Crash Course

"That's impossible!"

"Why is the injury worse?"

"Is this something a human being would do?"

"This doesn't match the medical report!"

"Could it be that those guys who assessed the injuries gave a fake assessment because of our Lineage background?"

Wang Weihan and Wang Xuezhen received the news relatively quickly.

Zhang Xuezhou rushed back from the North Rehe Research Institute, and the two of them, after taking care of Wang Heran, were notified by the police to go to the detention center to see Wang Kaile.

After learning what had happened, the two headed to Feiyu Live Streaming Company at No. 18 Xuefu Road.

On the second floor, the two also met Wang Li.

No matter how bad a son raised without guidance is, he is still his own son. Although Lineage values led Wang Weihan to give up on raising Wang Li, it did not mean that Wang Li was not related to him by blood.

Seeing that Wang Li's entire body was covered in wounds, with traces of blood still remaining in his nostrils and mouth, Wang Weihan's face was filled with gloomy anger.

"Wei Han, once that brat is released, beat him for these injuries. If you don't hit him hard enough, I'll fight you!"

Looking at Wang Li's mangled body, Wang Xuezhen felt a chill run down his spine.

He heard many exaggerated accounts in the detention center, but he didn't dare ask a single question right now.

"We must fight, we must fight hard!" Wang Xuezhen emphasized. "Our Lineage has declined to this state, yet he is still so arrogant. If our Lineage were still powerful, wouldn't he just chop people up and throw them in the trash heap?"

His conjunctivitis is quite severe!

Wang Weihan pursed his lips.

If they're free-range, then they're free-range. If Wang Li is willing to repay his master's family, showing them some respect would be considered filial piety.

If Wang Li makes a lot of money but doesn't repay his master, that's normal.

Like branches spreading out, Wang Li has grown into a different plant, and his interests are not completely tied to the main Lineage.

Wang Weihan emphasized the words "pink eye," which made Wang Xuezhen nod.

"Ren Wuyang and I have talked to him. He said that my good-for-nothing kids will not be able to bother Xiao Li in the future," Wang Xuezhen said.

"That's good!"

Wang Weihan nodded.

Seeing that Wang Li completely ignored him and didn't even hear him address him by name, he sighed deeply.

"You've really grown up in the years I haven't seen you," Wang Weihan said.

"Father and son? It's been years!"

Zhang Xuezhou asked in a low voice.

This left Wang Weihan speechless.

This is almost impossible in an ordinary family, but it is very common in large Lineage.

Wang Li was young and inexperienced, which made him somewhat unlikable.

Although Wang Li was partly framed, this also reflects his lack of resolve.

A spoiled brat who indulges in drinking, gambling, and whoring is universally disliked. Only by completely severing his ties with others can he possibly escape his former debauchery and become an ordinary, normal person.

In Wang Weihan's heart, he didn't ask much of Wang Li; he only hoped that after the other party squandered everything, he could live a normal life.

Wang Weihan never expected that Wang Li would have a day of comeback, a comeback so successful that it made Wang Kaile jealous and out of control.

This is an extremely rare occurrence, comparable to the probability of Ren Yisheng returning to Western Capital.

If the Wang family were still large and powerful, Wang Kaile might not be so anxious. However, with Wang Haoran losing power, Wang Kaile and others inevitably want to do something or seek new sources of wealth for the Lineage.

That's all there is to it.

However, Wang Li's injuries were too numerous, and his method of seeking help went beyond common sense and even deviated from ethics.

When Wang Weihan and Wang Xuezhen arrived, they had countless things to say but had nothing left to say after entering the room for several minutes.

Even now, his son hasn't said a word; he just lies in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Looking at the injuries inflicted by fists, feet, sticks, and chairs on the other person's body, Wang Weihan opened his mouth, but in the end, he could only utter a sound.

"The medical care at Jishi Medical Center in Academy District is still available; feel free to use it," Wang Weihan said.

"Hmph~"

With a low, nasal sound, Wang Li finally responded.

Although the response wasn't very friendly, it was better than nothing.

Wang Han Dynasty cupped his hands in greeting to Zhang Xuezhou, and only after repeatedly asking for his help did he leave the not-so-spacious single room.

The sounds of people going downstairs and footsteps gradually faded away. Only after Wang Li had leaned on the windowsill and seen Wang Weihan and the others walk away did he let out a cold breath.

"This beating couldn't have come at the worst time, Brother Xuezhou, please help me get treatment quickly, I almost fainted from the pain!"

"I didn't expect them to come at this time!"

Zhang Xuezhou reached out his hand, and only after several treatments did he pull out the stick from under the bed.

"Come on, let's continue!"

"This time the force will be around 75 kilograms, so please go ahead and bring it on, I can take it!"

"Ouch! That hurts!"

Wang Li stared wide-eyed, he had never experienced such rapid progress in the Xuan Turtle Fighting Technique.

Normally, one should be beaten until the pain subsides, and the Xuan Turtle Fighting Technique should be advanced through gradual and progressive strikes.

This normal way of cultivating oneself is like a tortoise crawling—safe yet slow.

Radical training involves applying various oils and ointments to the body, followed by beating with sticks or other objects to stimulate the Xuan Turtle's genes and induce a stronger resistance.

Fierce training relies on modern high-end medical technology for rapid healing, which allows the beating to go to its maximum extent, even exceeding a certain range.

Right now, Wang Li feels that his cultivation is more ferocious than ever before.

He felt that no one else had the same conditions for cultivation as him.

In just one training session, the weight of the blows he could withstand jumped from 30 kilograms to 60 kilograms, and now he is experiencing a 75-kilogram push.

If this plan succeeds, it means that an ordinary person's punch will only cause him relatively little damage.

Compared to Zhou Xin's body withstanding approximately ten tons of blunt force impact, his level of skill was like a tickle, a difference of more than a hundred times.

But as long as the blood serum can be supplied and his body can withstand it, Wang Li felt that he would quickly reduce this multiplier.

If he can push the Xuan Turtle Fighting Technique to its defensive limit and achieve indiscriminate defense at the 200-kilogram level, it would mean that even if he doesn't retaliate, it would be impossible for some sequencers to damage most areas of his body.

Just thinking about this level of skill filled Wang Li's pained voice with a hint of fervent excitement.

The jump from 30 kg to 60 kg is almost a doubling, but the jump to 75 kg quickly reduces this increase. Then there are the 85 kg, 90 kg, 95 kg, and 100 kg levels.

Above the 100-kilogram level, there is a further increment of two kilograms.

When the weight increases to the 150 kg level, each push lifts the weight by about one kg.

Wang Li numbly endured the beatings, constantly calculating how many more times he would need to be beaten.

"This can't go on, hitting people is too tiring, we need to find someone to help!"

Ultimately, it was Zhang Xuezhou who couldn't hold on any longer.

Performing magic isn't tiring, but hitting someone is really tiring.

This is especially true when the forces are balanced.

If the blow is too light, it won't have any effect and we need to start over. If the blow is too heavy, it will cause Wang Li to break his skill and suffer excessive pain.

Zhang Xuezhou found this matter troublesome.

Wang Li was counting the number of times, and Zhang Xuezhou did the same.

He even calculated how many times he would need to swing the stick and strike, a number that left Zhang Xuezhou feeling physically and mentally exhausted.

After Wang Li's second breakthrough in cultivation, Zhang Xuezhou sent a message to Zhang Weimeng and Song Fengying asking for help.

Regardless of which of their parents would participate in the sequencing conference, Zhang Xuezhou felt that Zhang Weimeng and Song Fengying could use Wang Li, who needed to be beaten, as a human shield, to hone their skills, which would at least add a considerable amount of combat experience.