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Chapter 7: Mid-Stage Of Foundation Establishment
The next day, Aryan headed towards Coco bar, right after dinner around seven.
University-town was a suburban area surrounded by several colleges and universities.
There were the Mahanagar University, Mahanagar City Teacher's University, Mahanagar Engineering College, Mahanagar City College, and the Mahanagar City Health Science School. In fact, the Ivy League High School was technically within the jurisdiction of the University-town. Unlike the Ivy League High School which was located at the edge of the University-town, Coco bar was right at the center of it.
"Coco bar is not small by any stretch of the imagination. It is probably the third largest bar within a few blocks stretch. It's only seven pm, and the bar is already packed." Aryan thought to himself.
When he walked into the bar, he found out that Sister Ying had told him the truth. There was no ear-deafening bass nor scantily clad girls in the bar.
This was a bar for relaxing and meeting up with friends, not for picking up random girls. Like Sister Ying had told Aryan, many customers were university students.
Aryan nodded approvingly, and then he stopped a waitress that walked past him: "Excuse me; I am the cousin of Sister Ying. She told me to come here to look for her."
He told the girl exactly what Chen Ying had told him to say. The waitress was a beautiful girl in her early twenties. Aryan wagered that she was a student from the college working part-time at the bar. Surprise flashed across her face, and she said: "You are Sister Ying's cousin? Hmm… high school uniform… Are you still in high school?"
"Everyone calls me Ziqi, but you can call me Sister Ziqi. I will take you to your cousin."
"Ziqi, What's going on?" A young man with a pale face and a pair of sunken eyes came over to the girl and asked hotly.
"Ah? Boss Yang!" Ziqi was startled by the young man, and she hurriedly replied, "This is Sister Ying's cousin. He is here for her."
"Well, take him to her then, don't dawdle! The customers are waiting." Boss Yang refuted annoyedly.
"Yes." Ziqi lowered her head and replied.
After Boss Yang was gone, she spat out her tongue and said to Aryan mischievously: "Boss Yang is the vice manager of our bar. We heard that he knows some important people in the city and he owns a significant portion of the bar's share. Don't let him scare you; he just likes to bark at people."
Aryan smiled and didn't speak. He reckoned that the girl had to be a very easy going person to stomach a douchebag boss.
When Aryan arrived at the general manager's office on the second floor, a broad smile broke over Sister-Ying's face. Greetings over, she asked Ziqi to take Aryan downstairs and introduce him to everyone.
Later, Aryan learned that he was going to be the Fruit Boy, and his job was simple: holding the platter of fruits when the customers ordered their food.
"There are three people in our bar who you don't want to mess with. Sister Ying was one, and the other one was Boss Yang." Ziqi told Aryan, "Rumor had it that Brother Dong was backing Boss Yang. He is very influential around here, and even Sister Ying had to watch what she said when Brother Dong was around. "
"The last one is the 'residence-girl' of our bar, 'Sister Ding-Ding.' To make her come work for us, Sister Ying had nearly begged her. She ranked 20th in last year's pageant show in the Jiangnan District. She attracts many customers and is good for business. But Ding-Ding has a very short temper and blames us for minor mistakes. You need to be very careful around her."
Aryan nodded.
The business of the bar was dictated by the student's schedule, and therefore, people started to fill up the bar right around seven in the evening. That was when Aryan started to get busy.
Just as Sister Ziqi had warned him, Boss Yang was very rude to his subordinates, including Aryan. Aryan was scolded many times for being slightly slow on his first day of work. Aryan also found out that Boss Yang harassed the girls working with him, pinching or groping the girls whenever he wished.
"How can Sister Ying allow this kind of scumbag to work in her bar?" Aryan furrowed his brows, but he had kept his complaints unspoken. After all, he barely knew Chen Ying.
In the few days that followed, Aryan went to school during the day and worked at the bar in the evening. It wasn't long before he started to gather a group of new friends around him.
Most of the workers at the bar were students living in the University-town. All of them were from poor families outside of the city. Driven by financial stress, they had come to the bar to work. Aryan preferred spending time with his friends at the bar much more than his spoiled rich classmates. At least no one looked down on him while he was with his new friends.
Since Aryan was the youngest worker at the bar and he was also Sister Ying's cousin, other employees looked after him like they would to their own brother. But Boss Yang didn't like that.
"Hurry up, Aryan! Didn't you see that the customer at table seven is getting impatient?" Seeing Aryan and a waitress chatting with each other, Boss Yang frowned and then chided.
"Okay." Aryan replied thinly.
In this bar, Boss Yang was no doubt the most hated and annoying person.
The waitress gave Aryan a placating look. Aryan got up reluctantly and walked to table seven with a pint of dark beer.
Suddenly, he heard a surprised voice calling out to him: "Aryan?"
Aryan turned around and saw a group of young boys and girls sitting in a booth, one of them was Jiang Churan who he hadn't seen for a while.
"Why are you here?" Jiang Churan gazed at Aryan as she got up from her seat and came up to him.
"Who is this, Ran-ran? A friend of yours?" A man with silver-rimmed glasses asked. He looked much more mature than the rest of the crowd, and his voice was warm and charming.
A light flashed in Jiang Churan's eyes as she wrenched her gaze away from Aryan's face. She replied, "He is the child of my mother's best friend, and we study at the same high school."
The man nodded and said, "My name is Li Yichen. Since you are friends with Ran-ran, why don't you come join us here?"
"There is no need." Aryan refused; his voice was stingingly cold.
He recognized this person at first glance.
He was Li Yichen, the greatest rival of Aryan. He was from a prominent family and was the president of the student council. He had been and was going to be Jiang Churan's future boyfriend at university.
If Aryan's memory served him right, Li Yichen was also a friend of Shen Junwen.
To Aryan, the sight of Jiang Churan hanging out with Li Yichen had rubbed salt into the old wounds.
"I am working; you guys have fun." Aryan nodded slightly to Jiang Churan, and then he turned around and started off the stairs.
"Hey, wait for a second!"
Jiang Churan paused for a second, letting the hesitation hang in the air. But eventually, she came up to Aryan.
"Brother Yichen seems like there is more than what meets the eyes between the two." A burly young man standing right next to Li Yichen said in a deep voice.
His name is Mo Hill, and he is the leader of the Sports Interest Group at the Student's Council. Like most other people who sat in the booth, Mo Hill was a student leader. They were here for a group party. Jiang Churan didn't want to come at first, but she couldn't resist the insistent request of her fellow student leaders. However, she never thought that she would meet Aryan here.
"He is just a worker at the bar; there is no way Ran-Ran would fall for him." A beautiful girl with heavy makeup next to Mo Hill said with a contemptuous smirk.
"Why would she know someone of his kind? Could it be that they met at the nightclub?"
The same girl said as she glanced at Li Yichen.
She was the leader of the arts interest group, and her name is Lou Xiaoxiao. She had always liked Li Yichen and considered Jiang Churan as her biggest rival. She wouldn't pass up the opportunity to smear her opponent's reputation.
Li Yichen's face remained placid, but doubt and jealousy flickered in his eyes.
Jiang Churan caught up with Aryan at the bottom of the stairs, and she grabbed his arm. "Why are you working in a bar? Does my mom know about it? What about your school?"
Aryan looked at her with a half smile. "You knew my grades. Do you think that I could get into a first-tier university even if I tried?"
Jiang Churan was suddenly out of words.
Aryan had told her and her dad that his grades were in the top 500 at the Dildar Nagar County. That translates to being at the bottom of the Ivy League High's ranking. Even if Aryan started to study 24/7, he would at best get into a second-tier University.
"Plus, I am only here for two hours a night. If I can't get into a good university, I need to prepare myself for society." Aryan said.
Even as Aryan was talking to her, Jiang Churan heard her friends calling out her name.
Aryan pulled her hand away and said: "Your friends are looking for you. I have to work."
Aryan turned around and started away, leaving Jiang Churan at a loss. She was not sure what to make of this discovery.
Her friend's voice finally caught her attention. As she looked back, she saw Li Yichen was also standing on the landing, looking at her. She turned around and hurried upstairs.
Right before she reached the landing on the second floor, she felt something was missing inside of her, as if part of her soul had suddenly been taken away.
Aryan, the boy who could subdue a big brawny man with one punch had to put away his dignity and labor inside of a bar. Reality had taught her a good lesson today.
When Jiang Churan reached the second floor, she looked up at everyone and found that no one was smiling. Even Li Yichen's face was cold and disapproving. She managed a smile and then said, "Well, let's forget about him, and party!"
"Yeah, why should we let a random dude stop our fun?" Mo Hill slapped the table and said, "Come here hot stuff. Let's have a toast in the name of Brother Yichen! No one other than Yichen could have landed our council that one hundred thousand yuan sponsorship fund. "
"Very well. Thank you, Yichen!" Jiang Churan grabbed the glass and poured its contents down her throat. However, even as the hot wine burnt all the way to her belly, she heaved a deep sigh in her mind.
'Perhaps, we truly live in two different worlds.'
After their brief meeting in the bar, Jiang Churan had never talked to Aryan again. Even when they passed each other at school, they simply nodded at each other without exchanging any words.
Despite the gradual increase of distance with Jiang Churan, Aryan had started to hit it off with Jiang Tanqiu. Although he wasn't too proud of having Aryan as his desk-mate, he at least was willing to converse with the new guy and sometimes even hang out with him. In the eyes of their classmates, Jiang Taniu was the closest person to being a friend to Aryan in the class.
One day, the class leader Chang Wen came up to the two and said: "The school basketball team will be training at noon. I want you two to help out with the water bottles."
Before the two boys had a chance to utter a word, Chang Wen had turned around and started off.
Jiang Tanqiu complained under his breath, "Whatever, she treats Si Yinxia like a god and treats us like dogs!"
He turned around and saw Aryan had kept his silence which Jiang Tanqiu took for acquiescence.
"You are too nice to her. One day you will regret it!"
Aryan pretended he didn't hear his friend's complaint and had remained silent.
After the two had lunch, they arrived at the basketball court. They found out that most seats were already taken by girls. They scanned the court expectantly while whispering to each other from time to time. The substitute players were the first to enter the court, but no one had paid any attention to them. However, once Si Yinxia showed up, the entire stadium was filled with cheers and screams.
"Why the hype?"
Even though Aryan knew that Si Yinxia was the girl's idol, he was taken aback by the girl's feverish enthusiasm.
"There goes the hotshot." Jiang Tanqiu sighed. "I have already seen more than four of his admirers who were at least as pretty as our class leader. But he is not interested in any one of them."
Aryan shook his head and then sighed.
He didn't sigh out of envy for Si Yinxia's popularity; In the past five hundred years, he had traveled many galaxies, and had his fair share of outright drop dead gorgeous goddesses. These girls in their earthly bodies failed to live up to even a fraction of those goddess' sublime beauty.
What he was lamenting about was the sight of Yang Chao.
Surrounded by girls, it was evident that both Yang Chao and Si Yinxia were both popular studs among the girls.
"Do you see that tall one? He is Yang Chao, captain of the school team. He is quite a character, that one."
Jiang Tanqiu pointed to Yang Chao and said: "His dad is the CEO of Tiansheng Hotel. It was said that even the cheapest meal at the hotel would cost at least three thousand yuan. Someone had ticked him off once, and he ended up dropping out of school with a broken leg. And guess what happened to our Captain Yang? Nothing."
Jiang Tanqiu said with a mixture of envy and loathing in his voice, "When will I be like him? That would be awesome."
So saying, he shot Aryan a sidelong glance and then heaved a sigh of resignation: "Forget it, What am I thinking? Us and Yang Chao live in two different worlds."
Aryan smiled and didn't say anything.
Jiang Tanqiu's family was well-off, but it was a far cry compared to the Yang family's hundreds of millions of assets.
The training quickly turned into Si Yinxia's solo performance. Every time he had control of the ball, he easily zig-zagged his way through the opponent's defense and scored. Every time that happened, the gym was filled with girls' screams.
The training session ended with an overwhelming victory of 82 to 22. Si Yinxia alone had earned 30 points out of that 82.
Seeing the game had ended, Chang Wen hurried to Si Yinxia and handed him a bottle of iced-water. And then she took out a soft, warm towel and went on to dry Si Yinxia's sweaty forehead.
Meanwhile, Si Yinxia remained aloof and didn't speak a word to the girl.
"Jiang Tanqiu, Aryan, what are you two staring at? The other players need water!" Chang Wen gave the two boys on the sideline a stern look and then said hotly.
"Let's go." Aryan patted Jiang Tanqiu's shoulder and lifted the cooler by his feet.
"Thank you." Yang Chao took the drink before he got a chance to look at who had handed the drink to him. When he did, he was surprised to see that it was Aryan. A hundred different emotions ranging from shock to embarrassment roiled and mixed inside of the team captain, and each appeared on his face for only a fraction of a second.
"What's going on?" The player next to Yang Chao nudged him.
"Ah-nothing." Yang Chao smiled awkwardly.
"Long time no see." Aryan nodded to him.
"Yeah, no kidding." Yang Chao did not want to chat with Aryan as he was still grappling with the chaotic emotions inside of him.
Aryan wasted no time on him either. After he had given out the drinks, he quickly left with Jiang Tanqiu.
It wasn't until Aryan had disappeared from the court, Yang Chao heaved a deep sigh of relief as fear flickered in his eyes.
"Isn't that the new transfer student?" Si Yingxia asked Yang Chao while sipping on his drink.
"Do you know him?" Yang Chao asked curiously.
"His name is Aryan, a new student in our class. I really have nothing to say about him. I asked him to come to help out with the water." Chang Wen said lightly.
In her eyes, Aryan was not nearly as attractive as Si Yinxia and Yang Chao. If she were not the class leader, which made her obligated to know every classmate, she would never waste a single breath on him.
Yang Chao scowled and was about to say something, but he thought better of it. After all, what had happened at the KTV was an embarrassment. He didn't want to be a laughingstock.
Unbeknown to all of them, Aryan was able to hear their conversation, and he was not very impressed by Chang Wen's ungracious remarks.
Time flew by, and before Aryan knew it, two weeks had already gone by.
This evening, like many evenings before it, Aryan sat cross-legged on the rooftop of his house and started to cultivate. He had met a bottleneck ever since September started. However, today, he felt something was different in him: the hurdle in his cultivation was about to be overcome.
"Hopefully, I will enter the mid-stage of the Foundation Establishment after tonight."
He sat still, and let the Void Mortal Refinement art do its work. The Spirit Qi hidden in the air around him turned into countless wisps of energy, and they burrowed themselves into Aryan's body through every hole and crevice on his body.
As he gathered energy to break through the bottleneck, the art of Void Mortal Refinement also picked up speed, spurring his body to hungrily absorb as much energy as possible.
The moon in the sky also seemed to have answered the art's beckoning call as it sent a ray of creamy light down on Aryan. Looking from afar, Aryan's body was suffused with a milky white glow.
No cultivators were able to absorb the energy of celestial bodies such as the sun and moon without the help of the Void Mortal Refinement art. This powerful art was able to turn a celestial entity into energy that could be absorbed by the cultivator.
As the True Essence in Aryan's system gathered strength, he felt he was almost ready to breach the bottleneck.
Almost, but not quite just yet. Even the combined strength of the Spirit Qi and the moon energy was not enough to overcome the resistance.
"Fortunately, I stashed some pills that I made for Wei Fu."
He fished out three Essence Enhancing Pills and swallowed them. As soon as the pills reached his belly, Aryan felt a heat wave rush through his system as a blissful euphoria seized his mind.
Finally, with a soft popping sound, he had breached the barrier and reached the next stage of cultivation.
The countless cells that made up his body seemed to have joined together in a cheerful choir, singing out their welcome to the brand new level of True Essence that flowed freely in his system.
Not only the True Essence in his body was improved, but Aryan's physical body was also strengthened significantly.
Thus it was, many cultivators had viewed their practice as a form of evolution. Only through cultivation could humans elevate themselves from their mortal body to become one with the universe, and eventually, immortality: the end goal of evolution.
Although Aryan had reached the mid-stage of the Foundation Establishment, he looked just like he was before. However, inside of Aryan, he might as well be a brand new man.
Aryan heaved a sigh and then stood up slowly.
After a month of hard training, he had finally entered the mid-stage of the Foundation Establishment.
"If not for the Essence of Enhancing Pills, I would still have to struggle for at least half a month. It seems that I will have to focus on making more money from now on so that I can buy more herbs."
Aryan thought to himself.
The next day, Aryan received a call, and to his surprise, it was from Zhou Tianhao.
Zhou Tianhao invited him over to the Mingdu Restaurant at noon, saying that he wanted to apologize to him in person.
After giving the invitation some thought, Aryan agreed to go.
When Aryan arrived at the restaurant, he was surprised to find out that Zhou Tianhao's bodyguard, A-Biao, had injured his arm.
A-Biao's arm wrapped in bandages was secured in a sling. Aryan wagered that someone must have broken it.
"Who did it?" Aryan asked curiously.
He knew A-Biao's strength first hand. Whatever damage he had done to A-Biao from the kick that night should have long-since recovered, so why was his arm broken?
With many questions in his mind, Aryan came up to Zhou Tianhao.
"Boss Zhou, I don't think you wanted me to come here just to hear your apology, so what is it? "
"I knew I wouldn't be able to fool you!" Zhou Tianhao was not embarrassed at all by his poor excuse to coax Aryan here. "I need a hand, a small favor from you if you will."
"I'm all ears." Aryan nodded slightly.
Zhou Tianhao lowered his head and shot Sister Rouge with a knowing glance, telling the other people to leave the room. Once everyone else was gone, a wry smile broke over Zhou Tianhao's face, and he said.
"Since Brother Chen knew Mr. Wei, that puts us on the same side. Let me fill you in on the details."
"One of my competitors who went overseas in the early years is now back on my turf. Since then, he had been racketeering my business; I went to talk some sense with him. Bah! You see what he did to A-Biao, that SOB! " Zhou Tianhao cursed loudly.
"What does it have to do with me?" Aryan's lips thinned into a smile. He didn't give a damn about the infighting between criminal scumbags.
"I knew you didn't care about my problem, but what if I tell you that this guy was really something else—" Zhou Tianhao paused and then heaved a sigh, "he had returned to Shiar all by himself. I am not sure how he did it, but his martial arts skills had increased by leaps and bounds compared to the last time I saw him. He seeks to stir up trouble but is not interested in money. It was all my fault; I really shouldn't have offended him when we were both young. I have tried to bring as many as a dozen bodyguards with me, but they still got their asses handed over to them."
"Oh?" Aryan's interest was piqued. He gave A-Biao a look and asked, "How does his strength compare to mine?"
"He is too much for me to handle, that's for sure. I can't even withstand a single punch from him. In my opinion, he is more powerful than you." A-Biao smiled bitterly. "I have been practicing martial arts for more than ten years, and I have never seen such a bad-ass."
Aryan nodded.
He wagered that the martial artist must be an expert of the Internal Forces. As for A-Biao's comment that seemed to have undermined his power, Aryan did not care.
After all, He had only used 30% of his force when he landed that kick on A-Biao; otherwise, he might as well be dead. With his recent advancements in his cultivation, he figured that his attacks should be even more powerful than it was three months ago.
"That prick had asked me to meet him on the island in the middle of Yangui Lake tonight. I would appreciate it if Brother Chen could accompany me." Zhou Tianhao said in a pleading voice.
Aryan knitted his brows; something told him that there was more to this than what meets the eye. However, since he needed money, he conceded that there would be no harm in getting paid for meeting up with another martial artist who used the Internal Force.
Although Zhou Tianhao knew that he was the old man's friend, he remained skeptical of Aryan's ability. He had invited Aryan to accompany merely as a security measure.
"What benefits will I get?" Aryan asked, after all he was not on the other person's back and called.
"If you come with me I will give One Million Dollars" Zhou Tianhao offers. Aryan nodded.
"Great! " Zhou Tianhao was elated by Aryan's decision. "Before you leave, I wish to introduce you to another powerful martial artist."
Aryan was right; this "other" martial artist was who Zhou Tianhao is really counting on tonight. He himself was just a contingency measure.
After Sister Rouge had taken a slow sip of her red tea, a group of people started to file into the room.
Zhou Tianhao pushed himself out of the chair and went to the leader of the group with a warm smile.
"Master Guo! You are finally here! Come on in, please!"
The leader of the group was a middle-aged man in a black gym suite. His eyes glinted as he walked into the room with steady and swift steps, trailing behind him a group of young disciples.
Zhou Tianhao introduced the group to Aryan, "Brother Chen, this is the master I was talking about. He was master Guo Wei from Wei Shen martial arts school!."
Guo Wei gave Aryan a cold look and said:" A kid? Did you find us a cheerleader? Haha!"
An awkward silence fell into the room. After a while, Zhou Tianhao finally broke the spell, "No, no. This is Brother Chen, don't let his young age fool you; he is quite a fighter. Just ask A-Biao!"
"It seems that you still have no idea who you are dealing with." Guo Wei shook his head and said dismissively, "Your bodyguard is just a piece of cake for who you are messing with. He is above the pay grade of any bodyguards."
"How so?" Zhou Tianhao asked. So far, he hadn't given any thought about the exact power of his rival.
Aryan smiled and kept his thoughts to himself. So far, he had been enjoying the performance of this Master Guo.
He remembered that Mr. Wei told him that in addition to the Wei family, there was also a Wei Shen martial arts school who also used the internal force. Mr. Wei must be talking about Master Guo and his students. However, it was evident to Aryan that the power of Master Guo was pathetic, and no wonder Mr. Wei didn't seem to take him seriously.
Master Guo regarded Aryan with a contemptuous look, and then he asked:
"Boss-Zhou, have you ever heard of something called internal force?"
"Internal Force?" Zhou Tianhao frowned and then murmured: "It sounds very familiar."
However, the bodyguard A-Biao was stirred by the question. His hulking frame trembled slightly, and then he asked:" Do you mean that person used Internal Force?"
Guo Wei nodded and then gave the bodyguard a look. "If he didn't use Internal Force, how on earth could he injure your arm so badly with just one punch? The power in the internal force was beyond the limitations of human flesh."
"A-Biao, did you know anything about it?" Zhou Tianhao asked his bodyguard.
A-Biao managed a smile and then said, "I had heard about it when I was studying under my master. He told me that once a martial artist's power had reached a certain point, he would be able to emanate his inner energy outward and form the so-called Internal force."
"I had always thought my teacher was pulling my leg, so I have never paid much attention to it. I also remembered that my teacher told me that it was really difficult for a martial artist to utilize the Internal Force. He had admitted that he had never seen one in his life."
"Your teacher is right. There are only a handful of people who could use the Internal Force in today's world. However, those who had the force at their disposal were extremely deadly. Their incredible speed could even render modern weapons such as guns useless." Guo Wei said. "Of course, being able to use the force did not mean that there was no more room for improvement. One could go even further until they reach the Transcendent State. At that stage, the martial artist was practically a demi-god. "
Zhou Tianhao's eyes were filled with disbelief. "Is that true? Why have I never heard of it?"
"Hehe." Guo Wei simply laughed.
He held out a hand and pressed it gently on the table, palm facing down. When he jerked his hand back, the room had fallen into a pin-drop-silence.
Master Guo's hand had left a shallow but noticeable impression on the table top.
"Is-is this the Internal Force?" Zhou Tianhao's eyes were wide with disbelief.
A-Biao felt sweat rolling down his forehead as he wondered what would happen to him if that palm was pressed on his flesh.
Aryan watched the development quietly and then shook his head.
What Guo Wei did was nothing compared to what he had done to the willow tree trunk. Not only was the table made out of plastic, but the Internal Force had never left the master's palm.
Nonetheless, Zhou Tianhao was extremely impressed by what he saw. "So Master Guo also knows how to use the Internal Force! I am relieved. Finally, we can fight against my opponent on even ground."
With the new found confidence, Zhou Tianhao finally revealed the details about his feud with his enemy. "The guy's name is Linbao. We had been business competitors when I first started my company. After a few other competitors and I weighed in on him, his company eventually went belly up, and he ran away overseas. Who would have thought that he would be back as a martial artist? I thank the gods for your help, Master Guo. I haven't been able to fall asleep for many weeks because of the mess."
After that, Zhou Tianhao took out a briefcase and pushed it into Guo Wei's arms.
"Master Guo, here is the first half: five million. After we have settled the score with my old friend, I will wire you the other five million to your account. I will also introduce you to my boss, Wei 'San-ye'. I am sure San-ye could use your talent too. "
Hearing Zhou Tianhao's words, Guo Wei smiled satisfyingly.
Although the money was good, he didn't offer his help to Zhou Tianhao just for the money; he did it to be connected with Zhou Tianhao's powerful boss.
Aryan watched and didn't say a thing.
He wagered that neither Zhou Tianhao nor Master Guo knew that Mr. Wei was also a powerful martial artist. As a matter of fact, even Wei San-ye's niece was a more powerful Internal Force expert than Guo Wei was.
At the dining table, Guo Wei had quickly become the center of everyone's attention. Everyone fawned over him for the protection he had promised to provide.
They were truly shocked by Guo Wei's display of strength; his usage of the Internal Forces had been an eye-opener for them.
Aryan left the dining table and made a phone call to Sister Ying and the head teacher to ask for the afternoon off.
After the lunch, Guo Wei took upon himself to come up with a list of people that he would bring with him. They were Zhou Tianhao, A-Biao, two gunmen, and one of his apprentices who had also practiced Internal Force. Together, the six of them will meet with Linao on the island.
Seeing that Aryan was not included in the list, Zhou Tianhao said:
"Guo Master, I have also invited Brother Chen to join me. Why don't you bring him with you as well? "
"I have told you why. It's not a fight for just anybody. He won't stand one punch from Linbao." Guo Wei complained.
Zhou Tianhao grimaced as he looked at Aryan and then back at Master Guo.
Aryan said faintly, "Since you have already given me the money, I must protect you."
"Plus, I don't believe in high tales about Internal Forces and immortals and what not."
"You are too young, too simple, sometimes naive!" Guo Wei sneered.
Despite his hesitation, Zhou Tianhao eventually decided to let Aryan tag along. After all, he had already given the money, and this boy was a friend of the elderly man.
Guo Wei snorted and let the matter rest unwillingly.
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