Chapter 1228

"Brother Jianye, let me ask you, do you know this Professor Chen?"

"You mean Chen Yongde? Of course I know him, I even have some dealings with him."

Ximen Wudi heard this, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth curved into a wicked arc.

"Since you know him, can you take care of this matter?"

"That kid Chen Yongde, though he's no good, shouldn't have stooped to doing anything against his conscience, right? Boss Lin, you tell me." Chen Jianye hesitated for a moment, then said.

"Hehe, you misunderstood, I meant what kind of character this person is."

"Uh... I think this person, whatever he does, likes to find loopholes, the type of rather cunning person." Chen Jianye weighed his words for a moment, then said truthfully.

After Ximen Wudi finished listening, the corner of his mouth twitched.

"Brother Jianye, you say such a despicable villain actually got himself a professor's post, isn't that a shame?"

"Oh my, damn it!" Suddenly, Chen Jianye's angry voice came from the other end of the phone: "So that bastard actually set his sights on this piece of land, no wonder he was so keen on the auction today, turns out he had his eye on this juicy piece of meat!"

"Oh? Are you and him on very bad terms?"

"Of course! Do you know why the Chen family has fallen to this sorry state? It's all thanks to him!"

"Oh? Tell me the details."

1032 Caused by the cultivation art.

1032 Caused by the cultivation art.

"It's not about taking advantage, it's because..." Xia Tong's face turned even redder.

"Brother Ximen Wudi, I can't break my maidenhood, otherwise I'll die in agony."

The moment Xia Tong spoke, Ximen Wudi was rendered speechless, then the corners of his eyes twitched wildly.

"You... you're a maiden?"

Damn, this is too absurd, Ximen Wudi stared at Xia Tong, unable to speak for a long time.

He had almost made a mistake; fortunately he didn't do it, otherwise he really would have been worse than a beast.

"Yes, this is caused by the cultivation art my grandfather taught me."

Pfft!

Hearing Xia Tong's explanation, Ximen Wudi nearly fell on his backside.

Damn, after all this fuss, Xia Tong wasn't a maiden at all.

"Cough, cough... well, Sister Xia Tong, I must take responsibility for this, let me treat you first."

After saying that, Ximen Wudi took out a silver needle and inserted it into Xia Tong's acupoint.

Soon, a thin layer of cyan mist rose on Xia Tong's body surface, and at the same time streams of cool, refreshing airflow surged from Ximen Wudi's palm into Xia Tong's body, repairing her damaged tendons, meridians, and internal organs.

After a full three minutes, Xia Tong suddenly opened her eyes, a flash of brilliant light passing in an instant.

"Brother Ximen Wudi, thank you, I'm much better now." After Xia Tong finished speaking, her face flushed red all at once.

"Hehe, it's nothing, you were hurt because of me, I should treat you." Ximen Wudi smiled and rubbed his nose, feeling somewhat puzzled.

He, a dignified Immortal Sovereign, had actually coveted a mortal maiden's body—if this got out, probably no one would believe it.

"Brother Ximen Wudi, I'll go out first then." Xia Tong stood up, put on her clothes, turned around and ran out.

Ximen Wudi watched Xia Tong's flustered fleeing figure, smiled slightly, but a hint of dimness flashed deep in his eyes.

"Sigh, Sister Xia Tong, I'm sorry."

Ximen Wudi sighed softly and slowly closed his eyes.

Hum—

Just at this moment, a violent ripple suddenly surged through his consciousness sea.

Then, a beam of light shot up into the sky, soaring straight into the clouds!

"Huh? Another breakthrough?" Ximen Wudi rejoiced.

He hadn't expected that refining a thousand-year spiritual herb would push him once again to the peak of the ninth layer of Qi Refining!

Although there was still a vast distance to the Foundation Establishment realm, he wasn't far from Foundation Establishment now.

Ximen Wudi sat cross-legged to cultivate, consolidating his realm for a while, then devoured all the remaining spiritual herbs, and afterward, circulated the Nine-Turn Body Tempering Art for several cycles.

"Alright, the realm is completely stabilized this time." Ximen Wudi stood up and exhaled a long breath of turbid air.

Then, he glanced outside—at this point, it was already daylight.

"Time to go harvest tonight's gains!" A brilliant smile instantly bloomed on Ximen Wudi's face.

Whoosh!

The next moment, Ximen Wudi vanished without a trace, leaving behind a room full of lingering springtime warmth.

"Ah!"

Around eight-thirty in the morning, Ximen Wudi had just arrived at his doorstep when a miserable shriek rang through the entire Lin family.

"You bastard, give me back my husband!"

"You murderous wretch!"

"Ximen Wudi, get out here!"

A cacophony of cursing came from the courtyard; Ximen Wudi quickly flashed his body and concealed his aura.

"That crazy woman!" Hiding inside the house, Ximen Wudi's brows knit tightly.

Last night, he had intended to find an opportunity to consummate the wedding night with Xia Tong, but who would have thought a wild card would appear halfway and utterly ruin the good thing.

"Hmph, once this matter is settled, I'll definitely make you pay!" Ximen Wudi snorted coldly and stepped into his bedroom.

The moment he entered the bedroom, Ximen Wudi got a terrible fright.

"Ah, ghost!" Li Yunyun screamed in terror and fell to the ground with a thud.

Ximen Wudi looked up, and his eyelids immediately began to twitch.

He saw a girl lying on the bed, hair loose and disheveled, completely naked, her two fair, smooth thighs gleaming like snow — practically blinding his titanium-alloy dog eyes.

Slam! He shut the door, and Ximen Wudi wiped the sweat from his brow.

"When the hell did I turn into a pervert?"

"Could it be… I've been holding it in too long lately?"

"Forget it, never mind all that. Anyway, this chick's awake now too. If I dawdle any longer, I'm gonna get beaten up."

Ximen Wudi shook his head, preparing to head back, but the moment he turned his head, he suddenly froze.

"Where is this? Holy crap, what's going on?" Ximen Wudi rubbed his eyes, thinking he was hallucinating.

Before him stood a plaque in bold, striking characters: Immortal Martial Pavilion!

The plaque of the Immortal Martial Pavilion — of course Ximen Wudi recognized it. It was a keepsake his father had left him, one he used to gaze up at reverently every single day.

But now, how was this plaque floating in mid-air? And somehow, he himself was able to walk through the void.

"Could it be that, in this world, besides myself and Liu Xinyue, there are others who can walk through the void?" Ximen Wudi's face was full of doubt.

"Huh?" At that moment, Ximen Wudi suddenly noticed that beside the plaque there was a wooden box, quietly sitting there.

Ximen Wudi hurried over and opened the box.

"Huh? A pill?" Ximen Wudi stared at the pill in his hand, astonished.

The pills were blackish-brown in color, four of them in total, each shaped like a heart, emanating a peculiar fragrance.

"Could this be…?" Ximen Wudi examined it closely and finally discovered that on the surface of this blackish-brown pill, there seemed to be a strange symbol etched into it.

"What is this thing?" Ximen Wudi frowned, sinking into deep thought.

After a long while, Ximen Wudi suddenly raised his head, his expression agitated, and asked.

"Little Muddled Immortal, are you the Little Muddled Immortal?" Just then, a trembling voice came over.

Ximen Wudi jerked his head up and saw, at the doorway, an old man of seventy, his face full of excitement and devotion.

"I am the Little Muddled Immortal?" Ximen Wudi was taken aback, then hurriedly bowed in greeting.

"Disciple Ximen Wudi pays respects to the Grand Master."

Hearing Ximen Wudi admit it, the old man grew even more excited. With trembling arms, he reached out toward Ximen Wudi.

"Grand Master, what are you doing?" Ximen Wudi was startled and hurriedly dodged aside.

The old man reached out for a long time, but grasped only empty air.

"Grand-disciple, please forgive my rudeness!" the old man said, his face full of sorrow.