Dragon's Origin

Chapter 470: I Feel Great (Part 1)

Wang Sheng’s words startled everyone. Who was the old Daoist Wang Sheng was talking about? Everyone knew it was Daoist Ling Xu.

Although Wang Sheng casually called him “old Daoist” all the time, everyone else respectfully addressed Ling Xu as “Daoist Master.” The Qing generation even called him “Grand Ancestor” incessantly.

The most senior ancestor of the Old Lord Temple, whose cultivation was far superior to the legendary peak Qing generation Daoists, at a level they couldn't even fathom, was about to be beaten up by Wang Sheng? How was that possible?

Mei’er looked at Wang Sheng in utter disbelief, covering her mouth in shock, almost crying out. No one understood Wang Sheng’s respect for Daoist Ling Xu more than she did. How could Wang Sheng say such a thing in public?

Everyone was astonished, but what was even more surprising was that Daoist Ling Xu didn’t fly into a rage or refuse. Instead, he nodded and said, "Alright, I’ll wait for you in the training room tomorrow morning!"

What was going on? What was happening? A group of people were completely baffled, looking at each other in confusion. Even the music grandmasters, so weak they couldn’t stand up, looked at Wang Sheng and Daoist Ling Xu in utter shock.

Mei’er reacted quickly. Seeing that Master Yu and the others were so exhausted they couldn’t get up from their chairs, she quickly stood up, pulled Rose Sister, opened the small theater, and began giving instructions outside.

Soon, people came in, carefully helping each grandmaster back to their residences, serving them until they were lying down, and then a group of guards protected them outside their rooms. These grandmasters were all treasures now. Losing even one would cause Mei’er heartache and financial pain.

Wang Sheng had said that he wanted to cooperate with Master Yu and the others to create a Qian Sheng Yuan in the music world. What level of business was that? Moreover, even without considering the business, how many gold coins would tickets for a collective performance by these grandmasters sell for? A treasure trove that couldn’t afford to be damaged in the slightest.

The Qing generation were all spectators, and like Mei’er and Rose, they didn’t feel particularly tired. They stood up, bowed to Daoist Ling Xu and Wang Sheng, and hurriedly left.

They were kidding themselves; something must have happened between Wang Sheng and Daoist Ling Xu. Would they be staying here to get in the way? Despite being a group of old Daoists, their ability to observe expressions was no worse than ordinary people.

Only Wang Sheng and Daoist Ling Xu remained in the small theater. Daoist Ling Xu smiled wryly at Wang Sheng and said, “How would I know that song would appear? I just started singing it subconsciously!”

“You almost killed everyone!” Wang Sheng looked at Daoist Ling Xu’s wry smile, feeling helpless. He could only grit his teeth and say, “I won’t feel better unless I beat you up!”

“Alright, I’ll wait for you tomorrow!” Daoist Ling Xu knew he had done something wrong and didn’t argue. He just agreed again and then asked with concern, “How are you?”

“After I beat you up tomorrow, I’ll talk to you properly about what’s going on.” Wang Sheng was currently upset and needed a way to vent. He didn’t bother thinking about it, and didn’t even want to use the Nine Words Incantation to calm himself down.

As a veteran sniper on Earth, he was of course well-versed in psychology. Some things couldn’t be suppressed by force; it was better to vent them.

Wang Sheng went directly to the leather grandmaster in the mansion. He tanned flute membranes for Master Yu and the others with exquisite craftsmanship. Wang Sheng was looking for him to order two pairs of boxing gloves and protective gear, even if he was going to hit Daoist Ling Xu, it had to be under protected circumstances.

Advancement was a good thing, the only trouble was that the old Daoist's spiritual energy was like a catalyst, turning Wang Sheng's spiritual energy into the same strong pure Yang spiritual energy as Daoist Ling Xu.

Wang Sheng also used to have pure Yang spiritual energy, but clearly, Wang Sheng wasn't as pure as Daoist Ling Xu. At the same time, Wang Sheng had engaged in the ritual of Zhou Gong with Song Yan and Rose Sister, so he was no longer a virgin, not comparable to the old Daoist, at least a two-hundred-year-old virgin, whose fire was astonishingly strong.

It could be said that the bit of Yin energy that Wang Sheng had managed to obtain from Rose Sister could be completely ignored. If the balance of Yin and Yang continued to develop in this way, it was estimated that Wang Sheng would have to reach at least the eleventh realm to have a chance.

Wang Sheng couldn’t fall asleep when he lay down. It was estimated that everyone could see that Wang Sheng was angry for some reason, so no one deliberately approached to provoke him. Even Mei’er, who usually clung to Wang Sheng the most, didn’t know where she had gone with Rose, leaving Wang Sheng alone in the bedroom, lying in bed looking at the ceiling until dawn.

Early in the morning, Wang Sheng received the finished boxing gloves and protective gear. The protective formations on the gear had been set up, and even on the boxing gloves, in addition to a thick layer of cushioning material, there was also a cushioning formation. After all, Wang Sheng's strength was too great, and Wang Sheng couldn't be sure that Daoist Ling Xu would be able to withstand his fists, so it was better to be fully protected.

After eating some breakfast, Wang Sheng started carrying two pairs of boxing gloves and two sets of protective gear straight to the training room. When he arrived, he found that Mei’er and Rose were both there, but they were both looking at Wang Sheng with worried faces. And in the training room, Daoist Ling Xu was already waiting for him.

“Mei’er, Rose, guard the outside, don’t let anyone in!” Wang Sheng instructed the two women. He and Daoist Ling Xu were going to have a fight, no matter who hit who, it wouldn't be good for outsiders to see it anyway.

The door closed, Wang Sheng didn't say much, and directly threw a set of equipment over.

“What is this?” Daoist Ling Xu looked at the things Wang Sheng threw over with some puzzlement, picked up the gloves with a frown and asked, “Use this as a weapon? Would anyone buy such a weapon?”

“That’s to prevent you from getting hurt!” Wang Sheng was speechless, and raised his middle finger at the old Daoist. The gloves were of course to reduce the attack, not increase it. This old Daoist, he doesn't understand anything, a country bumpkin!

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“Interesting!” Daoist Ling Xu laughed, then looked at Wang Sheng's appearance, and followed suit, putting the headgear on his head, shaking his head, with a look of curiosity.

Watching Wang Sheng tie his hands with two long strips of cloth, Daoist Ling Xu widened his eyes even more, unable to understand. What was he doing? However, the old Daoist knew that Wang Sheng was very upset now, and didn't want to say much, so he just followed the old rules and did the same.

After tying the bandages, Wang Sheng put his hands into the gloves, tightened them, and then looked at the old Daoist. The old Daoist did the same.

“Let’s make it clear first, no legs, no hitting below the waist, no hitting the back of the head, no tackling.” Wang Sheng collided his gloved fists with each other, then skillfully walked to a place not far from Daoist Ling Xu, began to shrink his fists to the side of his chin, and stepped into a butterfly step with his legs jumping.

Daoist Ling Xu's eyes were as big as copper bells, looking at Wang Sheng's entire movement as if he had seen a ghost.