Trial Version!

Song Shuhang excitedly opened the last file, but quickly closed it with a look of disappointment.

This set of 'Temporary Sword-Riding Technique' was originally a failed product of Master Profound Principle's experiment to 'reduce the usage level of Sword-Riding Technique '.

Later, the master modified it further and used it to allow his disciples to experience 'Sword-Riding Technique' in advance.

First, the Master Profound Principle will embed a special formation inside a flying sword and store some of his own spiritual power within it. Afterward, lower-ranking disciples can temporarily use and experience the wonders of Sword-Riding Technique through a set of activation commands, incantations, and hand seals.

However, Master Profound Principle's stored spiritual power was limited, so this Temporary Sword-Riding Technique couldn't last long. Therefore, it was also called the Trial Temporary Sword-Riding Technique.

This Temporary Sword-Riding Technique was so perfunctory that even if Song Shuhang learned it, it would be useless. He only read it once before closing the folder.

"The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. I promised to treat Yangde and Tubo to Ten-Fragrance Fish Head tonight. I still have six or seven hours left, just enough time for a few rounds of cultivation. Time is money; if you don't work hard when you're young, you'll regret it when you're old!"

When Song Shuhang began practicing the Vajra Foundation Fist, for some reason, the face of that silly old man kept appearing before his eyes.

So he threw even harder with each punch!

After the last set of punches, even the Blood Qi Value generated seemed to have increased?

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Ward at the Jiangnan Fourth People's Hospital.

Sima Jiang stood up from his hospital bed, lit a cigarette, and quietly gazed out the window.

"Mr. Sima, the person has been brought," the bespectacled man in a suit said from outside the ward.

Sima Jiang gritted his teeth. "Bring him in."

The door was pushed open, and a group of burly men led the robber, who was tightly bound, into the ward.

Sima Jiang turned his head and stared coldly at the robber. "You idiot, do you still recognize me?"

The robber looked up at Sima Jiang, then suddenly chuckled, "I recognize him."

Previously, facing so many guns, he wasn't strong enough and had to temporarily back down. But now... this small hospital room and the bodyguards outside can't stop him!

To catch the thief, first catch the king. If we can capture this handsome uncle in front of us, he can escape unscathed with the hostages.

As for the ropes binding him... how could they possibly hold him truly?

With a slight struggle, the robber broke free of the ropes binding him. He moved swiftly, shooting towards Sima Jiang like an arrow released from a bow, his speed terrifying.

He formed his right hand into a claw and reached for Sima Jiang's throat, intending to take him hostage!

However, when he saw the robber suddenly break free of the ropes binding him, Sima Jiang showed no fear whatsoever.

At the door of the ward, the bespectacled man in a suit adjusted his glasses and gently pressed a remote control button with his right hand.

"Bang! Bang!" Two barely audible explosions.

The robber, who was leaping in mid-air, stared wide-eyed. His legs had been blown off at the knees, and blood was gushing out.

This was a scheme orchestrated by Sima Jiang's men from the very beginning, designed to prevent the robbers from escaping and to guard against unforeseen events.

"Ah..." With a pig-like scream, the robber fell from mid-air and writhed in agony on the ground.

Sima Jiang nodded in acknowledgment, and two men who looked like doctors went up and calmly injected the robber with medicine and bandaged his severed limbs.

After a while.

The robber sat silently against the corner of the wall, his gaze vacant. Were his legs broken?

It's over, everything is over!

Without legs, how can he even talk about cultivating immortality?

His life, everything he had, was over.

Sima Jiang stubbed out his cigarette and looked down at the robber. "You coward, not going to keep jumping around?"

The robber had a look of utter despair on his face and remained silent.

"I'm too lazy to ask your name and background. I just want to ask one thing: where is that package you snatched from me?" Sima Jiang asked in a deep voice.

"Heh." The robber rolled his eyes.

"You won't talk, huh? I like your tough-guy attitude." Sima Jiang gave a thumbs up, then pulled out an iron rod from somewhere and smashed it hard on the robber's head, leaving him bleeding profusely. "Here's your return!"

"Then you'll tell me everything you know, I promise!"

"Take him away and let him experience our methods!"

In less than ten minutes, the robber confessed.

He confessed frankly, not because Sima Jiang and the others used particularly strong interrogation methods, but simply because he wanted revenge!

He honestly described his senior brother's current location and appearance, waiting for Sima Jiang and the others to go find him!

The eldest disciple is an inner disciple of the Moon Saber Sect, with Second-Grade cultivation level. Dealing with these ordinary people would be a piece of cake for him.

Even if, by some twist of fate, the eldest disciple were to be ambushed and killed by these ordinary people—that would be something to celebrate!

That bastard stole his Formless Divine Sword and then pretended to offer it to the sect leader. If I weren't so weak, I would have fought him to the death!

Sima Jiang and his senior brother were both people he disliked. He was happy to see them fighting like dogs! It would be best if they both suffered heavy losses.

Of course, he wouldn't be foolish enough to reveal that the other person was his senior brother and possessed great strength. He only said that the other person was an accomplice who lived with him, and that the package and its contents were currently in his possession.

Sima Jiang lit another cigarette and took a deep drag.

"You'd better be telling the truth. If you dare lie to me, I'll make you wish you were dead," Sima Jiang said fiercely. In a society governed by law, killing people is not a good thing, especially since they are law-abiding citizens.

But there are many ways to make someone wish they were dead.

For example, throw him into a special prison for a period of time, during which time his views on love are forcibly distorted... and make people line up every day to pick up his soap or something.

"Find his companions based on his description!" Sima Jiang said in a deep voice.

"With such a detailed description, we should be able to find this guy's accomplice and hand him over to us by tomorrow at the latest," the bespectacled man in a suit said confidently, adjusting his glasses.

"The sooner the better!" Sima Jiang nodded.

Hopefully, nothing more will go wrong...

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4:30 PM.

Song Shuhang practiced the fist technique seven times and used two Blood Qi Pills.

The number of Blood Qi Pill is decreasing, but the Blood Qi Value in the Heart Aperture is increasing, reaching about twenty Blood Qi Value.

Now, by simply closing my eyes and concentrating, I can sense a warm current pulsating within my Heart Aperture! Once I condense more than thirty strands of Blood Qi Value within my body, my physique will undergo another transformation, at which point I can cultivate even more Blood Qi Value in a single day.

Seeing that it was almost time, Shuhang finished his cultivation.

I found a bathroom at the Medicine Master's place, took a shower to wash away the impurities and sweat expelled from my body during cultivation, and changed into the change of clothes that had been prepared beforehand.

Then, he jogged all the way to Ten-Fragrance Fish Head and booked a room.

"Yangde, bring Tubo and Gao Moumou to Ten-Fragrance Fish Head later. I've booked a room, room 303!" Shuhang called Yangde.

"No problem, I'll be there soon!" Yangde chuckled, turned to his roommate beside him, and said with a smile, "Ready? Let's have Ten-Fragrance Fish Head, it's on A-Hang."

Tubo, Gao Moumou, and Zhuge Zhongyang were right next to him.

"A-Hang is treating us to Ten-Fragrance Fish Head?" Gao Moumou's eyes lit up, and he quickly took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Hello? Lu Fei? It's me, Gao Moumou. Remember when Shuhang said he'd treat us to 'Ten-Fragrance Fish Head'? Yeah, yeah, he invited you too. Get ready and hurry over. A private room? Hmm, it's room 303!" Gao Moumou pushed up his glasses, a gleam of intelligence reflecting on the lenses...