Women's Self-Defense

"Don't forget, you're the Ghost Emperor Haoran's bloodline successor. Visiting the Underworld is no different from going home, is it?" White Impermanence seemed to know what he was thinking.

"That's true." Li Yichen thought it made sense. He was a ghost cultivator, after all. If he'd never even visited the Underworld, it would be embarrassing to admit later.

So he gritted his teeth. "All right, sorry for the trouble, Seventh Master. I'll go tomorrow."

After ending the call, he couldn't help frowning. He was going to visit Black and White Impermanence in the Underworld tomorrow. Surely he couldn't turn up empty-handed?

Even back home, he would bring something when visiting a friend.

"Once it's light, I'll take a look at Good Karma Hall." Having made up his mind, Li Yichen cultivated a little longer, then headed back as dawn began to break.

"I wonder if Good Karma Hall is open at this hour." It wasn't fully light yet. Usually, only breakfast shops opened this early.

When he reached the entrance to Good Karma Hall, Li Yichen breathed a sigh of relief. The lights were actually on inside.

With a creak, Li Yichen pushed open the door and walked in. The furnishings were just as he remembered.

"You're here, young man." The stooped old man emerged from the back and smiled at him. "I've been waiting for you for quite some time."

"Oh?" Li Yichen raised his eyebrows. "Sir, you knew I was coming?"

"I used to be a fortune-teller." The old man smiled without explaining further, then continued, "Please follow me to the warehouse out back. It should have what you need."

"All right, thank you." Li Yichen was puzzled, but the old man didn't seem to mean him any harm. Besides, he was just a penniless kid. Even a robber ought to pick someone rich.

He followed the old man through the back door and down an alley, where the space before him suddenly opened up.

Li Yichen was surprised. He hadn't expected such an unassuming little shop to hide a whole other world behind it. Clearly, this place was far from ordinary.

"This way, young man." The old man led him to the largest building in the middle. "This is our warehouse."

With that, he pushed the door open and went in first.

Li Yichen hesitated briefly, then followed him inside.

The warehouse covered over two hundred square meters and was packed with shelves.

The shelves were filled with all sorts of paper offerings, leaving Li Yichen dumbstruck.

Aside from a few horses and carriages, everything was modern. He even spotted an attack helicopter and a rocket launcher.

But what caught his eye most was the Lamborghini Veneno in the middle, with its sharply angled, wedge-shaped body. Its proportions and appearance matched the real car exactly.

If he hadn't known it was made of paper, he would have thought it was a real car.

"Wow, that's so cool..." Li Yichen's eyes sparkled. What man didn't love cars? Especially a beast that looked like an alien battleship—no man could resist that.

Li Yichen ran his hand over the bodywork. Its realistic texture made his heart beat faster.

He turned around and asked excitedly, "Is this car for sale?"

The old man smiled, then said, "No."

"Seriously?" Li Yichen nearly exploded with frustration. If you're not selling it, why put it here? Just to let me stare at it?

"But I can give it to you." Seeing that Li Yichen was about to lose his temper, the old man added with a smile.

Li Yichen narrowed his eyes. "A scheme. I smell a scheme."

"Oh?" The old man didn't deny it. He simply smiled at him.

"This car is so beautifully crafted that the labor alone must cost at least ten thousand. Why would you give it away? Don't tell me you opened this shop just to do good deeds?" Li Yichen analyzed calmly.

"Heh." The old man smiled. "You're right, young man. But the labor for this car wasn't ten thousand. It was a hundred thousand."

Li Yichen frowned. Netherworld power instantly spread throughout his body as he watched the old man warily. "Then why did you bring me here?"

"Don't be nervous, young man. I mean you no harm." The old man waved a hand and smiled. "'Giving it away' just sounds nicer. There is indeed something else I want."

"Oh? Let's hear it. But I can't promise I'll agree." Li Yichen relaxed a little.

"I know you have some connections to the Underworld. I'd like to obtain some Waters of the River of Forgetfulness. Could you help me?" The old man smiled. "If you can, you'll be free to take anything here from now on. How does that sound?"

"Well..." Li Yichen was tempted, but also hesitant. He had no idea how easy the Waters of the River of Forgetfulness would be to obtain, so he couldn't make any promises.

After a moment of silence, Li Yichen said, "Sir, I can't promise you anything right now, but I can give it a try."

The old man was delighted, smiling so broadly that his dentures nearly flew out. "Then I'm sorry for the trouble, young man. Whether you succeed or not, this car is yours."

"Mm." Li Yichen nodded. "Could you deliver it to the White Temple before the hour of the rat tomorrow?"

"Don't worry. That won't be a problem." The old man patted his chest in assurance.

Watching Li Yichen walk away, the old man nodded in satisfaction. "Sure enough, having someone in the Underworld makes things easier. I'll probably have to rely on this young man for the Waters of the River of Forgetfulness from now on."

"Elder Mo, is Li Yichen really worth such a large investment?" Just then, three figures came around from the back.

If Li Yichen had been there, he would have recognized the two men and one woman immediately. They were Su Xiaoxiao and her companions.

"Of course he is," the old man said firmly. "His background is probably even more formidable than we imagined. It took a great deal of effort to place you by his side. You must seize this chance to build a good relationship with him. Understood?"

"Yes, understood, Elder Mo!" The three hurriedly bowed in reply.

"Mm." The old man nodded in satisfaction, then said, "Those Japanese bastards from the Nine Chrysanthemum Sect seem to be searching for something near Stone Mountain lately. Keep a very close eye on them."

"Yes," the three replied again.

"All right, you can go now. Remember what I just told you." The old man waved them away.

The sun rose high, and another day of military training began.

After a week of drill practice, the different formations had begun to take different directions.

Some continued to focus on marching drills, emphasizing straight ranks, synchronized movements, proper goose-stepping, and loud, spirited chants.

Others shifted their main training to the more visually impressive Military Boxing, preparing it as the finale for the demonstration performance.

And the Journalism Department?

It was the same as ever, essentially left to its own devices. They could do whatever they liked as long as they didn't cause trouble. They weren't even included in the demonstration performance.

So students from the other departments gave the Journalism Department a particularly fitting nickname: "Freedom to Fly."

"Xiaoxiao, what are we learning today?" Now that everyone knew each other, nobody called her Instructor Su anymore. They had simply started addressing her as their big sister.

"What would you like to learn?" Su Xiaoxiao asked with a smile.

"Something special! How about teaching us Women's Self-Defense?" some of the girls suggested. "Then if we run into a creep, we can protect ourselves."

"I object! I absolutely object!" A boy immediately stood up. Were they kidding? If the girls learned Women's Self-Defense, wouldn't creeps like them be in danger?

"Ha ha..." Su Xiaoxiao laughed so hard she rocked back and forth, her breasts bouncing in waves and leaving the boys dry-mouthed.

"All right, objection overruled. Women's Self-Defense it is!"