Chapter 67: Code Name, Dragon! Biochemical Matrix!
In the Lianwuchang.
A man wearing an iron mask and a white training robe sat upright in a grandmaster's armchair.
A burly, broad-shouldered man knelt piously on the ground, holding a cup of steaming hot tea in his hands.
The burly man handed the tea to the masked man.
The man took it and took a small sip.
Bruce loudly swore an oath in Chinese:
"Disciple Bruce, today I take refuge under my honored master's door. From this day forth, I shall serve tea and pour water, sweep away every speck of dust, strictly observe the sect rules, heed my master's commands, and revere my master and honor the Dao!"
"Should I break this oath, may heaven strike me with thunder!"
"If heaven does not take me, Master may himself strip me of all my martial arts and cast me from the sect!"
After finishing in Chinese, Bruce repeated the oath once more in English.
Shortly after.
The man in the white training robe gently placed his hand atop Bruce's head, a gesture carrying the meaning of "an immortal caresses my crown, binding my hair to receive long life."
The simple master-acceptance ceremony ended here.
Song Mo decided to pass the Five Animal Frolics on to Bruce.
As for taking disciples in the future, Song Mo had already made his plans.
Core disciples would be taught the Five Animal Frolics, along with the internal cultivation method.
Registered disciples would only be taught the Five Animal Frolics, not the cultivation method.
Song Mo was not afraid of teaching an apprentice only to have the master go hungry.
On the contrary, only when disciples possessed real skill and knowledge could they maximize their master's influence.
Besides, in this world, only Song Mo possessed Marrow Washing Pills and Da Huan Dan; everyone else's cultivation advanced with agonizing difficulty, while Song Mo was unaffected by any such limitation.
Moreover, the Five Animal Frolics was only Song Mo's first cultivation art; within the System Mall, there were even more and better arts and pills.
The martial arts masters in novels may sound fantastical.
But with the System's help, Song Mo could become the sole reclusive master in reality.
Without the cultivation method, the Five Animal Frolics could only slowly unlock the body's potential;
Even with the method, it still required time to accumulate before any effect appeared.
While others toiled bitterly for twenty years before barely managing to cultivate Internal Energy, Song Mo had no idea what level he had already reached.
After all, the moment he began cultivating, he had relied on the Marrow Washing Pills, the Da Huan Dan, and that one wisp of "Qi" bestowed by the System to generate Internal Energy.
Song Mo recorded the scene of Bruce taking him as his master and uploaded it to Kuaishou and his overseas account.
The name of his newest account consisted of only a single character.
"龍" — "Dragon."
The English name was "loong," not "dragon," meaning the divine dragon of Huaxia, not the evil dragon of the West.
After posting the video, it stirred no response at all.
After all, it was merely an ordinary master-acceptance video.
Song Mo did not mind.
He video-called Xia Yu and Xia Rou on WeChat, telling the two of them to come directly to his Lianwuchang in a while for filming.
He felt terrifyingly strong right now.
Xia Yu and Xia Rou seemed to recall the scene from last time at the Lianwuchang when Song Mo had taken off his clothes; their cheeks flushed slightly, their minds wandering, drifting off repeatedly.
Which earned them a stern rebuke from Song Mo.
Daring to zone out while the boss was discussing serious matters — clearly these two employees' professional conduct was not quite up to standard.
……
Leng Wanqiu ordered Chen Xi to return to his residence immediately.
At the same time, she contacted Song Mo, telling him to come as well.
She had originally intended to hand Chen Xi over to Song Mo in person for punishment, but she hadn't expected Chen Xi to have already arrived, while Song Mo had never replied to any of her messages.
This left Leng Wanqiu feeling deeply frustrated.
After doing all this, wasn't it just to repair her relationship with Song Mo?
In other words, wasn't all her scheming simply to curry favor with Song Mo?
She hadn't expected to press her warm face against his cold backside.
Leng Wanqiu truly felt a sense of utter exhaustion.
Song Mo was like a ball of cotton — no matter how hard you threw a punch, it felt like a complete waste of effort.
Leng Wanqiu refused to accept it.
Her gaze fell on her phone; the surveillance feed showed Chen Xi had already returned to the apartment.
If she taught him a lesson.
Then sent the video to Song Mo.
Would Song Mo be pleased?
Would he reply with a single "Good job"?
Leng Wanqiu's expression instantly turned fierce and ruthless.
All her painstaking efforts to curry favor with Song Mo were, most importantly, aimed at obtaining from him a method to cure her strange illness.
She would not rest until her goal was achieved!
So Leng Wanqiu immediately contacted people and set off together for the apartment where Chen Xi was.
To seize Chen Xi on the spot!
……
Chen Xi returned to his apartment. The first thing he did was kick off his shoes, then flop onto the sofa and have a proper stretch.
Going out drinking with Song Wanrou had nearly killed him, and on top of that he'd been put through the wringer all night at the hotel.
However…
Chen Xi recalled last night's experience.
That slippery feel, that slender figure — she was definitely a beauty.
Then he thought of Song Wanrou's graceful figure.
Chen Xi swallowed hard.
"What a pity — that night she seemed a bit shy? She even specially blindfolded me. I was so out of it I didn't have the strength to resist and take the blindfold off…"
If only he could have seen Song Wanrou's enchanting face — what a thrill that would have been?
Chen Xi suddenly reached out his hand.
He grabbed at the air twice.
A lewd grin spread across his face.
"Hehe…"
Chen Xi had no idea that his every move was already under surveillance. Leng Wanqiu, who had been monitoring him the whole time for fear he'd run, saw Chen Xi's lewd behavior, and the disgust in her heart deepened even further.
She secretly told herself she was truly a fool.
To have trusted a man's disguise so much.
To have been tricked by such a worthless piece of trash.
She swore to herself that she would never make such a mistake again.
After grabbing at the air and reminiscing about yesterday's fun, Chen Xi started scrolling through Douyin.
He never expected to stumble upon the drama about Honor of Kings' "pesticide."
The national-server Ma Chao had gone on an offline date and run smack into a Biochemical Mother Body.
That Biochemical Mother Body didn't mind him being ugly and fat — whatever the national-server Ma Chao wanted, she completely satisfied him, and even cooed and begged him to go berserk.
Seeing her so in need of a lesson, how could the national-server Ma Chao hold back?
Without a second thought, he drove it in first and talked later.
He didn't notice at all that, while he was hard at work, the look of vengeful satisfaction on the Biochemical Mother Body's face, and that faint, elusive trace of a smile.
After learning the whole story,
Chen Xi also felt a lingering dread.
He secretly vowed:
He would absolutely never mess around with women.
Song Wanrou should be fine, right? A rich woman like that should still be pretty clean — she wouldn't dare joke around with her own body.
"Ha, I really do overthink. Running into something like a Biochemical Mother Body — how could that possibly happen to me?"
Chen Xi put down his phone and was just about to go grab some snacks from the fridge.
The next moment.
The apartment door opened.
A group of burly men in suits pinned him down.
Chen Xi's head was pressed against the floor; every joint that was being held felt like it was screaming, but he had no idea what was going on.
His eyes were terrified, he strained to lift his head, but it was all in vain.
Suddenly, his gaze sharpened.
A familiar pair of black ladies' leather shoes appeared in his field of vision.
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