Chapter 643

The one who entered the Wu Guan building was indeed Xu Jingming; after leaving the Wild Zone, he had originally planned to return to his villa first.

But he saw the message Ling Shuang had sent a day earlier, telling him to go to her office upon returning.

So Xu Jingming didn't even have time to change out of his bloodstained battle robe before rushing over.

"Good morning, Coach Xu."

"Chief Coach."

"Good morning, Teacher Xu."

"......"

Ling Shuang's office was on the seventh floor of the Wu Guan building.

Those working on this floor were mostly the Wu Guan's senior and junior managers.

As Xu Jingming stepped out of the elevator and walked down the corridor, people greeted him spontaneously.

This stood in stark contrast to his arrival in Moben two months ago, when no one paid him any attention.

This also indirectly showed that Ling Shuang had firmly established herself in the Wu Guan during this time.

Ling Shuang's office was the largest one at the end of the corridor.

Xu Jingming arrived at the door, about to knock, when Ling Shuang's clear, melodious voice came from inside:

"The door isn't locked—come right in."

Hearing this, Xu Jingming pushed the door open directly, his gaze sweeping across to see Ling Shuang behind the desk.

Today she wasn't wearing her work uniform, only a long black dress.

Her black hair was tied into a low ponytail.

It hung softly like silk over her right chest, slightly parted by the full, rounded swell of her bust.

Paired with her mature, refined features, she exuded a gentle, elegant wife-like grace.

"Teacher, I'm back," Xu Jingming said respectfully.

"Mm, sit down."

Ling Shuang nodded, rose from behind the desk, and walked toward the sofa beside her.

As she moved, her pale, slender legs flickered in and out of view beneath the dress.

Only then did Xu Jingming realize she wasn't wearing shoes.

A pair of glistening, jade-like feet were casually exposed to the air.

They hovered lightly, about three or four centimeters above the ground, untouched by any dirt.

They looked like pure white ice cream, tempting one to savor them closely.

"Hm?"

Sitting on the sofa, Xu Jingming frowned.

Damn Doushen Shenlei Body!

Since reaching the eighth level, the side effects have grown worse and worse!

"This guy..."

As an eighth-rank Zhongweida Master Zongshi, Ling Shuang naturally sensed Xu Jingming's gaze.

But bare feet were part of her space-natured cultivation—she couldn't abandon them just for him.

Whatever.

I've already pinched it before—just looking won't hurt.

A faint flush of embarrassment flashed through her mind, yet her face showed nothing.

She sat down on the sofa opposite Xu Jingming and said softly:

"How was it in the Wild Zone? Did you encounter any danger?"

"I met two eighth-rank ferocious beasts—once I used Su Laoshi's protective talisman, and once I left before it spotted me."

Xu Jingming replied with a smile.

If you walk by the river often, you'll get your shoes wet.

During his time in the Wild Zone, he had encountered eighth-rank ferocious beasts more than once.

Any other sixth-rank Nengzhe would have been dead long ago.

But with his Thunder Dragon Wings' speed and the protective talisman, he always escaped unscathed.

But he had the Thunder Dragon Wings' extreme speed, and the protective talisman with him, so every encounter was a close call without real danger.

Ling Shuang nodded slightly and continued: "I called you here for one reason—watch out for Liu Shan.

Liu Shan heard that Shengling Wu Guan is bringing media tomorrow, and he'll likely use that as an excuse to pressure you.

There's less than ten minutes until the Wu Guan's regular meeting.

You don't have to attend—avoid giving Liu Shan a chance to exploit it."

"No problem—I'm not afraid of Su Laoshi's pressure, so why should I fear the aura of an eighth-rank Shangweida Master Zongshi?"

Xu Jingming looked completely at ease.

He wasn't Xia Lan—only a ninth-rank peak or even a Supreme could scare him with aura alone.

He was not Xia Lan; to frighten him off with mere aura alone, one would need to be at least a peak ninth-tier expert, or even a Supreme.

"Also, George from Shengling Wu Guan is a racist who holds hostility toward Great Xia."

"He didn't come just for sparring and exchange—he wants to challenge and take over our Wu Guan."

"If George challenges you to a sparring match tomorrow, don't hold back—beat him senseless."

A faint chill glimmered in Ling Shuang's beautiful eyes.

A faint cold glint flickered in Ling Shuang's beautiful eyes.

A racist is someone who is self-centered, who looks down on, or even hates, people of other countries.

Thanks to the propaganda cultivated by the United States, people like George are not at all rare in the United States.

It's just that George happens to possess an S-rank ability and has cultivated to the seventh tier, that's all.

"Is that so? Then I understand." Xu Jingming grinned, his smile very bright.

Toward foreigners, he had no thoughts of discrimination or looking down on them.

But there are always some people who regard people of other countries as enemies, belittling them in every way.

For people like this, ideological correction is useless — only physical correction will do.

"Go take a shower first, change your clothes, then go attend the meeting."

Seeing Xu Jingming covered in bloodstains, looking travel-worn and weary, Hearing Ling Shuang couldn't help but remind him.

"Alright." Xu Jingming turned to leave.

But Hearing Ling Shuang thought for a moment, then spoke again: "Forget it, there's less than 10 minutes left.

Even if you go back you won't make it in time — just wash up here at my place."

What Hearing Ling Shuang called an office actually had a room hidden in the back.

The room was roughly 40 square meters, with a bed and a shower.

It was there for the convenience of the big boss when working late in the office and sleeping there.

Xu Jingming had long ago, through the passive perception of the Heart Net, discovered the existence of this room.

But he hadn't expected Hearing Ling Shuang to tell him to wash inside.

Wouldn't it be the same to just use her spatial ability to teleport himself back?

Though puzzled, Xu Jingming said nothing, nodded, and walked into the bedroom in the back.

Hearing Ling Shuang must have stayed here more than one night — the room carried a faint, delicate feminine fragrance......

Six minutes later, Xu Jingming, who had taken a quick shower and changed into a loose training outfit, went to the meeting room together with Hearing Ling Shuang.

By now quite a few people were already in the meeting room.

Seeing Xu Jingming arrive, everyone was somewhat surprised.

After all, Xu Jingming hadn't shown up at the Lei Ting Martial Hall for over a month.

What surprised them even more was that Xu Jingming's aura seemed considerably stronger again.

A few more minutes later, Hall Master Liu Shan and two deputy hall masters arrived, and the meeting officially began.

Just as Hearing Ling Shuang had predicted, the moment the meeting started, Liu Shan pointed the spearhead at Xu Jingming.

"Coach Xu, this time the Holy Spirit Martial Hall isn't just bringing people like George — they also brought along more than ten media outlets, big and small.

This isn't an exchange or sparring session — it's a straightforward challenge to our hall!

I hope you, as the head coach, will set a good example and not lose to George. That's not a problem, is it?"

Liu Shan asked in a deep voice.

In truth, he was also a bit annoyed.

Inviting George over had only been meant to let him curb Xu Jingming's momentum — he had never intended any external publicity.

But he hadn't expected George to pull such a move!

Now, if Xu Jingming really lost, the Lei Ting Martial Hall would lose face along with him.

He, as hall master, would also be hard to absolve of blame.

"Alright." Xu Jingming's voice was steady and forceful.

Liu Shan nodded slightly and said nothing more.

For him, this matter was actually also an opportunity.

If George won, although he would bear some responsibility, he would also have reason to strip Xu Jingming of his head coach position.

If Xu Jingming won, it would also count as promoting the Lei Ting Martial Hall in front of the major media.

All in all, no matter how tomorrow's battle ended, he wouldn't be at a loss.