's back, an unparalleledly wonderful sensation washed over him. It was the late summer or early autumn season, and Yi Lin was already wearing little. Moreover, in ancient times, people didn't wear bras like they did in modern times. The feeling... Hao Shuai could only express his respect with a slight stiffening.

And so, Hao Shuai slowly walked back with Yi Lin on his back. Don't ask why Hao Shuai didn't use Psychic Power to fly back; just assume he's a straight-as-an-arrow guy.