Wang Bing's Exile

That night, at the Tianxia Association's headquarters.

"Mr. Ode, what do you do every day besides competing? The warehouse is almost out of Flake Gold."

Yuan'er crossed her arms and looked at Wang Changle in confusion.

"If we're running low, just buy more. Here's six million. Buy me another five kilos of Flake Gold powder, and you can keep the rest. That work for you?"

Wang Changle chuckled sheepishly and transferred all the money he had just withdrawn from Fat Dragon to Yuan'er.

Using my own money to bet on myself is called sensible financial management. Using company money to bet on myself is called securing benefits for the company.

"No wonder there are so few forgers. This profession burns through money."

Yuan'er twisted her hair into a bun and glanced at the money that had come through. She couldn't help muttering.

"That's true. I've had a lot of new ideas during the recent matches. Sorry for the trouble, Sister Yuan'er."

After carefully working out the numbers, he figured another five kilos of Flake Gold powder should be enough. Yuan'er might grumble a bit, but she was a good girl.

After seeing Yuan'er off, Wang Changle returned to his room, took out a milk bottle, and began bleeding himself into it. Then he took out a Life Essence and slowly absorbed it.

His Mark Space already held more than a dozen bottles of blood, but that still wasn't enough for his plan. Not nearly enough.

In the room, scarlet blood slowly dripped into the bottle.

The next day, at the arena.

"Malfurion Ode versus Zero. Ode wins!"

[Hunter, your Main Mission (2), Luotian Grand Ceremony—Stage 2, has been upgraded. Your reward has been increased.]

Wang Changle slowly emerged from a corner and bowed apologetically to Zero.

In this match, Wang Changle had used invisibility three times. After depleting most of his opponent's qi, he had relied on his defenses to wear down the rest of Zero's stamina and claim victory.

Zero seemed to have expected this outcome. He merely shook his head with a wry smile and said no more.

Still, Zero hadn't expected this guy to remain so shameless even after defeating Zhang Lingyu and earning a measure of fame.

But to Wang Changle, the result mattered far more than the process. He knew perfectly well that he was a Hunter of Cycle Paradise, not an Otherworldly Person from The Outcast. Everything was for the mission!

Ten minutes later, by a path outside the venue.

"Pah! Worthless trash! One Feng is a bastard, and the other's a coward. And this guy thinks he's fit to be my next opponent? What are you looking at, you useless piece of garbage?"

Wang Bing tilted his head up and spat at Wang Changle, his face full of disdain. Behind him, Feng Xingtong looked at Wang Bing with regret.

"I finally understand why Wang Ai dotes on you so much. A child with no father or mother really does tug at people's heartstrings!"

Wang Changle said coldly, spreading his hands and shrugging, looking as if he were saying, I'm not your father either, and I can't do anything about that.

"What did you say? You're nothing but a dog from the Feng Family! Your master hasn't said a word, so what gives you the right to bark at me?"

Wang Bing was furious. This guy was nothing but a commoner. How dare he show such disrespect to the young master of the Wang Family?

"Weren't you supposed to fight the beast-taming girl, Mao Xiaocui, today? How'd you end up running into this guy?"

Wang Changle sat right down beside Feng Xingtong. As for Wang Bing's shouting, this was Dragon Tiger Mountain. Wang Bing wouldn't dare lay a finger on him, even if he had ten times the nerve.

"No. I heard Mao Xiaocui trespassed into the Celestial Master's Mansion's rear courtyard and injured a young Daoist, so she's been expelled from Dragon Tiger Mountain. Wang Bing of the Wang Family is my opponent instead."

Feng Xingtong spoke with a deeply rueful expression. If Wang Bing hadn't been there, Grandpa Wang Zizhong wouldn't have vanished.

"So you lost?"

Wang Changle was taken aback. Hadn't he given Feng Xingtong a staff?

"Yeah, I lost. I lost completely. And Grandpa Zizhong... Anyway, Big Brother Wang, thank you! If you hadn't given me that staff, I might not even have had a chance to concede."

Feng Xingtong's eyes were full of gratitude. He opened his hand to show the staff, now completely shattered. Without its triple-shot function, Grandpa Zizhong might have been devoured by the spirit.

"Don't thank me. Thank President Feng! But I can help you get revenge for this."

Wang Changle patted Feng Xingtong on the shoulder. He hadn't expected the correction of the timeline's cause and effect to bring the two of them together after all.

But Mao Xiaocui had gone snooping around the Celestial Master's Mansion at night and even injured a young Daoist?

Some Contractors really were too arrogant at times. Not only had she snuck into the Celestial Master's Mansion at night, she'd even dared to attack someone there. Was she trying to kill Gong Qing outright?

At the thought, Wang Changle smiled helplessly. Gong Qing was only the acting leader of Quanxing, and he had indeed eventually died at the hands of Zhang Zhiwei, the Celestial Master. He had also been in a child's body, but that didn't mean Gong Qing was weak!

The world was listed as a Level 3 difficulty, but that was under the assumption that the plot wouldn't change much. The world's upper limit was a question mark, which meant it exceeded what he could handle.

Someone who could hide for three years under the nose of Zhang Zhiwei, one of the world's strongest, and infiltrate the inner circle of young Daoists was unquestionably brilliant and deeply calculating.

Even if Gong Qing's combat strength was weak, he was still beyond the reach of low-level Contractors.

Wang Changle had considered luring Gong Qing out and killing him before, but the Celestial Master's Mansion was strict on the inside and lax on the outside. The inner courtyard was full of experts, and one mistake could get him discovered. After thinking it over for a long time, he'd given up.

"Hey, I'm talking to you, young master! You made that Magic Tool for this kid, didn't you? Make one for me too, and I'll let you lose with some dignity tomorrow."

Wang Bing spoke arrogantly, as if having Wang Changle make a Magic Tool for him were an enormous favor.

"I'm not your doting daddy, and I'm not looking to adopt a son right now."

Adolescence really was an illness. If he got the chance tomorrow, Wang Changle could give him a free treatment.

"Fine! Fine! Just you wait!"

Wang Bing roared, his face flushed with anger. If we weren't on Dragon Tiger Mountain, I'd have my grandfather deal with you! Hmph!

That night, at the Tianxia Association's headquarters, in the reception hall.

"Xiao Ode, I heard you had a bit of a disagreement with the young master of the Wang Family, Wang Bing, this afternoon. How about this? Uncle Feng will help you two sort it out. You're young—apologizing is easy. The Wang Family also says they're willing to let the matter go."

As he spoke, Feng Zhenghao reached for Wang Changle's wrist. He had just joined forces with the Wang Family. For the sake of his plans, he had to calm Old Master Wang down first.

"Heh, President Feng, I think you've got something wrong. I'm not Feng Shayan or Feng Xingtong. I'm the pawn you can sacrifice whenever you please!"

Wang Changle moved in a flash, retreating to the doorway. Judging by Feng Zhenghao's expression, he didn't just want an apology. It looked like he wanted Wang Changle to forfeit.

Forfeit? That would cut off both his livelihood and his source of income. Absolutely not.

"Sir, there must be some misunderstanding. The Feng Family is one big family. Why would we sacrifice Shayan or Xingtong? How about this? I'll have someone bring you the Heavenly Silkworm Silk right away!"

Feng Zhenghao was taken aback. This kid was too sensitive. That made it all the more important not to let him ruin things.

"I don't need the Heavenly Silkworm Silk. If President Feng agrees, I'll submit my resignation right now. That should count as giving the Wang Family an explanation."

As Wang Changle spoke, he submitted his resignation again. The Wang Family would be nourishment for the Feng father and son in the future, and all they wanted from him now was a show of good faith.

"Very well. Since you've made up your mind to leave, I won't try to keep you."

Feng Zhenghao's smile faded. The boy was perceptive enough. This would indeed count as an explanation.

Still, as he watched the young man stride out of the reception hall, he couldn't quite understand how someone so sensitive, with such a talent for keeping his patience, could do something so irrational.

[Notice: You have been expelled from the Tianxia Association. You have gained Feng Xingtong's favor. Current trust: 90/100.]

With Feng Shayan's astonished look and Feng Xingtong's grateful gaze behind him, Wang Changle strode out of the reception hall and headed toward the back mountain.

He'd thought that without Hu Jie and with another Contractor around, and after giving Feng Xingtong a piece of equipment, there was no way he'd run into Wang Bing again.

But the moment Wang Changle saw Wang Bing ordering people around, he knew the plot had still unfolded. The Feng Family was inevitably going to join forces with the Wang Family!

He didn't have the energy to deal with the power struggle between two factions, so Wang Changle had to withdraw in time.

To give himself a proper excuse, he'd deliberately provoked a direct confrontation with Wang Bing.

What surprised him was that he'd gained Feng Xingtong's favor. That was a nice bonus.

Wang Changle had anticipated this outcome, but events had still unfolded somewhat differently than expected. That was probably the nature of gain and loss.

"As for Wang Bing, even if I beat him to death, I don't think it'll be much of a problem!"