Watching Zheng Wan, who had just been unable to stand up, running out of the boxing gym like his butt was on fire, stumbling and lurching along.
Yan Weiwei turned her head towards ng Lang with a strange expression.
"Are you sure you’re destined to cross paths with him, not destined to be enemies?"
"Not at all."
"Then do you have a grudge against his little girlfriend?"
"Even less so."
"Do you always sabotage others like this?"
"How can this be called sabotage? It’s clearly because my technique is too skilled; you see, just a mont ago he was like a ss of mud, then suddenly he was walking briskly!"
Yan Weiwei imdiately rolled her eyes.
His girlfriend wouldn’t even answer his calls; if he didn’t run, was he waiting to sing a farewell song to his own love?
"How are you going to explain this ti? Is it the sa old ’sugar after the bitter – it’s for his own good’ routine?"
"Last ti you advised Director Han to drink and then bam, you reported him with a hotline call; this ti again fabrications and false accusations...
Are friends who are fated to et you always at such high risk?"
ng Lang imdiately felt sowhat embarrassed on hearing this.
Last ti there was a reason, but this ti it was out of personal spite. It seed indeed a bit unscrupulous...
"Ahem! So things shouldn’t be just taken at face value. Take this Xiao Zheng, for instance. He’s naturally a bit timid, so it’s actually a good thing he learned boxing for love this ti.
If he got what he wanted too soon, where would his drive to beco a better person co from?
To ordinary people, there are three ultimate baby steps plots.
Show the frog at the bottom of the well the sky, let the loser experience making quick cash, get a hardworking person hooked on pleasures of comfort...
Do you know why the pinnacle sequence of life events goes ’get a raise and promotion,’ ’beco the general manager,’ ’take up the CEO post,’ and only then ’marry a rich and beautiful wife’?
Because if you were to marry a rich and beautiful wife first, you basically wouldn’t be able to beco a CEO on your own and reach the pinnacle."
Yan Weiwei was dumbstruck.
It clearly was sabotage, and you’ve spun it around to look good?
If I hadn’t just seen you clearly enjoying others’ misfortune, I might have almost believed your twisted, wicked theories!
"Your way of doing good for others sure is unique," Yan Weiwei said, rolling her eyes.
"Co to think of it, last ti with Director Han you could still say it was to let him experience the story firsthand for his film.
But this poor kid? You really think he should beco a CEO?"
"Uh... can’t I simply want to help soone?"
"Co off it, a total stranger you’ve only seen a few tis, not related in any way, and you would personally massage him to help his recovery?"
Uh...
Having his motives exposed, ng Lang couldn’t help but touch his nose.
Actually, the character of Zheng Wan was quite interesting.
Initially, he had only intervened to connect with Professor Zheng and out of a bit of sympathy for the rescued.
But looking at the current relationships, this wasn’t just any ’random stranger’.
His father, Professor Zheng, was a core scientist on our side, and his barely-started girlfriend Tang Xiaoqi would likely join Baiyeji.
And Tang Xiaoqi’s mother, Tang Yun, was Gao Yuan’s right-hand woman.
Now, Zheng Wan himself had been "pushed" onto Liang Mountain and had beco the first nominal apprentice of the Liang Shanbo...
Mapping this out, this family might end up being a core high-level family spanning several areas within Wanwu Holding...
Such an interesting coincidence made ng Lang marvel at fate’s wonder.
The Wanwu Holding, backed by countless black technologies, would surely beco a colossal corporate entity in the future.
So then, letting this family of four develop, would it benefit internal cooperation?
Or would it one day lead to power being too concentrated, becoming a catalyst for corruption due to ’inbreeding’ within the group?
"Heh! Maybe it’s just curiosity to see how far he can go," ng Lang said with a smile.
"How far he can go? You an, this person has a talent for martial arts?" Yan Weiwei obviously misunderstood.
"Uh... sort of," ng Lang didn’t bother explaining.
"I fail to see it. Plus, he’s a bit old... "
"Don’t you think that perseverance itself is a talent? As for age, I haven’t trained for long, and look at now, unbeatable, right?"
Watching ng Lang’s smug expression, Yan Weiwei pursed her lips.
"You really have high expectations for him, thinking freaks like you are everywhere, huh?"
"Indeed, but don’t you think that turning a third-rate martial arts expert into a first-rate one would rely elicit a comnt about a great teacher producing a great student?
But if you could turn an ordinary person into a first-rate expert, wouldn’t that be a huge success for our new school, ’Consciousness Flow’?" ng Lang persuaded gently.
With the advent of firearms, martial arts had long since declined.
Those who genuinely still adhere to the rigorous training through sumr and winter are, if not incredibly rare, certainly not more than ten thousand in number.
Even if he trained them all to convert energy, it would just an adding ten thousand little Supern.
Facing a madman’s army or an endless beast tide, those would still be just a drop in the ocean.
His ultimate goal was still to find a training thod that could be widely popularized among ordinary people.
Not to speak of Dark Energy being as common as mud or converted energy being as plentiful as dogs, but at least to raise human individual strength by several tis, fearless of the threats from madn.
Only then would the ’Ancient Martial Army’ concept be considered truly half successful!
As for the other half, that was to unlock brain potential and ignite the ultimate goal of an era of human evolution..."
"Turning an ordinary person into a first-rate expert... You really dare to dream..."
Yan Weiwei couldn’t help but be amazed.
This wasn’t just a trendous success; it was about revolutionizing the entire martial arts world!
Her imagination’s limit was rely exploring personal martial prowess, reaching for that elusive converted energy.
Compared to this guy, her ambitions weren’t just a little small!
Although she felt the idea was incredibly far-fetched, why... just the thought of it made her heart race with excitent and eagerness to try?
"What do you think? Interesting, right? Interested in taking up the challenge?" ng Lang asked with a smile.
Yan Weiwei was moved, yet she maintained a composed facade.
"Ahem! I’m idle anyway, and after getting tired from fighting, teaching soone isn’t out of the question.
But this counts as you asking for my help, I’ve just repaid a favor for you!"
"No problem at all!"
ng Lang nodded casually, though the relationship between the two was far from being settled by just a few favors...
"Just so you know, this is my first ti teaching a disciple, and your ’Consciousness Flow’ manual is a product without guarantees.
I can only promise not to train him into ruin; as for what cos out in the end, I have no way of predicting."
You can’t predict, but I can!
ng Lang chuckled.
"No problem, just train away. Human progress inevitably involves exploration and sacrifice!
Besides, with , the ’Enemy of King Yan’ here, if I want him to live till dawn, he definitely won’t die before!"
Yan Weiwei could not help but roll her eyes.
"Please! ’Enemy of King Yan’, like you have divine dical skills, could raise the dead or restore flesh to bones!
It’s best not to be too confident in such matters; do you really think you have Yama’s Life and Death Book in your hand?"
ng Lang smiled without saying anything.
Zheng Wan was soone who should have disappeared from the world but had her na forcefully erased from Yama’s ’Life and Death Book’ by him...
It wasn’t the first ti he had done such a thing.
Once was a learning experience, twice was becoming familiar!
Thinking about it, he really did have an authority similar to a ruthless judge who decides human life and death in his hands.
Life and Death Book: A legendary register controlled by the underworld, held by Yama’s judges, supposedly listing the life spans and details of every living being, used to control life and death.
All creatures’ information from birth to death is recorded therein...
Hmm...
This peculiar sense of déjà vu.
As the saying goes, art originates from reality.
What about myths?
The Tang Seng of the journey to the West had eighty-one hardships, Zhu Bajie’s previous life was Marshal Tianpeng, Sha Monk had eaten Tang Seng nine tis, and Sun Wukong could erase nas from the Life and Death Book of Huaguo Mountain residents...
He shook his head, discarding these strange thoughts from his mind, and stood up to walk towards the door.
"Hey! Where are you going?"
"Of course, to buy insurance for Zheng Wan first..."
Yan Weiwei: "..."
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