Chapter 74: Plan the Trip to Piaoliang Guo!

Online, it's rare to see big influencers related to kung fu.

But that doesn't mean kung fu lacks popularity.

In fact,

Whether male or female, people all harbor longing for physical strength.

Especially since kung fu carries an air of mystery.

The reason there are so few influencers in this field is first because many people who don't understand kung fu still love to show off, giving many a terrible first impression.

Second, the threshold for kung fu is very high.

Usually, few can reach a level that amazes people—that is, they're not strong enough.

True masters don't need the internet to earn money, and they look down on showing themselves off to be judged by those who don't understand.

But Song Mo is different.

He clearly knows he is an extremely unique existence.

Song Mo asked Bruce whether anyone in this world possessed "Qi."

Bruce firmly shook his head, saying he had never seen anyone else possess it besides Song Mo.

At the time, Song Mo asked again.

"Really no one?"

"I haven't seen anyone!"

Then, Song Mo clapped his palm through the air.

Bruce felt his body instantly lose balance, as if swept by a gale, retreating several meters backward.

Bruce's expression was utterly stunned.

He stared at Song Mo in shock, mouth agape, eyes filled with disbelief.

So much so that he lost his train of thought.

"Th-this, Master, you didn't even touch me—why?"

Song Mo smiled.

He didn't answer Bruce's question, but asked instead.

"Why do you think?"

Bruce recalled Song Mo's earlier words.

A shocking guess surfaced in his mind!

He had long known Song Mo possessed "Qi."

That was precisely why he had chosen Song Mo as his master.

But he never imagined Song Mo's "Qi" was somehow different from what he expected—it could harm from a distance!

What's the difference between this and the martial arts masters in TV dramas or novels?

Bruce's eyes burned with fervor.

The stronger Song Mo was, the happier he became!

Because it meant he could learn more and greater true skills!

For a martial arts fanatic, was there anything more joyful in the world?

Bruce knelt on the ground and apologized.

"Master, I apologize for my previous misunderstanding—you're not just continuing Li Xiaolong's legacy; in my eyes, you've fully shouldered the glory of world martial arts!"

Bruce's eyes blazed with unprecedented zeal.

Song Mo possesses "true skill"!

And it's incredibly powerful!

Bruce could foresee that Song Mo would become a world-shaping figure, becoming the god of modern martial arts, the spokesperson for kung fu.

From a narrow perspective, Song Mo himself would gain unparalleled reputation, wealth, and even power.

Even power itself would court him.

Countless rich people or those holding power might become Song Mo's fans, especially if they're interested in kung fu.

Because he is a true genius!

Even a divine being!

But this has one prerequisite: Song Mo must travel widely, not stay only in Huaguo—he must build his reputation across the world.

Only by appearing before the eyes of great figures and demonstrating truly astonishing power can he earn real recognition.

Bruce seriously explained to Song Mo the importance of "traveling widely," and told him he could host a challenge cup, inviting masters from all over.

But it would be best to go to Piaoliang Guo.

Only by making a name there would his reputation be most authoritative and his influence greatest.

Song Mo nodded in agreement.

"Good, in a couple days I'm planning to go to Paris."

"To discuss starting a pharmaceutical company with Sheldon—I'll ask him to come watch, and also check in on Adelin."

Sheldon and Adelin had both added Song Mo's contact.

Adelin often chatted with Song Mo.

But this girl always talked to Song Mo about Piano, and Song Mo's mind was never on Piano—he was on a far higher level and had nothing in common with her.

Bruce begged: "Master, let me come with you."

"I can assist you, and once we reach Piaoliang Guo, my fame can help you solve many problems."

Song Mo nodded.

Bruce naturally had to come along.

Bruce becoming Song Mo's disciple was essentially binding himself to Song Mo.

Their interests were linked.

Taking Bruce out more often would make him Song Mo's representative; in many situations where Song Mo had no time to appear or didn't want to, Bruce could act on his behalf.

……

Song Mo returned home as usual.

But he didn't expect to see his father and mother.

"Mom? Dad?"

"Aren't you both busy? Why are you home today?"

Ever since Song Mo and Song Wanrou both came of age,

Song's parents had "expelled" them from home, making them live on their own; the reason Song Mo and Song Wanrou lived together was because Song Wanrou had suggested she'd take care of Song Mo.

Song Mo was surprised.

"Aren't you two usually busy running around having fun?"

"What are you doing here today?"

Bai Jiaojiao slapped him hard on the back, "You little brat, do you think your own mother can't even come see you?"

"Hmph, raised a thankless wolf."

No wonder she was his real mother—her slap had real force.

Fortunately, Song Mo was no longer what he used to be; Bai Jiaojiao couldn't possibly hurt him now.

"That's not it."

Song Mo smirked.

"I just remember, every time I came looking for you two, Mom, you always said you were busy? Always claiming you had business to handle."

"I can barely believe Dad saying that, but you—a rich, idle housewife—saying that is a bit much."

Bai Jiaojiao hesitated, then stubbornly retorted:

"Who said that?"

"I really am busy."

Whether she was busy shopping, traveling, or getting beauty treatments, no one knew.

"Stop talking nonsense! Do you know why Mom came over?"

Bai Jiaojiao waved her phone mysteriously, a smug look on her face.

Song Mo asked curiously: "Did you and Dad decide to retire and give me all your billions in skins?"

Bai Jiaojiao rolled her eyes.

"Dream on."

"You don't look like someone who'd enjoy leisure."

"Let your dad work hard while you and Mom relax—wouldn't that be better? If I were you, I'd want him to keep working for years longer."

Song Tiancheng, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke: "Actually, I think Xiao Mo has grown up; it's time he gradually takes over our family's business. Stepping down early would be better."

Bai Jiaojiao exclaimed: "Lao Song, are you crazy?"

You know, Song Tiancheng is a workaholic.

He doesn't want to control the family fortune; having a career of his own to build is the lifelong dream he's chasing.

(End of chapter)