This Thing Offends Heaven's Harmony

Half a month later.

Zhou Ming sat on the rooftop, watching the figure below practice.

Beautiful, talented, and hardworking.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

How were other people supposed to live?

Such a scene called for wine.

Zhou Ming took the gourd from his waist and gulped down a mouthful.

After finishing her training, Wen Ruoxi looked up and saw Zhou Ming sitting atop her roof, drinking. "You lecher, don't you need to train? Why do you come here every day?!"

Zhou Ming leaped down from the roof and landed before Wen Ruoxi, the tip of his nose twitching slightly.

"Looking for a beating!" Wen Ruoxi snapped.

Her slender palm, accompanied by the sound of rushing wind, slammed fiercely toward Zhou Ming's chest.

Zhou Ming shifted his feet and lightly tilted his body aside, nimbly dodging it.

"Heh, you can't hit me. Mad yet?"

Wen Ruoxi's willow-leaf brows furrowed slightly. She stepped forward and threw several palms in succession, each one just a hair's breadth away from striking Zhou Ming.

Yet that tiny distance remained insurmountable, and every one of Wen Ruoxi's attacks missed.

After a moment, she stopped and angrily scolded, "Who told you to practice martial skills? On the martial path, one step slow means every step slow. You have a Ninth-Rank foundation and haven't even cultivated Gold Skin, much less Jade Skin. Do you think you have that much time?"

Seeing that Zhou Ming did not answer and still wore a smile, the light in her lively eyes dimmed. Disappointed, she said, "I'm going to train. Please leave."

Zhou Ming walked up to her with a smile. "See? You're getting worked up again."

But Wen Ruoxi, as if sulking, simply turned around and did not even glance at Zhou Ming.

Hmph.

Hold it together. Mother said men mustn't be given a pleasant face.

This time, I definitely won't speak to him for three days.

With such good talent, why didn't he cherish it?

Zhou Ming shifted slightly and waved his right hand before her eyes.

Wen Ruoxi's pupils contracted as she stared at the hand swaying before her.

That hand was covered in a crystalline glow, containing a surge of energy, exquisite as white jade.

Then, a sharp aura radiated from Zhou Ming's body. The faintly flowing crystalline radiance instantly enveloped his entire body, as though he had donned a Jade Garment.

Ninth-Rank Martial Artist, Perfect Foundation—Jade Skin achieved.

"I'm a prodigy. How could I possibly put the cart before the horse? I only practice martial skills when I have spare time." Zhou Ming dispersed his Jade Skin and smiled.

Wen Ruoxi put her hands on her hips and said in annoyed reproach, "That still won't do. Before Seventh Rank, you should devote yourself wholeheartedly to breaking through."

"And among the escort agency's four martial skills, you only practice the Soaring Dragon Body Technique. I think you just don't want me to hit you. You're targeting me."

Zhou Ming stared wide-eyed at Wen Ruoxi in disbelief.

Good heavens, do you hear yourself?

If you were some soft and sweet little fairy, I wouldn't dodge even if you hit me.

But you aren't! You're a Seventh-Rank Martial Artist who can slap someone to death with one palm!

Of course, Zhou Ming could never say those thoughts aloud.

Over the past few days, he had also figured out Wen Ruoxi's temperament. If he said that, she would definitely switch into her "Chief Escort Wen" mode.

She would directly order him not to move.

It was not as though Zhou Ming became unable to walk whenever he saw a beautiful woman.

In his previous life, he had built his fortune from nothing and been able to retire young. He watched short videos every day—what beautiful women had he not seen?

But she was different.

Those who understood, understood.

Right now, Zhou Ming was the one taking the initiative. Wen Ruoxi had not even made her stance clear yet; she merely had a slight favorable impression of him.

Who could understand the pain in his heart? Having lived two lives, he was still single from the womb.

Wen Ruoxi kicked Zhou Ming in the shin. "Hmph, I knew it. Whenever you run into a question that's hard to answer, you just stop talking!"

Then she walked into the room without looking back and shut the door.

"Hiss!"

Zhou Ming squatted on the ground, vigorously rubbing his shin up and down, tears streaming from the pain.

A moment later, he limped out of Wen Ruoxi's courtyard.

As soon as he left the courtyard, he saw Wang Quan leaning against a corridor pillar with a gourd in hand.

In an instant, Zhou Ming straightened his back and walked steadily toward Wang Quan. "Uncle Wang, this wine's good, isn't it?"

"Not bad. Thanks to you, the escort agency is now raking in gold every day."

Wang Quan watched Zhou Ming approach, somewhat dazed for a moment.

How long had it been?

This kid had actually cultivated Jade Skin without making a sound.

Zhou Ming threw an arm around Wang Quan's shoulders. "Uncle Wang, you know I care about appearances. Don't spread this around."

Wang Quan shook him off and laughed as he cursed, "No respect for elders. What are you putting on an act for in front of me? Have you forgotten the days you flicked little bugs?"

As soon as those words came out, Zhou Ming immediately looked around. Only after confirming that no one was there did he breathe a sigh of relief.

"Uncle, can we not bring that up? Come on, today I'll teach you how to make an AK."

Wang Quan's eyes immediately lit up. "Go, go, go. To my place."

Half an hour later.

"Uncle, did you never attend school when you were little? You don't even understand such basic arithmetic?"

An hour later.

"Uncle, how about we just forget it?"

Two hours later.

"Heh, Zhou boy, don't think that just because your Uncle Wang never attended school, he can't do it. Which one of us Martial Artists isn't blessed with extraordinary talent? Didn't I make it?"

"I have to say, this thing is a little ridiculous."

"The thicker one's Blood Qi, the greater the power it can unleash."

"The flaw is obvious too. Manifesting it always occupies thirty percent of one's Blood Qi."

Zhou Ming tipped his head back and took a drink, then looked at Wang Quan, who could not put down the AK, and smiled. "Uncle Wang, it's just a weapon, not your wife. Do you like it that much?"

Wang Quan placed the AK on the table, put away his delight, and said gravely, "Zhou boy, there's something I don't know whether I should say."

Zhou Ming's smile faded. "Uncle Wang, what's wrong? Is there anything between us that can't be said?"

"I hope you won't spread this AK around."

Hearing that, Zhou Ming asked in surprise, "Why? Wouldn't everyone be safer when escorting shipments if we taught it to them?"

Wang Quan picked up the AK on the table and said seriously, "This thing is an absolute killing weapon."

Zhou Ming froze. Remembering the wars on Longhua Earth, he fell silent.

After taking a deep breath, he said solemnly, "If I ever pass it on in the future, I'll be cautious."

Wang Quan shook his head. "No, you're still not cautious enough. Among Martial Artists, there are prodigies who can defeat higher-ranked opponents and fight across ranks, but there will never be many of them."

"But the weapon you created has already departed from the essence of martial arts."

"There's a term you used very well: charging. It only requires a Martial Artist's Blood Qi."

"It doesn't require a Martial Artist to cultivate painstakingly. As long as one becomes a Martial Artist, one can use it, and it can instantly kill Ninth-Rank and even Eighth-Rank Martial Artists. If a Seventh-Rank Martial Artist doesn't understand it, they can be injured too."

"If it spreads, it will definitely draw the Yan Kingdom royal family's attention. If the royal family obtains it, then national war will not be far off."

"Hiss!"

Zhou Ming sucked in a sharp breath.

"Alright, I'm not trying to scare you. This thing is only useful for the lower three grades. If a Seventh-Rank Martial Artist is prepared, it can't even break their defenses."

Zhou Ming quietly reminded him, "Uncle Wang, did you already forget what you just said? This thing can be charged."

"Hiss!"

Wang Quan sucked in a breath, his pupils constricting.

Zhou Ming knew Wang Quan was not merely talking when he said it could trigger a national war.

This thing really was no joke.

An AK could not only be manifested from Blood Qi—it could also be made by hand.

He had tested his physical strength. Even with Jade Skin, an AK's ordinary bullets could be resisted.

But after an entire magazine, if vulnerable places like the eyes were hit, then death was certain.

He immediately said, "Uncle Wang, I won't spread the AK. Handle your own as you see fit. Even if you want to pass it on, you must warn the other party. If anyone wants to study and imitate it, make sure they remember this: immediately disperse the manifestation."

Wang Quan gave Zhou Ming a deep look.

Although he did not understand why Zhou Ming would not even allow others to imitate it, since after constructing this weapon, one still needed to supply additional Blood Qi to trigger it and create propulsion.

Still, he nodded and said gravely, "This thing offends Heaven's harmony. Even if I pass it on, I will remember your instructions."