Ma Hongjun: A Top-Tier Woman! Dai Mubai: Such a Familiar Back!

"Cultivation requires a balance of tension and relaxation, and the human heart is no different. If you remain trapped in your emotions, unable to break free, how can you speak of growth?"

Yu Xiaogang's voice was not loud, his tone as flat as it had always been.

"Teacher, I..."

Tang San opened his mouth, wanting to explain.

But Yu Xiaogang did not give him the chance to finish.

"If you still consider me your teacher, then listen to me."

He turned his head, those eyes deep within their sockets staring straight at Tang San.

Tang San looked at Yu Xiaogang's stern face, his lips twitching a few times before he ultimately swallowed all his words.

He lowered his eyes and nodded helplessly.

Seeing Tang San nod, Xiao Wu instantly became jubilant.

Her eyes brightened, the corners of her mouth curling upward uncontrollably, and she even rose slightly onto her tiptoes.

But she quickly remembered Tang San's current mood, feeling that it was inappropriate to appear too happy at such a time, so she swiftly pressed the corners of her mouth back down.

Watching her cautious demeanor, the dark clouds in Tang San's heart dissipated a little.

He sighed softly and offered Xiao Wu a smile that, while not particularly handsome, was at least sincere.

"Let's go, Xiao Wu."

Meanwhile, Ma Hongjun was sprinting through the streets of Suotuo City at an astonishing speed.

His physique and speed formed a stark contrast.

A round, chubby man darted left and right through the crowd, as agile as a loach.

He tore through the main street, turned into an alley, vaulted over a small stone bridge, and emerged from the alleyway, heading straight for the southern part of Suotuo City with a clear objective.

That was where the most famous pleasure district in Suotuo City was located, a spot he had scouted during his last visit; he had come back specifically to revisit his old haunts and properly let loose.

But just as he was passing through a narrow commercial street, a casual glance from the corner of his eye caused his sprinting footsteps to come to an abrupt halt.

It felt as if a galloping stallion had suddenly been reined in; momentum sent his upper body surging forward, his fat wobbling three times over, but his feet remained as if nailed to the ground, not moving an inch.

Dai Mubai had been following closely behind Ma Hongjun, the distance between them no more than three or four steps.

With Ma Hongjun suddenly slamming on the brakes, Dai Mubai had no time to react and crashed straight into him.

His burly frame slammed solidly into Ma Hongjun's sponge-like back, his entire face burying itself into the folds of fat on Ma Hongjun's neck.

From the perspective of passersby, it looked like a tall, handsome, blond youth had suddenly hugged a round, chubby man from behind—a scene so bizarre that it was hard to look at.

Feeling the strange gazes cast by the surrounding crowd, Dai Mubai immediately felt his face flush with embarrassment.

He shoved Ma Hongjun away, took a step back, and straightened his collar, which had been knocked askew, his voice filled with suppressed anger.

"Fatty, what is wrong with you? Why did you stop so suddenly?"

His voice was very low, but the fury in his tone was nearly impossible to contain.

Had they been anywhere else, he would have kicked him already.

Stopping suddenly in the middle of the street had made him look like a fool, and he didn't need to guess what the passersby were thinking.

Yet Ma Hongjun acted as if he hadn't noticed the fire in Dai Mubai's words at all.

He didn't even turn around, standing there blankly, his small eyes, squeezed into slits by his fat, staring fixedly at a spot not far ahead without blinking.

His mouth was slightly agape, his breathing becoming heavy and rapid, and an expression of obsession—one Dai Mubai found both familiar and ominous—appeared on his chubby face.

"I'm talking to you!"

Dai Mubai reached out and gave Ma Hongjun a fierce yank, his fingers digging into the fat on his shoulder with more force than usual.

"Boss Dai—"

Ma Hongjun finally snapped out of it, but he paid no mind to the pain in his shoulder.

He turned his head abruptly, his chubby face filled with excitement, his voice trembling.

"A top-tier beauty! Boss Dai, a top-tier beauty!"

"What top-tier beauty?"

Dai Mubai frowned, not reacting for a moment.

He followed Ma Hongjun's gaze forward. Ahead was a narrow commercial street lined with small stalls selling all sorts of things, the crowd bustling and noisy; at a glance, there was nothing out of the ordinary.

Ma Hongjun pointed his thick, swollen finger straight toward a direction in the crowd.

"That one! That woman!"

His finger was trembling slightly.

For a fatty who usually couldn't care about anything once his evil fire flared up, this level of excitement was truly rare.

Dai Mubai had known Ma Hongjun for a long time, and he had never seen him show such an expression over any woman.

Following the direction of Ma Hongjun's finger, Dai Mubai's gaze swept past several women carrying vegetable baskets and a peddler shouldering a carrying pole, and sure enough, he caught sight of a graceful, slender figure.

It was a young woman dressed in dark, fitted attire.

The clothing was not ornate, and the cut was quite simple, yet it was precisely this unadorned sharpness that outlined her near-perfect physique to the fullest.

She stood there with her back as straight as a sword, her long, jet-black hair tied into a simple ponytail that swayed gently as she turned her head.

But what made it impossible to look away was her slender, willow-like waist that seemed as though it could be spanned by a single hand.

That waist was excessively thin, yet it possessed a sense of supple strength that made it difficult to pull one's eyes away after just a single glance.

Dai Mubai nodded subconsciously, and just as he was about to praise Ma Hongjun for his good eye today, his expression suddenly stiffened when his gaze swept over the young man beside the woman.

A young man walked side-by-side with the woman.

He wore a low-key, dark-colored robe and had a tall, upright build; with his back turned to them, his face was obscured.

His gait was calm and casual, his steps neither hurried nor slow, as if he were not strolling through the streets but walking in his own backyard.

He tilted his head slightly, as if saying something to the woman beside him, his profile flashing briefly in the sunlight, though it remained indistinct.

But this back...

Dai Mubai narrowed his eyes slightly, a flicker of confusion crossing his evil, heterochromatic eyes.

His heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

This person's back, the way he walked, and the faint outline of his profile when he tilted his head all gave him an extremely familiar feeling.

It was as if he had seen him somewhere before—and it wasn't just a simple encounter, but a familiarity born from having spent day and night together.

Yet, his reason told him this was impossible.

That place was separated from here by thousands of mountains and rivers, and that person should be sitting securely in that magnificent, golden palace right now; how could he possibly appear on the streets of Suotuo City?

But just as he was lost in thought, the impatient Ma Hongjun had already rushed forward.