Chapter 120: I'm Going to Become a Man Like Maitreya Buddha

The next morning, the sky was still dim, and Wei Xiong shook me and Pangzi awake with all his might.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Wei Xiong right in front of me, his eyes wide open, looking at me and Pangzi with reluctance.

Wei Xiong sighed, reluctantly saying, "Hai Sheng, Xiaoqiang, I have to leave, rushing back to Guangdong to set off with my uncle tonight."

Still half-asleep, I lazily waved my hand: "Go on, go on, see you next time." But after saying that, I suddenly jolted awake.

Damn, I haven't given him the Dragon Spring Sword yet! And I didn't mention the clothing matter either.

Immediately, I jumped up like a cow whose tail had been stepped on.

"Wait, don't go yet!" I woke up quickly, but Pangzi was faster, grabbing Wei Xiong who was heading out the door in one swift motion.

"What are you doing?" Wei Xiong turned around, looking at Pangzi in confusion.

"Actually, it's nothing, well, I've been researching a spell lately," Pangzi paused, then leaned close to Wei Xiong and smirked, "That spell can actually attract peach blossoms,"

"Can it really attract peach blossoms?" Wei Xiong raised his eyebrows, rubbing his hands together.

"It's a must—when a prince makes a move, not only can it attract peach blossoms, it can even draw bees and butterflies. As long as I cast it just a little, I guarantee that within sixty days countless pure girls will come flying at you, and you won't be able to dodge." Pangzi slapped his chest hard, leaned in with a lecherous smile, and a devilishly tempting voice echoed in Wei Xiong's ear: "How about it, do you want to try this spell?"

I... honestly, Pangzi now looks like a first-rate charlatan.

In just a moment, I understood Pangzi's purpose. He wanted to use the pretext of boosting peach blossoms to put on a show of a spell, making Wei Xiong wear those clothes tightly while also handing over the Dragon Spring Sword.

Thinking of that, I hurried over to echo him: "Exactly, that's it. Pangzi practiced this spell for a long time before mastering it. Last time he did it for a bald guy, sigh... you really shouldn't say it, but two months later the guy was agonizing over which girl to marry."

To make Wei Xiong believe, I even fabricated a story about a bald guy under a noble pretense.

With my agreement, Wei Xiong not only truly believed such a spell existed, but he also had no doubt. His breathing quickened noticeably as he grabbed Pangzi's sleeve and pleaded, "Xiaoqiang, we're all so close—if there's a good thing, you have no reason not to give your brother a discount!"

Pangzi nodded naturally: "Of course it's a must—who told us we're all brothers?"

After saying that, he took Wei Xiong and ran into the room where the spell had been cast the previous night.

As for what they were doing in there, I had no idea. All I saw was Wei Xiong coming out with a beaming face, his spirit evidently boosted a hundredfold, blissfully clutching the Dragon Spring Sword, unable to put it down.

"Xiaoqiang, thanks this time—I won't even mention it. Once I strike it rich, I'll definitely repay you two." Wei Xiong left, overjoyed, hugging the Dragon Spring Sword.

After I saw him off at the door and watched him walk away, I asked Pangzi, completely baffled: "I mean, what method did you use..."

"Didn't you see? I performed a ritual in the name of boosting peach blossoms for him. Then I told him that the magical power was all placed on that outfit—if you want abundant peach blossoms, you need to wear those clothes for a few more days."

"No, I'm wondering how you managed to link peach blossoms with the Dragon Spring Sword."

Pangzi took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and said dreamily, "I told him this sword is a treasure handed down from General Yue Fei, Lord Yue, its blade soaked in his heroic aura. Carrying this sword can multiply a man's charm countless times over... so he couldn't bear to let it go."

After saying that, Pangzi shrugged his shoulders and laughed triumphantly.

I... although this method is indeed clever, everyone in China knows Lord Yue used a spear. The Yue family spear technique shook ancient and modern times, passed down through the ages, yet here you've turned it into a sword.

Such a method could only be dreamed up by Pangzi's wild imagination. And only someone like Wei Xiong, a reluctant-to-marry oaf, would believe such a "truth."

Anyway, things finally ended satisfactorily. Thinking that, I flopped back onto the sofa and slept soundly.

I slept straight through until after six in the evening; when I opened my bleary eyes and woke up, I found it was already dark.

Moreover, two people had unexpectedly appeared in the room.

One was Silijing, the other Yao Yirong. They both happened to put on evening gowns—Yao Yirong in a rose-red strapless long dress, and Silijing in a pale yellow backless long dress, paired with white high heels and two sparkling crystal earrings.

Their temperaments were different—one was fiery and passionate, the other exuded the mature elegance of a noble lady.

Even more surprising was Pangzi... wearing a pure white suit. At this moment, his former bulk had vanished, replaced by a solemn, slightly mature face, his whole body radiating the distinctive aura of a successful man.

"Sigh... up and at 'em, we should head to the banquet," Yuan Qiu beside me gave me a push, and only then did I notice that Yuan Qiu himself had changed into a suit, wearing transparent gold-rimmed glasses, his narrowed eyes gleaming with a businessman's light.

"Banquet... what banquet, and how did Yirong and Jingjing sister come here?" Just waking up, my mind was still very foggy.

"You forgot—today is Zheng ge's birthday, we need to hurry to the dance party," Pangzi gave me a shove, then pointed at Yao Yirong and Silijing, saying, "They're the dance partners I invited."

Only then did I recall that today is Chen Zheng's birthday, and that I, Yuan Qiu, and Pangzi still have to attend the dance tonight.

Hastily taking the suit Pangzi handed me, I ran into the bathroom to wash up.

Stepping out of the bathroom, Pangzi looked at me in my white suit and immediately exclaimed, "Holy shit, I wouldn't have guessed you'd look so presentable in a suit!"

I immediately rolled my eyes at him, picked up a comb to tidy my hair, and stopped bothering with this good-for-nothing who can't even be praised properly.

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At eight o'clock in the evening, the five of us, under the guidance of an Audi car, arrived at a very unfamiliar yet splendidly luxurious villa.

After we handed over the invitation to the greeter at the door, the five of us were directly ushered inside.

At that moment, I suddenly noticed Pangzi's legs trembling uncontrollably.

It makes no sense—we've seen plenty of officials and nobles, so Pangzi has no reason to be stage‑frightened.

"Sigh... I say, King Pangzi, why are your legs shaking nonstop? This dance may be a bit upscale, but there's nothing to fear!" I gently pushed him.

"You don't know!" Pangzi sighed bitterly, pursing his lips: "I thought we were going to a banquet, surely there'd be tasty abalone and shark fin, so I deliberately skipped dinner to prepare for a big feast. But now my stomach is growling, my legs are shaking."

After a pause, he shook his head repeatedly: "No way—I'll definitely have to eat a huge meal once the dance starts, to replenish the nutrients I've burned."

Yao Yirong lightly covered her mouth and teased, "Xiaoqiang ge, you're not replenishing nutrients—you're just loading up on fat!"

"Am I fat?" Pangzi glanced at Yao Yirong, pursed his lips, and said, "I'm not fat—I'm sturdy."

He nodded firmly: "My dad's right—a man like Maitreya Buddha is forever the most charming." After a while, Pangzi clenched his fists, smiled, and flashed a mouthful of white teeth, looking exactly like the manga protagonist Luffy who later became a global sensation.

After taking a deep breath, Pangzi shouted with a voice full of hope and fervent passion: "Come on, I'm going to become a man like Maitreya Buddha!"

After saying that, he flicked his hair, linked arms with Silijing, lifted his head, and strode into the dance hall.

I, Yuan Qiu, and Yao Yirong stood outside, staring at each other, struck dumb by Pangzi's narcissism.

At that moment, Yuan Qiu suddenly sighed, like a student with a strong thirst for knowledge, looking at me and asking, "Hai Sheng, are Xiaoqiang ge's parents both type B blood?"

"Oh," I looked at Yuan Qiu, utterly confused: "Why are you asking that?"

Yuan Qiu sighed, stared at Pangzi's back with deep eyes, and said, "Don't you think only two type‑B parents could produce such a 2B kid?"

I…………

After a while, I could only sigh and say softly, "Comrade Pangzi keeps advancing earnestly down the road of 'two'; though the path is rough, he has an indestructible Xiaoqiang heart, so on the day the revolution is not yet victorious, Comrade Pangzi will absolutely not give up."