After his wild session with Yun Qin, Bai Jinghong didn’t stay at the hotel.
By the time he left, Yun Qin was already asleep, a look of contented happiness on her pretty face.
Pure bliss!
As he stepped out of the room, Bai Jinghong extended his hands, making loose fists, and massaged his lower back with the backs of his fists. He circled each side for about five minutes.
The kidneys prefer warmth and dislike cold. Regularly massaging the lower back can warm kidney yang and promote the smooth flow of qi and blood.
Having the Nirvana Medical Scripture, he naturally knew how to keep himself from weakening.
This simple method, if done regularly in spare moments, would also be an enhancement.
Also, boiling ten grams each of longan, mulberry, and goji berries into a tea and drinking it works wonders!
Passing by Luo Huairong’s room, he’d initially thought about popping in.
But then he considered having to get someone to bring up a key card—too much trouble.
Just as he was about to leave, the door happened to open.
Luo Huairong and Bai Jinghong came face-to-face.
“Young… Young Master Bai…” The instant Luo Huairong saw him, her face subconsciously flushed red.
“Not resting yet?”
Luo Huairong bit her lip. “Getting ready to.”
“Mm, good. I’m about to head back too. You get some early rest.”
“Oh, right, I heard you use musical rhythms and energy qi to control Gu insects, is that right?”
Luo Huairong nodded. “Mm!”
“Is that so? What a coincidence. This Young Master is also quite knowledgeable in the field of music. Perhaps you could let me experience your sound channel…”
Luo Huairong suddenly froze. A few seconds later, she let out an exclamation, “Ah~”
She covered her small mouth in disbelief.
“What’s wrong?”
Her face was as red as blood, and she dared not even look at him. “You said you wanted to… experience my…”
Bai Jinghong paused for a moment, then burst out laughing. “Don’t misunderstand. The path of musical notes and rhythm, abbreviated, the ‘sound channel’…”
“Oh… I see…” Luo Huairong was so mortified she wished she could find a crack in the floor to burrow into.
What on earth was this brain of hers thinking about?
But then Bai Jinghong lowered his voice. “However… if you ever wish for me to experience another kind, this Young Master naturally would not refuse!”
As he spoke, he wrapped an arm around her, planted a firm kiss on her lips, turned, and strode away.
Leaving a stupefied Luo Huairong standing there, frozen in place.
Bai Jinghong left the hotel directly.
He needed a good rest tonight. Tomorrow, his Ninth Uncle would arrive in Dragon Sea.
He should at least go greet him.
…
The next day, at nine o’clock, Bai Jinghong was already at the airport.
The reason he’d come personally was, first and foremost, to instantly copy his Ninth Uncle’s strength.
An Earth Rank Warrior—without having to do a damn thing, it would just come to him. What an exciting prospect.
Before long, a tall, middle-aged man wearing traditional martial arts attire slowly walked out.
Bai Jinghong quickly went up to him with a smile. “Ninth Uncle, long time no see!”
“Young Master, it has been a while!” Ninth Uncle greeted him with a smile in return.
But the moment he sensed the aura emanating from Bai Jinghong, he was inwardly astonished.
He knew Bai Jinghong well, knew what he was like.
In such a short time, the boy had actually reached the Late Stage of the Mystic Rank. It was truly unbelievable.
Seeing Ninth Uncle, Bai Jinghong acted as if greeting a buddy, going up and draping an arm over his shoulder.
He silently activated the Copy Ring on his finger.
“Ninth Uncle, now that you’re here this time, you absolutely must stay a few more days before going back.”
“I’ve arranged for someone to prepare…”
Before he could finish, Ninth Uncle’s phone rang urgently.
Ninth Uncle gestured to Bai Jinghong for a moment and answered.
“This is Lao Jiu…”
“…”
“Mm, I just arrived in Dragon Sea. My phone was off on the plane before this.”
“…”
“There’s been movement? When did that happen? Alright, I’ll return as quickly as I can!”
Ninth Uncle put away his phone, his expression serious. “Young Master, I fear I must return home already!”
Bai Jinghong was stunned. This guy had just set foot on the ground, and now he was heading back? Well, at least he’d already copied Ninth Uncle’s cultivation.
“Ninth Uncle, has something major happened?” Bai Jinghong asked.
Ninth Uncle hadn’t intended to say, but since Bai Jinghong was one of their own, he spoke plainly. “A faction the Upper Echelon has been monitoring has made a move recently!”
“What faction?” Bai Jinghong asked.
“Has the Young Master ever heard of Dragon Gate?”
“Dragon Gate?” Bai Jinghong thought for a moment. “I know Hung Mun, but Dragon Gate… I can’t say I’ve heard of it yet.”
Ninth Uncle nodded. “It’s normal you haven’t. This faction has a wide and secretive network. Over a hundred thousand members, divided into three branches: Upper, Middle, and Lower.”
“The upper branch consists of martial artists, the middle branch handles commerce and politics, and the lower branch deals in underworld forces!”
“Many of them are elites in their respective industries, hiding in plain sight.”
“And the leader of Dragon Gate, Old Dragon Master, is known as the Dragon Lord. Years ago, he vanished without a trace, and the faction disappeared from public view along with him.”
“But for some unknown reason, the faction has started moving again recently. Perhaps Old Dragon Master has re-emerged, or maybe a new Dragon Lord has appeared. So I must return immediately.”
Since it was an important matter, Bai Jinghong naturally had no grounds to keep Ninth Uncle.
His own grandfather was one of the core figures in the highest echelons of power. Naturally, his people served the nation.
The Bai Family’s Thirteen Guardians each had their own duties; they were also one of the cornerstones consolidating his grandfather’s position.
In any case, he’d already copied the cultivation. He was now an Earth Rank Warrior himself.
It wouldn’t matter if Ninth Uncle went back.
“Ninth Uncle, let me arrange a plane to send you back!”
Ninth Uncle shook his head. “Young Master, no need to trouble yourself. I can board a flight again very soon.”
“You should head on back.”
Bai Jinghong nodded. “Alright then. Next time I’m in the Imperial Capital, we’ll have a drink!”
Ninth Uncle smiled, then turned and walked back towards the airport interior.
Bai Jinghong led his group and left the airport.
…
Two days later!
Inside Fan Ning’er’s private villa.
Bai Jinghong lounged on the sofa, listening to his subordinates’ report over the phone.
At his side was Fan Ning’er, dressed in a maid’s outfit.
The maid outfit was a classic black-and-white ensemble. Her long, fair, and straight legs were clad in contrasting stockings—one leg in nude, the other in black.
Due to some earlier unspeakable activities, the black stockings were already torn, black marred with white.
Fan Ning’er held a tray with fruit and a wine glass in one hand.
Her face was flushed, and she just leaned against Bai Jinghong.
Bai Jinghong, meanwhile, had an arm draped over her shoulder, one hand resting possessively on a mountain peak.
Below, down on the floor, was Fan Ning’er’s best friend, Zhang Xiaoya.
At this moment, Zhang Xiaoya was dressed in a bunny girl outfit, kneeling before the sofa with her head bowed.
Sometimes she lifted it, sometimes she sank it down.
Her movements were frequent and practiced.
From Bai Jinghong’s angle, the view was of overflowing, striking peaks.
However, Bai Jinghong seemed less focused on the ongoing activity and more attentive as he listened to his subordinate speaking.
Once the call ended, he tossed his phone aside, grabbed a handful of Zhang Xiaoya’s hair, and sped up the pace for her.
Fan Ning’er was also unbearably aroused. She pressed herself against Bai Jinghong’s chest and began kissing him.
After a long while, those billions of tiny lives emerged.
Once it was over, Bai Jinghong stood up directly.
Without a backward glance or the slightest attachment to what had just occurred, he strode out of the villa.
Leaving behind a deeply disappointed Fan Ning’er and Zhang Xiaoya.
Inside the car, Bai Jinghong couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
“Gu Tianming, you’ve finally returned. How will you feel, knowing you’ll personally blow up your own lover?”
“Hahahahaha!”
Bai Jinghong’s laughter was tinged with a hint of madness.
The day before, Bai Jinghong had already captured that Jenny Ma whom Gu Tianming had sent in.
After Shen Yaoyao’s disguise technique, Jenny Ma now sported Qin Chuchu’s face. She was bound using the Turtle Shell Binding method.
And she had been placed exactly according to Gu Tianming’s own plan—trapped inside a steel cage within that abandoned factory in the southern suburbs.
Not only that, Bai Jinghong had also captured several other of Gu Tianming’s trusted confidants.
Eight people in total. Bai Jinghong had directly crippled and disposed of six of them, leaving only Jenny Ma and one other confidant. The rest were handed over to the police.
These illegally entering individuals, along with Chen Lin’s corpse, allowed Mu Yanbing to confirm the mercenary base’s location. She then spearheaded a direct assault on the Underworld Win Group.
Impermanence was bewilderingly arrested, and the Underworld Win Group’s operations were shut down.
