"Qiye, you look a little pale. Are you sick?"
The moment Lin Qiye opened the front door, he saw Aunt poke her head out of the kitchen, her eyes filled with concern.
"I'm fine!"
The words Wang Quan had left him kept echoing in Lin Qiye's mind: an innocent man could become a target simply for possessing something precious.
"By the way, why aren't you wearing your school uniform?"
"I was in a rush this morning and forgot!" The more Aunt fussed over him, the more anxious he became. If his awakening caused Aunt or Cousin to get hurt, he would never forgive himself.
"You've just started at a new school. You need to leave a good impression on your teachers. Be a little more careful. If you can't manage, I'll remind you." Aunt offered her earnest advice with a kindly smile.
"I'll be more careful!"
"All right, wash your hands and come eat!"
"Go call your cousin!"
"Okay!"
Fragrant dishes were set on the table, and the three of them gathered around it, their simple, happy smiles bathed in the gentle light.
Under the bright lights, blades clashed fiercely, sending sparks flying.
Chen Muye's expression was grave, each strike powerful and cunning.
Wang Quan wore a faint smile as he parried with effortless composure.
The others watched wide-eyed. Against someone from the Special Squad, their captain, who normally thrashed them without breaking a sweat, actually seemed to be struggling.
In just one minute, the two exchanged at least a hundred blows.
Chen Muye put away his blades and turned a beaming smile on his adorable teammates. "Who's next?"
Before they could eagerly volunteer, he added, "Little Wang, don't hold back, or you're not getting dinner!"
Everyone fell silent.
"Sorry, friends!" Wang Quan had never intended to go all out, but his meal ticket had spoken. He could no longer pull his punches.
"I'll go first!" Brimming with fighting spirit, Hongying walked over to the weapon rack. A light flick of her foot sent a spear into her hand.
Chen Muye obligingly stepped aside and folded his arms to enjoy the show. Real combat was a shortcut to getting stronger, especially against a powerful opponent.
Wang Quan switched to a wooden sword and beckoned Hongying forward, smiling like a gentleman. "Show me what you've got!"
In a flash, the spear shot forward like a dragon. Its cold glint arrived before its wielder.
Hongying became a blur, her graceful figure barely visible.
Just as the spear was about to touch Wang Quan, he casually raised his wooden sword. The movement looked careless, but its timing was perfect.
The wooden sword slid along the spear shaft. There was a bang, and by the time the others registered what had happened, Hongying was embedded in the training room wall.
"Holy shit!"
"You really don't know how to go easy on a lady!" Old Zhao swallowed hard. Hongying was the squad's main attacker, and she had lasted one damn move.
"Uncle Zhao, want a try?"
Wang Quan raised his eyes slightly, a hint of challenge in his gaze.
"Oh, you little brat, I..."
Bang!
Hongying had yet to come down when Old Zhao joined her on the wall.
Chen Muye nodded in satisfaction and said with a smile, "Well done, Little Wang! You're getting an extra chicken drumstick tonight!"
"Captain Chen, I want a pork leg!"
Chen Muye: "..."
"Who's next?"
Wang Quan pointed his sword at the remaining four. Wu Xiangnan coughed lightly. "Well, uh, there's still some paperwork I need to review!"
"I'm a sniper!" Leng Xuan's cool voice rang out.
"I'm support. A healer!" Si Xiaonan looked pitifully at the captain. He already thrashed her often enough, and now someone even more ruthless had arrived. She couldn't take it.
"I... uh... well..." Wen Qimo was neither a sniper nor a support, and he found himself at a loss for words.
"Oh!"
"Wen Qimo, you're up!" Wang Quan tossed him a sword.
"Huh?!"
"Wait, let me get ready!"
Three seconds later, Wen Qimo let out a scream, and the wall gained another occupant.
After watching for a while, Chen Muye went to cook.
Pork rib soup bubbled away in the pot. Every so often, the kitchen shook, making the dishes clatter. Anyone who didn't know they were training would have thought there was an earthquake.
"Holy shit, Little Wang, go easy! My poor back!"
"Don't worry, Uncle Zhao. I know a little medicine. I can treat a herniated disc."
"You little fucker!"
"Wang Quan, please go easy! I really am support!"
"Wang Quan, I'm not giving up! Again!"
"Sigh!"
Bang, bang, bang, bang!
"A devil! You're the Big Devil!"
"A hundred-no, ten thousand times scarier than the captain!" Wen Qimo shouted as though he had seen a ghost.
"Wait, if you beat us all up, who's going to keep Cangnan safe?"
"You've got me, haven't you?"
The hour-long training session finally ended. That hellish ordeal had left everyone in the 136 Squad utterly battered.
Wang Quan carried a bruised and swollen Hongying out of the training room on his back. She was simply too tenacious. No matter how many times he knocked her down, she got back up. He rather admired that.
The others emerged one after another. Chen Muye poked his head out of the kitchen and couldn't help laughing.
"Little Wang, you really went all out!"
"Of course!" Wang Quan waved a hand. "Training is my specialty!"
Soon, Chen Muye realized there was a serious problem. Xiaonan had been beaten up too. He normally held back when sparring with her. Beating up the medic was inconvenient, after all.
"Uh, Xiaonan, can you still heal?"
"Captain, I'm exhausted!"
With two black eyes and a pout, Xiaonan glared fiercely at the captain before declaring, "Wang Quan is a devil! The universe's super invincible Big Devil!"
Wang Quan set Hongying down on the sofa. A silver glow enveloped his right hand, and he placed his palm on top of her head. In an instant, the silver light wrapped around her.
As the silver glow faded, Hongying looked astonished, even stumbling over her words. "My... my injuries are healed!"
"It doesn't hurt anymore!"
"That's amazing!"
"You can heal people too?!"
She looked up, her jet-black eyes meeting his azure ones. His confidence instantly rubbed off on her.
"So handsome!"
Hongying murmured, unable to resist looking a little longer!
"I told you, I know a little medicine!" Wang Quan smiled warmly and gently ruffled Hongying's hair before turning to the others. "Come on, one at a time!"
"Ladies first!"
"Boo-hoo!" Tears welled in Si Xiaonan's eyes, not because she was touched, but because this meant she would get beaten up more often. Don't ask how she knew. Chen Muye used the exact same tactic.
"Xiaonan, you're touched already?"
"Touched, my ass!"
Of course, Wang Quan did not possess a healing-type Forbidden Ruins.
This ability was "Reverse Cursed Technique," a method of manipulating cursed energy. By multiplying cursed energy, it turned its inherently negative energy into positive energy, allowing it to heal. Here, however, he was manipulating mental power.
The next day.
Wang Quan woke up in the large bed at Hongying Villa. He stretched and opened his bedroom door, still in his pajamas.
The sight that greeted him was Hongying wearing nothing but her underwear. In a single glance, he saw everything he should-and shouldn't-have seen.
How to put it?
Fair skin tinged with pink, a full, firm bust, a slender, toned waist, and long, shapely thighs...
He practically blurted out, "Oh!"
"Nice figure!"
Hongying, meanwhile, turned so red she looked ready to burst, with heat rising constantly from the top of her head.
"You... you... get back inside!"
"Okay!"
Wang Quan immediately shut the door.
Hongying ran back to her room without looking back. Leaning against the door, she slowly slid down, murmuring:
"Oh, no!"
"I completely forgot there's a man living here now!"
"How embarrassing! I could die!"
"Sigh!"
"Hongying, Hongying, try to remember next time!"
Suddenly, firm abdominal muscles surfaced in her mind. Wang Quan's pajama top had been unbuttoned, and Hongying had stared at him for quite a while too.
"Aaaah! What am I thinking?!"
"Stupid brain, stop it!"
Hongying buried her head against her chest, growing even more embarrassed.
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