Dragon's Origin

Chapter 7: I've Washed My Neck

After figuring out the gray shadow figure's abilities, Wang Sheng continued to examine the effects of taking the Qi Cultivation Pill. He had already taken three Qi Cultivation Pills consecutively, and the massive spiritual energy even made Wang Sheng feel a discomfort in his body. Wang Sheng understood that this should be the maximum amount of Qi Cultivation Pills that could be taken in a day.

In the end, the Qi Cultivation Pill was still a medicine, and all medicines have some toxicity. It couldn't exceed a certain dosage, otherwise good things would turn into bad things. Wang Sheng had seen too much of this on Earth, and he wouldn't push himself to death unless it was necessary.

Three Qi Cultivation Pills had made up for about one-fifth of Wang Sheng's Yuan Soul defects, and also brought a feeling of vigorous energy, as if all the muscles in his body were full of power, making him feel uncomfortable and in dire need of release.

Without a word, Wang Sheng got up and started doing push-ups. He did more than two hundred standard push-ups without feeling tired. According to the training situation on Earth, he should have reached his limit by now, what was going on?

In fact, the limit didn't appear until Wang Sheng did more than four hundred push-ups. Wang Sheng maintained his frequency and did a solid five hundred before getting up. His arms and chest were hot, but he didn't feel tired.

Sit-ups, squats, Wang Sheng did a series of movements, the number of which all exceeded the limit he had done on Earth, but he felt that this amount of exercise was just right.

At this point, Wang Sheng believed that his physical fitness seemed to have increased exponentially within this one day. Although he hadn't tested the change in speed, the feeling when drawing his gun also told him that there must have been a change. This should be the effect of taking the Qi Cultivation Pill, or rather, the effect of spiritual energy nourishing the body.

The sky outside had completely darkened, and the whole world was quiet. Wang Sheng stopped exercising, rested and stretched a little, and then continued to sit down in the relatively safest corner of the room, touching the gun handle with one hand, maintaining a posture that allowed him to jump up at any time, and closed his eyes to rest.

Although he said he was resting, Wang Sheng still maintained sufficient vigilance. In this strange world, Wang Sheng didn't dare to let himself sleep like a dead pig. Fortunately, he had just learned visualization today, and Wang Sheng immersed his mind in the Yuan Soul space to replace deep sleep.

Without the Qi Cultivation Pill providing spiritual energy to make up for the defects, the Yuan Soul fish followed the one-stretch-one-shrink movement that Wang Sheng had learned from the gray shadow figure for the first time, slowly absorbing the strands of spiritual energy in the surrounding space. Wang Sheng believed that this continuous absorption process must also be cultivation.

At more than two o'clock in the middle of the night, Wang Sheng suddenly opened his eyes, jumped up silently, and disappeared into the darkness outside the door without making any sound.

Early in the morning, before the sky had even brightened, Wang Sheng had already rushed back to the vicinity of his small courtyard. Just as he was about to go in, he suddenly heard a few subtle sounds.

Outside the gate of the small courtyard, three figures sneaked over from the street, each holding a wooden stick the thickness of a forearm, and groped towards the entrance of Wang Sheng's courtyard.

Damn it, a barbarian became Miss Yan's fiancé, and he's still a third-rate waste, it's simply a waste of God's gifts.

Keep your voice down, we'll go teach him a lesson, so that the barbarian will back down!

Yes, take advantage of the fact that no one is paying attention, don't use weapons, just use sticks, and be careful not to kill him.

...

The three of them whispered while groping forward. The one at the end just felt a little itchy on his neck, reached out to scratch it, and suddenly his mouth and nose were covered, and he didn't make a sound before his body went limp.

The two companions in front didn't notice that one of their companions was missing, and continued to tiptoe forward.

After only a few steps, the one behind suddenly had his feet in the air, his legs fluttered a few times in the air, and then he stopped moving. All this happened in the air, and there were no other noises except for some rustling of clothes.

"Be careful, the place where that barbarian lives is ahead." The companion in front heard the sound of clothes behind him and hurriedly reminded him, looking at the small courtyard, and found that there was no movement, so he relaxed and took a long breath.

As soon as he took this breath, the young man suddenly felt a chill under his neck. His body suddenly tightened, and he stood stiffly in place, not daring to move.

That chill was not from a cold wind or anything, but from the sharp edge of a sharp weapon. The young man had combat experience and was no stranger to this feeling. However, this was the first time that someone had silently put a weapon to his neck.

"What do you want to do?" A strange, low voice sounded in the young man's ear, and then, the sharp edge under his neck was raised, forcing the young man to raise his head even higher.

"Miss Yan's fiancé is a barbarian, we are not convinced, we want to go and teach that barbarian a lesson." The young man clearly felt a chill from the bottom of his heart. His companions were silent, and he didn't dare to act rashly, so he obediently replied.

No need to ask, it must be because of jealousy. Several young men who secretly liked Song Yan were not convinced that Wang Sheng, this barbarian, had become Song Yan's fiancé, so they wanted to come and teach him a lesson.

Wang Sheng had already prepared himself for this. From the way Song Yan had enthusiastically arranged housing for him, he knew that there would definitely be a lot of trouble later. Sure enough, the very next morning, someone came to his door like this.

The three little guys weren't particularly vicious, they just wanted to teach Wang Sheng a lesson. It seemed that there would be more troubles in the future, and there might be all kinds of endless means to deal with Wang Sheng. Wang Sheng didn't want to spend all day playing this kind of youthful game with a group of seventeen or eighteen year olds.

"Consider yourselves lucky today!" Wang Sheng had a headache, but he didn't know how to cut off everyone's thoughts all at once, so he could only give the young man a hard blow and knock him unconscious.

These guys' strength was actually not bad. At least when Wang Sheng assassinated the first and second youngsters, their struggling strength was no less than Wang Sheng's. It was just that they were caught off guard and met a professional like Wang Sheng, so they were silently knocked down.

Wang Sheng had no doubt that if it were Wang Sheng on Earth, he might not have been able to knock down the three people so easily. The reason why he was able to succeed was definitely related to the successful visualization yesterday and the use of the Qi Cultivation Pill to temper his body.

The three young men woke up from their coma and found that they had been thrown into an inconspicuous corner of the street. The three of them got up and looked at each other, not knowing what to say. They had originally planned to teach someone a lesson, but they hadn't even seen the person before they were knocked down by an unknown expert and thrown here. What was this all about?

Who did it? Almost no need to ask, it was definitely the barbarian they wanted to teach a lesson. It's just that no one wanted it to be him, and with the current situation, anyone with a little bit of face couldn't say it out loud. The three of them could only agree that no one should tell anyone about this embarrassing thing, and then they scurried away quickly. Fortunately, no one saw them, so they weren't too embarrassed.

Except for the three people at the time and Wang Sheng, no one knew what had happened this dawn.

Early in the morning, in a large mansion in the town, a young man woke up from his sleep. It was the young man who had bumped into Wang Sheng at the entrance of Baoqing Yutang, Song Tianze, from the Song family's main house in the area, and this was his home.

Ever since Song Yan came here, Song Tianze was amazed by her beauty at first sight, and admired her immensely in his heart, determined to marry no one but her. He usually didn't know how many times he had fought with the young men who also secretly liked Song Yan because of this, and had long regarded Song Yan as his private property, which no one could easily approach.

Unexpectedly, Song Yan went out once and brought back a barbarian, and even claimed to be her fiancé. How could he tolerate this? Song Tianze almost exploded with anger.

Especially when Song Tianze learned that Wang Sheng had only merged with a third-rate remnant soul, this anger rose to its highest point. A waste also dared to covet his dream lover?

It was also because of this that Song Tianze took the opportunity to give Wang Sheng a fierce warning at the entrance of Baoqing Yutang when Wang Sheng went out. If Wang Sheng knew what was good for him, he would break off his thoughts with Song Yan as soon as possible, otherwise, Song Tianze wouldn't mind letting Wang Sheng know what it meant to regret.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Song Tianze felt itchy on his neck. At first, Song Tianze thought it was the hair of the woman next to him, and he brushed it off a few times, but it didn't work. In a daze, Song Tianze sat up and pulled at the things on his neck with both hands.

It was a piece of paper. Song Tianze didn't take it seriously, and thought it was blown onto his neck by the wind in the middle of the night, so he threw it away casually. His movements woke up the woman next to him. The woman sat up, not caring about putting on her clothes, and served Song Tianze to put on his clothes first.

At this time, Song Tianze was truly awake. He glanced casually and found that there were words on the piece of paper he had just thrown away. He picked it up and looked at it, and the pupils of his eyes suddenly shrank several times.

"I've washed my neck, what about you?" This was the content on the paper. Just these few simple words almost scared Song Tianze to pee his pants.

From the literal meaning of these words, it should be Wang Sheng's tone. But when did Wang Sheng put this note on his neck? Song Tianze had no idea. That is to say, if Wang Sheng had put a dagger or something instead of a note at that time, Song Tianze's head would have already moved in his sleep.

At the thought of this, Song Tianze's legs went weak and he collapsed directly on the ground. What kind of ability was this? How did he do it? Why hadn't he heard any movement?

The woman next to him helped Song Tianze to sit on the bed, and Song Tianze was still in shock. The cold sweat on his head flowed down like a stream, and his eyes were lost for a while before slowly focusing again.

The woman next to him could completely feel the uncontrollable trembling on Song Tianze's body. She had never seen her master so frightened.