Night Talk, Liang Shuisheng's Hidden Talent, The Idea of Forming a Demon Hunting Squad

Luo Bin's sudden words struck like a thunderbolt, and though Wen Li was still immersed in the lingering afterglow of their intimacy, she had to take this seriously. Her hazy, tear-filled eyes looked at Luo Bin as she let out a soft sigh.

"Ah Bin, I really can't hide anything from you."

Just as Wen Li was about to continue, Luo Bin pressed a finger to her lips.

"It's fine. Before, I called you Aunt Wen, then Sister Wen, and now I call you A Li. I just don't want you keeping anything from me... Since we've cleared the air, there's nothing more for me to pursue.

When we get to Tianhai, I'll still find Wen Xue and bring her to your side."

Wen Li's consciousness drifted in a haze. The young man before her, with his broad chest and solid muscles, had grown into a true man—no longer needing that thin bowl of porridge she once gave him to barely survive, but possessing the real ability to stand firm in this chaotic world...

"Ah Bin, you... even though we're close now, how will Uncle Xu Ping and the other old-timers in the courtyard see us...?"

Luo Bin chuckled, tightening his arm to press the plump, supple woman closer to him, and said, "Strength is the capital to speak. Uncle Xu and the others won't say much—they'll just praise my good fortune."

Hearing this, Wen Li scolded playfully, "You little brat!"

The early summer night breeze was gentle, and within the tent, countless moments of deep affection and lingering passion unfolded.

Until noon the next day, a nimble figure appeared in a desolate corner of the Pei Family Manor. The figure moved like the wind, stepping along the courtyard walls as if walking on eaves and scaling walls, before landing in an alley outside.

This person was none other than Luo Bin, who had spent a night of intense romance.

In Luo Bin's aspirations, the women he sought had to be full-chested and wide-hipped, and Wen Li fit the bill perfectly. What captivated him even more was her outwardly cold but inwardly passionate nature, which struck straight at his preferences.

So after that late night, his steps were a bit unsteady.

"My back's a little sore. Might as well take a stroll through the streets to loosen up."

Ping City at noon was bustling with activity—steamed and boiled foods, general stores, and even female students from the Ping City Women's Normal School in the New Territory coming out to find lunch.

Luo Bin walked for a while and spotted a young man with a familiar face hunched over a small street-side stall, eating braised offal with obvious enjoyment. The aroma wafting through the alley made Luo Bin's mouth water too.

"Hey, young master, what are you doing here?" The young man, catching sight of Luo Bin approaching, asked in surprise.

Luo Bin waved his hand, found a small stool, and sat down, looking at the young man before him. This was Liang Shuisheng, the rickshaw puller who had dragged Luo Bin all over the city when he was searching for Chen Jing.

Back then, Luo Bin had been anxious about finding Chen Jing, tracking him by traces of moisture. Though he had noticed Liang Shuisheng's strange endurance, he had forgotten about it after the subsequent fight with the old Taoist Jia Yao...

Now, meeting again, he finally recalled Liang Shuisheng's peculiar talent. Pulling a rickshaw with Luo Bin aboard, he had run across most of Ping City without even breathing heavily, his breath steady and without a trace of sweat.

There was a clear, pure light in his eyes.

"I was passing by and saw you eating braised offal. Got a bit hungry myself, so I came to mooch a bowl." Luo Bin said with a slight smile, taking off his suit jacket and casually placing it on a small stool nearby.

He waved at the vendor and called out, "Boss, two more bowls of braised offal, extra broth, and four pieces of flatbread..."

After shouting, Luo Bin turned to see Liang Shuisheng staring at him in awe. "What's wrong?"

"Young master, you've got quite the appetite. One big bowl of this braised offal is enough for a laborer to have a full meal with half a flatbread, but what you just ordered is almost two or three times what a starving wretch like me would eat... That's rare."

Liang Shuisheng seemed naturally outgoing. Even facing Luo Bin, who looked like the young master of some prominent family, he didn't act timid but chatted freely.

Still, Liang Shuisheng wasn't entirely without deference. When speaking to Luo Bin, he occasionally threw in a compliment—after all, he had witnessed a grand "kidnapping rescue case" in Ping City the day before, and the city's most prominent families all seemed to have countless ties to this young man...

Compliments aside, the calm and equanimity in his bones stirred a hint of appreciation in Luo Bin.

"I practice martial arts, so naturally I have a big appetite," Luo Bin said with a laugh.

Liang Shuisheng was a bit surprised and secretly sized up Luo Bin's physique. Through his shirt, he could see muscles bulging and swelling, faintly straining the fabric. A single glance conveyed an explosive power.

It was slightly startling.

"So the young master is a martial artist! No wonder you're so imposing!"

The braised offal arrived. Luo Bin blew on the hot broth, took a gulp, smacked his lips, and said, "Do you want to learn martial arts?"

The street was bustling with people and noise. Liang Shuisheng seemed unsure if he had heard correctly and asked hesitantly, "What did you say, young master?"

"I said, martial arts. Do you want to learn?"

A flash of brilliance lit up Liang Shuisheng's face, but it faded just as quickly. "Young master must be joking. How could someone like me learn martial arts? I haven't been pulling a rickshaw long, but I do know a few characters.

Since ancient times in the Great Xin, there's been a saying: 'Poverty studies letters, wealth practices martial arts.'

Someone like me can't even touch the threshold of 'poverty studies letters,' let alone practice martial arts.

And I don't even know if I have any talent..."

As he spoke, a layer of mist formed over Liang Shuisheng's eyes.

Luo Bin ate on his own, and when Liang Shuisheng finished, he pushed the other bowl of braised offal toward him and handed over a piece of flatbread.

The two fell into a brief silence.

"I know you didn't get enough to eat. I may have a shocking appetite, but most of what I eat is stuff that helps with martial arts training. This braised offal is just to satisfy a craving... The extra bowl and the flatbread are for you." Luo Bin finished the broth in his own bowl, set it down, and gazed at the shifting crowd on the street.

Liang Shuisheng definitely had some extraordinary talent—this kind of physical condition, this mental state, and even some literacy. In the Great Xin Republic, where social order was chaotic and the world turned upside down, it was a rare find.

This was already rare.

Thus, Luo Bin intended to recruit this person under his command, having someone teach them martial arts, in the hope that they might surprise him in the future.

Beyond that, his other consideration involved the Spirit Charm consumed by "Crimson" from precious herbs and ingredients, as well as the issue of modification points.

The methods of obtaining Spirit Charm were varied—simply eating things containing subtle energy, such as medicinal herbs or precious meat, would increase it. Precious meat came from demonic creatures.

As for modification points, the method was the most straightforward: hunting Demon Ghosts...

Whether acquiring treasures, precious meat, or hunting Demon Ghosts, all of it relied on the Martial Master system. If Luo Bin tried to gather resources alone, his progress would be far too slow.

So Luo Bin had always harbored a thought deep in his heart.

That was to develop a force of his own.

After carefully reviewing recent events, he realized his dependence on the Chen Family was excessive. Although Chen Tianren could provide all the medicinal herbs and resources, many were just low-grade goods circulating on the market.

As he consumed more and more common herbs, precious meat, and other items containing Spirit Charm, his strength did indeed increase, but the Spirit Charm required to advance to the next stage also grew.

This led to a problem: the Spirit Charm contained in the herbs and precious meat he had been eating was no longer sufficient.

Therefore, Luo Bin wanted to form a "Demon Hunting Squad"—one absolutely loyal to him, a sharp blade to cut through the chaos of warlord division, moral decay, and foreign meddling in this turbulent world.