Dragon Emperor, Martial God

Chapter 445: Is It Really a Vixen?

Chapter 445: Is It Really a Vixen?

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“Is it really... really a vixen?”

Tang Meng ruffled the newly sprouted hair on his bald head, his mouth hung open in surprise.

His mind seemed to have short-circuited.

Ling Yun frowned slightly. He turned over his left hand, and a bottle of mineral water appeared in his hand. He unscrewed the cap and took a long drink. He then shook the same bottle in front of Tang Meng.

“Do you see this ring? It’s a spatial ring.”

“Did you see the Waterspout? Did you see me becoming invisible the other day? Have you seen the powers of the Fire Talismans and the Healing Talismans? Did you see the second tail that Little White grew?”

Tang Meng nodded dumbly, causing Ling Yun to break into a smile. “Since you have seen these with your eyes, what are you unable to understand about Little White transforming into a human?”

Tang Meng shook his head quickly. “Big Brother Yun, I didn’t mean that. What I mean is... A fox can really transform into a human? Does that mean there are really monsters in this world?”

“What is a monster? An animal that can transform into a human is a monster? That’s just a definition given by humans!” Ling Yun replied with disdain.

“Let me tell you, there are many more such spiritual beasts. Some of the more powerful ones don’t even want to become human and take on a human form only because it’s more convenient.

“Humans are weak and pathetic if not for the tools we created!

“A simple analogy is that lions, tigers, and the like are all predators of humans. Humans are just food to them, just like rabbits and deer.”

Why did humans practice martial arts? Why did they cultivate? Why did they create weapons like swords, machine guns, cannons, and missiles?

The original intent was to make themselves stronger, to protect themselves from fierce beasts and from cannibals. It was for survival.

Nuclear bombs were invented, humans were even exploring outer space. On the one hand, it was to defend the Earth from aliens. On the other hand, it was to invade and obtain better resources. That was it.

The fundamental roles of weapons were nothing more than defense and attack. Everything else was bullsh*t.

Tang Meng pondered silently upon Ling Yun’s words and concurred.

“Let’s bring it closer to home. If you meet a starving tiger in the wild, you will probably become its dinner. What about me? I’ll kill the tiger with a powerful kick, skin it, and eat it...” Ling Yun said calmly.

“Why is that? Simply because I have the ability!” Self-confidence poured forth from Ling Yun.

“Big Brother Yun, Y-You can kill a tiger with a kick?” Tang Meng asked in astonishment.

“A dozen tigers pose no problem at all!” Ling Yun grinned.

Ling Yun could kill a giant python with the thickness of a white barrel when he was at Physique Tempering Stage Three. What were a few tigers now that he had attained Physique Tempering Stage Six?

“Big Brother Yun, when can I become as powerful as you? Knowing martial arts is really too cool!” Tang Meng said with envy.

“You? You aren’t suited for cultivation. You have neither the heart nor the perseverance. You should just concentrate on doing your business...” Ling Yun said softly.

No one was perfect, but no one was worthless either. Tang Meng was gifted in making money and business, but Ling Yun was certain that he wouldn’t be able to sit still for even half an hour. That was a fatal trait for anyone trying to cultivate.

However, Ling Yun had long devised a way to help Tang Meng. Once he reached the advanced stages of Qi Cultivation, he would concoct pills for Tang Meng. That was enough to guarantee Tang Meng’s health and longevity. He would have no problem defending himself in this world.

“Sigh, why can’t I be like Tie Xiaohu? Why can’t I sit still?” A depressed Tang Meng started blaming himself.

Ling Yun looked at him seriously and patted his shoulders, comforting him with a smile. “Don’t worry, you’re my brother. I won’t let anyone bully you!”

Tang Meng’s emotions overflowed, feeling Ling Yun’s emphasis on brotherhood. “Thank you, Big Brother Yun!”

“Little White will have the appearance of a seventeen-year-old girl when she transforms. It would be inconvenient to get around without an identity. Therefore, she has to have an identity immediately when I return with her. Understood?” Ling Yun said humorlessly.

Tang Meng adjusted his mood quickly. He slapped his chest proudly with great confidence. “Big Brother Yun, rest assured. The Public Security Bureau is in charge of this. My father will be able to get it done with just one word. I guarantee there won’t be any problems.”

“Alright, I’ll thank him personally when I get back. Please convey my gratitude to him first,” Ling Yun said with a smile.

“Big Brother Yun, why are you thanking him? Please don’t. I told you before, Uncle Li and my dad can’t wait to see you immediately. They would have come to find you directly if I didn’t tell them that you were too busy!”

Ling Yun nodded. “In that case, tell them that I’ll pay them a visit when I return next week.”

“Alright, they’ll be so happy to hear that!” Tang Meng was all smiles.

“Is there anything else? If not, you should get along with your business. I’ll also need to go to school,” Ling Yun asked, feeling that the majority of the matters were settled.

“Big Brother Yun, there is one more thing,” Tang Meng said after some thought.

“What is it?”

“Didn’t you ask me to handle the paperwork for the transfer of the Maserati some time ago? I didn’t manage to meet Murong Feixue, but the manager of the Tianxi Pavilion asked me to pass along a message.” Tang Meng knitted his brows.

“Oh? What about?” Ling Yun asked.

“Murong Feixue said the paperwork for the Maserati has to be done by you personally...” Tang Meng said.

What is Murong Feixue up to? She came to school last week to find me as well. Does she regret her decision?

“Let her be then. I don’t have the time to bother with her. The Maserati is in my house anyway, no one can drive it away.” Ling Yun sneered.

No one could take anything away from Mansion Number Nine with Qin Dongxue around.

“Put this matter aside and settle Tian Botao’s properties. Buy another two good villas after that. You have full discretion for the loans.”

“However, the most important matter is to get me a boat. Remember, I need it on Friday night.”

Tang Meng got out of the car after that. Ling Yun then drove to Shangri-La Hotel to visit Yao Rou.

After a hot passionate session with Yao Rou, Ling Yun asked her if she had any villas in mind.

Yao Rou brought Ling Yun in front of the computer and opened a few property websites. “I have shortlisted a few good ones, but I can’t decide which one is better. You should decide,” She said tenderly.

They were indeed good villas from the photos. He was especially interested in a villa in Nancui Gardens located in the southwestern mountainous area of Qingshui City. It was in the southwest direction of the Antique Market.

It wasn’t too far away from the Antique Market, Mansion Number One, and the Ordinary People’s Clinic. The scenery was beautiful, and the environment was great, perfect for his bride.

Most importantly, it was a newly built villa with a modern finish. Everything was in place, they could even move in immediately.

Ling Yun talked with Yao Rou briefly. Yao Rou blushed and agreed with Ling Yun’s choice. She liked that villa the most as well.

Ling Yun smacked Yao Rou’s butt gently and made a call to Tang Meng, telling him to work his magic and get the villa at the best price.

Tang Meng agreed without hesitation.

Ling Yun scooped Yao Rou into his arms once he hung the phone up. “Your current task is to choose the furnishings. Tang Meng has experience in this, just get his help.”

Yao Rou nodded obediently. The two of them resumed their intimacy until about ten in the morning. Yao Rou’s shirt was untidy, her breast exposed. They were so close, but Ling Yun chose to stop there.

Yao Rou knew that Ling Yun was very busy. He also promised to spend their first night together in their villa. Yao Rou dressed herself shyly and sent Ling Yun downstairs.

Ling Yun drove straight for Qingshui High.

Third period had just started when he reached Qingshui High, and Kong Xiuru just finished her math class and was waiting for Ling Yun in her dormitory.

The campus was quiet. Ling Yun drove his Land Rover right through the school gates and parked it below Kong Xiuru’s dormitory.

Ling Yun took the elevator to the fifth floor. To his delight, the door to Kong Xiuru’s dormitory was left open. Kong Xiuru leaned by the door frame seductively, smiling at the approaching Ling Yun.