Ye Luo’s gaze turned toward Hei Zi and the others. With just a glance, their power levels were clear in his mind, and all were impressive.
Hei Zi’s strength had now reached the Innate Middle Stage, while Hu Zi was at the Innate Late Stage. Lightning Monkey was still in the Half-Saint Realm, whereas Xue Tu had already reached the sixth level of the Saint Realm. Wild Bear had even advanced another Order and stepped into the fourth level of the Saint Realm.
Among them, Xue Tu and Wild Bear had progressed the fastest. The forr not only practiced the mystical Cultivation Technique known as the Blood Demon Scripture, but also received the entire martial arts inheritance from the Blood Demon Ancestor, which naturally resulted in a rapid increase in strength.
Although Wild Bear didn’t have these advantages, Ye Luo knew his physique was anything but ordinary; otherwise, his combat power couldn’t be so strong, nor could he have advanced so quickly within the Saint Realm. These two were highly valued by Ye Luo.
"You all have impressive strengths. It seems you have not been neglecting your Cultivation. Good work!" Ye Luo said, looking at his band of brothers.
"Boss, I’m sowhat ashad to face you. My strength is now the weakest, just at the Innate Middle Stage,"
Hei Zi said, looking at Ye Luo with a guilt-ridden expression. His talent was quite ordinary compared to others, and without any fortunate opportunities, his strength increased very slowly, which made him feel inferior.
"Hei Zi, don’t compare yourself to them. With your current strength, you’re already among the top experts in this mundane world. Besides, I have concocted so elixirs that you all can take to help enhance your strength,"
Ye Luo took out so of the elixirs he had concocted and gave them to Hei Zi and the others, including so Qi Recovery Pills for use during battles.
"Ye Luo, these two brothers of yours seem to have a strong talent for Cultivation. Their strength has increased rapidly!"
Feng Tian approached and remarked, looking at Xue Tu and Wild Bear.
Ye Luo nodded and shared the details about Xue Tu and Wild Bear.
"If that’s the case, both of them have a chance of stepping into the Spirit Sea Realm. Moreover, if Xue Tu Cultivates the Blood Demon Scripture to the utmost limit, entering a higher level is also possible. And Wild Bear, he probably has a strong physique and Bloodline. They will definitely be a great aid to you in the future," Feng Tian said.
In Capital City, another forbidden zone housed a massive and ancient residence, as grand and magnificent as the Cao Family ho, perhaps even more lavish and majestic, resembling a Royal palace garden. On the signboard above were two deeply engraved characters: Hou Family.
Three rcedes escorted a Bentley to the place. The Bentley’s door opened, and Hou Jingwen erged, walking straight toward the main house. Along the way, people greeted him as the Second Young Master.
With an arrogant deanor, Hou Jingwen strode into the central hall of the residence, where two figures sat.
At the head, on a pear wood chair, sat a man in a Zhongshan suit with a refined and scholarly aura. He slowly sipped his tea with a commanding air and an authoritative look in his eyes. This person was none other than the current Family Head of the Hou Family, Hou Yaoyang.
Sitting at his right was a middle-aged man in a suit with sharp and cunning businessman’s eyes. Radiating an air of opulence, this was Hou Family’s second in command, Hou Yaoxing, and Hou Jingwen was his son.
As Hou Jingwen entered, Hou Yaoxing imdiately stood up with a beaming smile and said to his son, "Jingwen, you’re finally back. You have no idea how much your mother has missed you during your absence."
"Father, I’m sorry to have caused you worry. But here I am, back ho," Hou Jingwen replied with a smile on his lips.
"Jingwen, securing a partnership with Mike Group, the largest pharmaceutical company in Country M, is a significant achievent. Your grandfather will surely reward you well!"
At that mont, Hou Yaoyang looked at his nephew and spoke with a smile.
"Of course, with Jingwen successfully clinching this collaboration, Hou Pharmaceuticals’ market value has risen by at least several billion. He is truly a ritorious contributor," Hou Yaoxing said with pride, his face brimming with a smile.
"Uncle, you flatter . As a descendant of the Hou Family, I simply did what I should. After all, I can’t be like my older brother, living in a drunken stupor every day, completely useless," Jingwen said evenly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, his expression carrying a hint of haughtiness. His last words were tinged with a touch of sarcasm.
Hou Yaoyang felt a bit awkward upon hearing this, unsure of how to respond, while Hou Yaoxing’s mouth curled into a strangely eerie smile.
"Who? Who’s talking about ?"
Suddenly, a figure staggered into the room, with disheveled hair, a face full of stubble, appearing utterly intoxicated, reeking of alcohol, and even holding a bottle, looking every bit the Drunken Master.
At the sight of this man, who looked like a drunken vagabond, Hou Yaoyang’s expression darkened, while Hou Yaoxing and Jingwen couldn’t help revealing a cold sneer, filled with disdain and contempt.
"Jing Wu, how have you gotten yourself into this state again? Look at you, what do you even resemble?" Hou Yaoyang said to the man, his face full of anger.
"Big brother truly knows how to live at ease, drinking day in and day out. Life must be good," Jingwen’s mouth twisted into a dismissive smile.
"Co, second brother, you’re back. Let’s drink together." The man approached, his body swaying, and then he collapsed to the ground.
"Soone, take the eldest young master away, lock him up, and make sure he doesn’t get a single drop of alcohol."
Hou Yaoyang’s face set sternly, and he bellowed his command. Imdiately, two n stepped forward quickly, lifting the inebriated man from the floor and carrying him out.
"Alas, truly a misfortune for the family!" Hou Yaoyang sighed deeply, his eyes filled with helplessness and sorrow, but deep down, Hou Yaoxing and Jingwen were secretly delighted. This was the exact scene they relished seeing most.
In a hotel room in Capital City, Du Qing and Hua Tianming from the Heavenly Sword Pavilion were sitting together, and Hua Tianming’s right hand was wrapped in thick bandages. His face was gloomy, his eyes flashing with cold light. Standing beside him was Wu Yingtian, his head lowered.
Soon the door to the room was opened, and three middle-aged n dressed in white robes entered, all with long hair, their auras contained, and their eyes sharp. It was apparent they were high-ranking experts from a Hidden Sect.
The leader, a middle-aged man donned in a white robe, had a stern face, his eyes shining brilliantly. His movents were expansive, exuding a strong, domineering presence.
"Father!"
Hua Tianming saw the leader of the n, and with an excited face, called out. His expression was full of joy.
"Greetings, Protector!"
Du Qing and the others bowed and respectfully addressed the man upon seeing him.
"Tianming, who inflicted the injury on your hand?"
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