Chapter 2088: Spiritwind Governor, A Private Talk

Waking up from the nakedness.

Ning Ze muttered, "Ah... so comfortable."

After a sleep, he felt exceptionally ethereal, as if reborn; even the air felt fresher.

"When did I pass out?"

Ning Ze tried hard to recall, but he couldn't remember anything that followed; it felt like he was in the midst of painful cultivation one second, and awake the next.

"How much have I improved?"

Opening the system panel.

【Host: Ning Ze】

【Realm: Initial-level Warlord kg; Spirit Reader kg】

【Cultivation Skills: Gene Energy Cultivation Method "Five Hearts Toward Heaven Stance"; Guidance Technique "Spiritwind Seven Secrets"; Visualization Technique "One Sword Seals Heaven"】

【Combat Skills: "Swift Movement" Perfect/; "Wind Severing Slash" Artistic Conception/】

"kg! My strength exceeds the Initial-level Warlord standard, I'm even almost at Intermediate-level Warlord!"

"This! So exaggerated! An improvement of nearly kg!"

Ning Ze was ecstatic, his face full of smiles. He hadn't expected to improve so much; an ordinary person using Dragon Blood would only improve by one-fold, but he had doubled it twice!

"My limit strength can now reach 800,000 kilograms! Exceeding the base strength of a peak Warlord!" Ning Ze clenched his fists, feeling as if a dragon lived inside his body! He felt he could smash a small mountain with one punch!

"Awesome!"

"This feeling is truly awesome!"

Ning Ze's figure moved rapidly within the room; the sound, exceeding the speed of sound, did not erupt into a sonic boom, and for a time, the room was filled with his afterimages.

"Perfect control of strength!"

"This is the effect of Dragon Blood!" Ning Ze licked his lips; he felt he couldn't suppress his greed. If this were to double again, he would be an Advanced-level Warlord!

Recalling the contents of the manual, Ning Ze's expression was somewhat regretful, "This Dragon Blood is just something like a catalyst. The first stimulation is relatively intense, which can induce the genes to evolve toward perfection, but the effect of the second time will plummet, and the stronger the body, the weaker the stimulation. It cannot be used a second time."

Ning Ze raised his head to look at his communication watch, "4:13 PM, time passed so fast! My memory is still stuck in the morning."

"Splash."

Ning Ze washed away all the filth from his body. His originally fair skin had now become slightly yellowish, faintly revealing a lustrous sheen, with a color leaning toward bronze.

"This looks healthier and stronger than before."

Putting on his Snow White combat suit, Ning Ze smiled slightly, "Perhaps only I could be this extravagant? Even having two sets of SS-grade combat suits."

"And a Black God Set."

Opening the bronze wooden box outside, inside was a pure white plastic packaging box, only twenty centimeters long and wide. The Black God Set was stored inside, just a not-too-thick stack of black fabric.

Ning Ze raised an eyebrow. Would such a thin and light thing possess powerful defensive capabilities? He began to read the manual.

"When the Black God Set is worn on a person, it will automatically penetrate the skin and absorb fresh blood. After absorbing a portion of blood, the Black God Set will undergo some mutations, making the entire 'Black God Set' fit the human body perfectly, just like the body's skin, and it is completely subject to the person's will."

"The Black God Set possesses powerful defensive capabilities, with quality even stronger than an SS-grade combat suit. Its main function lies in slowing down the impact force received at certain locations, allowing all parts of the body to share the damage together. When the Black God Set is damaged, it will automatically repair itself. The Black God Set can isolate toxic gas, high-voltage electricity... it can allow body parts to extend for attacks, and can be changed into any style of clothing as one wishes..."

Ning Ze couldn't help but be dumbfounded, "These functions are too comprehensive. Just looking at this clothing feels like it's telling me there are aliens in this world, and they are aliens who are powerful to the extreme. After all, it can be given away if requirements are met; clearly, the Dojo of Limits is not lacking in this thing. With such comprehensive functions and such high cost-performance, yet in such large quantities, this probably isn't even high-end goods."

"These seniors have so many good things in their hands! Especially the Dojo Master; he is probably the wealthiest person in the world. The attributes of this Black God Set are simply superb! Wearing a combat suit on the outside and the Black God Set on the inside, my defense is even stronger than a monster's! If it were really for sale, even if it cost one trillion Huaxia coins, I would have to save up to buy a set!"

Ning Ze touched the surface of the Black God Set; it felt relatively smooth and carried a bit of a moist sensation. He pinched a corner and pulled the entire Black God Set up; it was as thin as a cicada's wing, and the shape was that of a vest.

The Black God Set comes in various forms, or it appears as 'gloves', or 'vests', 'hats', 'pants', and even 'rings' are possible; his was in the shape of a vest.

"Alright, to wear the Black God Set, I have to take off my clothes first." Ning Ze casually took off his top and then put the Black God Set directly on his body, "No feeling, very light. I really can't imagine this thing can have powerful defensive capabilities; it truly lives up to being high-tech from aliens!"

"Hmm? A little bit of pain, no major feeling. But I feel something moving."

Ning Ze looked down and could see with the naked eye... strands of red blood flowing on the surface of the Black God Set. The Black God Set was also in Flow, as if countless black water droplets were entwining around his chest.

When the strands of red merged into the black water droplets, the black water droplets seemed to undergo some kind of change. The entire process lasted for about 15 minutes, and then everything stopped.

"Arms can become longer?" Ning Ze raised an eyebrow. With a thought, he threw a punch, and his entire arm instantly lengthened, hitting the wall five meters away.

"Controlled my muscles? Don't understand. If I used a staff combined with this Black God Set, it would definitely be strong. The bonus to my combat power isn't much. I'll just treat it as a combat suit; the combat style won't change. After all, this thing is an external object."

Ning Ze felt he couldn't control this Black God Set, and in his heart, he felt it wasn't very reliable.

"Let's look at the secret manuals again. I have an appointment with Teacher Jiang Fang today to learn blade techniques. Now that the manuals have arrived, I must practice a bit, otherwise..."

Ning Ze touched his chin and said uncertainly, "Otherwise I'll be retaliated against, right? My younger sister is like that. Will Teacher Jiang Fang be?" He didn't quite understand the psychology of such an older woman; maybe she was like his mother?

Opening another wooden box again, inside were three sets of secret manuals. They weren't very thick; these were just text and diagrams, and the manuals were all accompanied by discs.

Flipping to the first page.

What leaped onto the paper was the word 'Fast'!

This character looked somewhat shocking, but now Ning Ze was no longer the Ning Ze of the weak period; he would no longer be shaken by the handwriting on a secret manual.

"A bit interesting."

"Of all the martial arts in the world, none are unbreakable, only speed cannot be broken."

"When your blade is faster, fast to the limit, then you are invincible."

"The 'Jiucong Leidao' I created, the fundamental essence is one word—Fast!"

While reading, Ning Ze was thinking, looking for the commonalities between it and sword techniques.

In fact, sword techniques also emphasize the word 'fast'. Among them, the most lethal thrust emphasizes speed, and because of the attack motion, it is even faster than a blade. It's just that a sword is concentrated on a single point, while a blade is mostly a line.

The linear attacks in sword techniques are chopping, intercepting, slicing, wiping, etc., but the power of these usages lies more in being clever, tricky, and sharp, not as heavy and powerful as a blade.

"A sharper sword, a domineering sword!" Ning Ze was somewhat thoughtful, "Ten thousand swords returning to one sword? A sword strike with the momentum of thunder?" His thoughts diverged as he kept pondering.

After studying the manuals and videos for an hour, Ning Ze walked out of the secret room. He had already memorized the manuals for the first few levels, so he wouldn't need to look at them again when practicing.

Just as he was thinking about the blade techniques, he looked up and found Zhao Ruo was actually in his living room. Ning Ze was a bit puzzled, "Senior sister, have you been waiting for me here?"

Zhao Ruo stood up from the square chair and rolled her eyes, "What are you thinking? Someone is looking for you outside, and they even had Senior Brother Fang come over to be a lobbyist. Then Senior Brother Fang handed the matter to me, saying that after you came out, I should notify you. Whether you go or not is up to you."

"Someone is looking for me, and they even sent a lobbyist?" Ning Ze raised an eyebrow, feeling quite puzzled. "Who is looking for me?"

"A big tycoon, the Wang family from the underground Alliance," Zhao Ruo said with a smile. Her already small eyes turned into mere slits, making her look like a little fox.

Ning Ze's pupils constricted, and he said in a flat voice, "I understand."

"Aren't you going to go see them? I heard from Senior Student Fang that they have 'I'm carrying money!' written all over their faces. And there's a share for me, too," Zhao Ruo asked curiously, her words very straightforward—they were here to deliver money!

It was no wonder the first thing mentioned was "big tycoon"; the students in the Jingying Xunlianying were not small-time characters who could be summoned at will.

The service staff certainly wouldn't dare do such a thing; to be able to invite a student, the cost would have to be counted in the hundreds of millions at the very least.

It was just that now, no one in the Jingying Xunlianying dared to offend Ning Ze; the cost of just passing a message was likely no lower than the annual activity budget of others.

After all, one might offend someone without knowing the situation, and what was the Wang family compared to Ning Ze?

That Senior Student Fang hadn't even shown his face while passing the message, which meant he was indicating that this had nothing to do with him.

"See them? Of course I have to see them. If I don't, they won't be at ease, and I don't know how annoying it will be later," Ning Ze walked out with a faint, ambiguous smile.

Seeing this, Zhao Ruo hurriedly followed behind; she loved joining in on the excitement.

They arrived at the main gate of the Jingying Xunlianying.

From far away, Ning Ze saw a group of people standing outside, looking at the young man kneeling on the ground who looked as if his father had died—who else could it be but Wang Xing'an?

Ning Ze sneered in his heart and walked toward the outside with an expressionless face.

In the past, when he had brought high-value materials, Wang Xing'an had dared to set a trap for him.

To say that the Wang family wasn't backing this was absolutely impossible!

No matter what, Wang Xing'an was just a grandson-generation kid; he didn't have that much power, nor would he dare to be so blatant. And now, he wanted to apologize?

That dream was too beautiful!

They couldn't even enter the main gate of the Jingying Xunlianying!

Seeing Ning Ze come out, an old man in the middle of the group took a step forward. With a charitable smile on his face and a gentle, submissive expression, he greeted him: "This young master is handsome and has an outstanding temperament; you must be Ning Ze, Young Master Ning, right?"

Ning Ze was full of mockery inside, but he replied indifferently on the surface: "I am no young master. I wonder what business you all have with me? To be able to find someone even inside the training camp, I fear the cost was not small. It is not easy to meet, so let's get straight to the point; I don't want any more trouble."

The implication was: don't waste your effort in the future; take this one opportunity and say whatever you have to say quickly.

"It is all my fault for not being strict with my family's upbringing, which led to such a grave mistake. After all, I am old, and I never thought the younger generation in my family would be so arrogant. They were all good children at home, but they deceived me for quite a while. I, Wang Chang, am a man who takes responsibility for his actions. Today, I have come specifically to offer you an apology, and as for this brat, I leave him to you to deal with!"

When he said this, Wang Chang's face seemed to show a hint of reluctance, and he gritted his teeth and said, "If a mistake is made, one must be willing to bear the consequences. No matter how you deal with him, I will have no complaints!"

Turning his head, he shouted angrily, "What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and apologize!"

Wang Xing'an knelt on the ground and, without a word, began to kowtow repeatedly with "thud, thud" sounds, his mouth constantly repenting, "I'm sorry, I was wrong. The people who went to the wilderness area were arranged by me, and the things that happened later were also done by me finding people..." Wang Xing'an detailed everything about dealing with Ning Ze, except that he took all the blame upon himself.

Ning Ze watched expressionlessly. After Wang Xing'an finished his rambling, he turned his head and asked softly: "I accept his apology. Is there anything else? I need to cultivate."

Wang Chang's expression froze. It was accepted just like that?

He felt uneasy in his heart, "Many thanks to Student Ning Ze for your magnanimity. After I go back, I will send him in to give those injured girls justice."

Ning Ze nodded slightly, then walked toward the direction of the students.

A flash of sharpness crossed Wang Chang's eyes, and he struggled internally.

It was done, or rather, it wasn't done; looking at the attitude, apologizing or not didn't matter anymore.

"Let's go! We're going home!"

On the other side.

Zhao Ruo, who was walking back, asked in a low voice: "Did you really forgive him? He did so many bad things and even dared to send people to hunt you down."

A disdainful smile appeared on the corner of Ning Ze's mouth, "I never took him to heart in the first place, so where does the question of forgiving or not forgiving come from?"

This kind of grudge had already been formed; how could there be any talk of reconciliation for a life-and-death enmity? He didn't know what the Wang family had come for, but no matter what they did, he would remain vigilant.

For now, the facade hadn't been torn down, so it didn't matter how they came at him. If he truly pushed them to a dead end, his family would be the ones in danger instead.

After all, those who are alive wouldn't dare to act recklessly in the warrior residential area, but those who are certain to die might not be so restrained.

He had already seen the Wang family's methods; those who had hunted him down didn't seem to be doing it for money, nor for strength—they were forced by necessity.

This world is just like this: the strong enslave the weak. No matter what means are used to enslave, and no matter what feelings or twisted stories the enslaved have, only a few can resist.

Since he had escaped last time, he would just wait for a perfect opportunity to kill all his enemies; there was no need to create extra complications.

The two parted ways halfway.

Zhao Ruo returned to Jiangnan Ge, while Ning Ze headed toward the pavilion where Teacher Jiang Fang lived.

With all the miscellaneous matters handled, his cultivation within the training camp was about to get on the right track.