"Ah!"
Inside a luxurious villa, Sun Mu sprinkled medicinal powder on his wound. As the powder burned, he couldn't help but let out a scream.
"Young Master Sun, are you alright?"
Wu Zhiwei looked at him with concern. After leaving the club, he had thought that Young Master Sun would be able to win over Chen Jiaxue. But the result was that Young Master Sun was severely injured.
This outcome was not what Wu Zhiwei had expected.
"I'm fine. I just need some time to recuperate. During this period, I want you to gather all the information on Qin Hui."
Sun Mu lay on the sofa, his face contorted.
Originally, Sun Mu thought he could defeat Qin Hui, but the result was obvious.
Hearing this, Wu Zhiwei hesitated for a moment, thinking that the Sun family in Yanjing was not that impressive. If this was all they had, how could they rule Jiangnan Province?
Seeing Wu Zhiwei's hesitant look, Sun Mu let out a cold laugh.
"Young Master Wu, I know what you're worried about."
Sun Mu then slammed his palm onto the tempered glass coffee table.
With a crack, the coffee table instantly turned to dust.
Wu Zhiwei's heart leaped when he saw this.
"Young Master Wu, don't doubt my strength. I was not prepared this time, but next time, I will take Qin Hui's dog life."
Sun Mu knew that if he didn't show some strength, Wu Zhiwei and even the Wu family would not believe him.
"Don't worry, Young Master Sun. I'll go and do it now."
Wu Zhiwei quickly nodded. He had to admit that the blow just now had shocked him. Without at least three hundred catties of force, one could not shatter tempered glass with a single palm.
Seeing Wu Zhiwei sneak away to handle the task, a hint of disdain flickered in Sun Mu's eyes. Did such a minor character dare to doubt his strength?
As soon as Wu Zhiwei left, Sun Mu made a call to his family.
Not long after the call was connected, a very grave voice replied.
"Sun Mu, how are things progressing?"
"Second Uncle, I've investigated most of the matter. The two martial artists from the family were killed by a guy named Qin Hui. Qin Hui's strength is that of a third-level martial artist. I failed to defeat him, and my guards also died at his hands."
Sun Mu dared not say that he was also severely injured. If he did, his Second Uncle would doubt his capabilities, and he would definitely lose his chance at being the family heir.
"Oh?"
The Second Uncle on the phone exclaimed in surprise and understood Sun Mu's intention in making this call.
"Alright, I'll send a fourth-level martial artist assassin to help you. Get this matter resolved as soon as possible."
After speaking, the Second Uncle directly hung up the phone, clearly showing some displeasure.
Listening to the dial tone on his phone, Sun Mu gritted his teeth.
"Qin Hui, you just wait. When I recover, I'll tear you to shreds!"
...
After resting for a night, Qin Hui's body had almost fully recovered. After telling Jiang Yanxi a few words to be careful, Qin Hui headed to Huichuntang.
Because the club was being sold, Sister Xue had already started her busy work early in the morning. Moreover, with the sale of her club, Sister Xue also had to settle matters with her subordinates.
Qin Hui was not worried about Sister Xue's safety. After all, Sun Mu was severely injured and wouldn't be showing his face for a while. Qin Hui now had time to attend to his own matters.
In the backyard of Huichuntang, Qin Hui took out a small boiler. This boiler was previously used for simmering Chinese medicine, and it was now perfect for refining the pills he wanted.
It was worth noting that Qin Hui had spent a long time gathering these medicinal ingredients.
The simmering process was very long. Qin Hui started in the morning and continued until about five in the afternoon before the pills were finally made.
Smelling the pervasive medicinal fragrance, Qin Hui, filled with excitement, opened the boiler. Inside, he saw a paste.
"It's done."
Qin Hui smiled with satisfaction, reaching into the boiler with both hands and shaping the paste into small pills.
Where did pills naturally come out round? Weren't they all shaped by hand? This thing was like play-doh; he could shape it however he wanted.
With the successful completion, Qin Hui directly swallowed a pill.
As he swallowed the pill, Qin Hui felt a warm current flowing through his body, a sensation that was incredibly wonderful.
"Not bad, continue."
Qin Hui unceremoniously popped all the pills into his mouth, allowing their effects to be maximized.
As the medicinal effects were slowly digested, Qin Hui felt as if his body had been plunged into boiling water, and his body hair was soaked with sweat.
This state lasted for nearly half an hour before it slowly subsided.
Qin Hui was now drenched in sweat and reeked of an odor, with a layer of fine black mud clinging to his skin.
"Phew, I've finally broken through to the fourth-level martial artist!"
A sharp glint flashed in Qin Hui's eyes, and he felt a great sense of relief in both body and mind.
"Let me test my strength first."
Qin Hui walked directly to a large rock in the backyard and struck it with a palm.
Crack!
The rock then shattered into pieces.
"Not bad. Before, I needed to use seventy percent of my strength to shatter this rock, but now, fifty percent is enough."
Satisfied with his strength, Qin Hui went to his room to take a bath, mainly because the smell was too unbearable.
Ten minutes later, after his bath, Qin Hui felt much more relaxed.
Due to the breakthrough, Qin Hui was in a very good mood, which brought with it immense confidence.
It was well known that it was extremely difficult for ordinary people to become martial artists, requiring countless trials and the shedding of impurities.
Furthermore, as one's strength increased, it became even more difficult, as martial artists needed too many opportunities to grow stronger, and not every martial artist could go far.
This was also the reason why martial artists were so rare.
"Sun Mu, you just wait. Next time we meet, I won't let you escape so easily."
Qin Hui looked confident. No matter how many tricks Sun Mu had up his sleeve, they were all futile in the face of raw strength.
At six in the afternoon, Sister Xue returned to Huichuntang.
Although today had been exceptionally busy, all the tasks had finally been completed.
It was known that the location of Sister Xue's club was excellent, and there were many people who wanted to buy it, so the club was sold easily.
Although she felt some reluctance to part with her employees, there was no banquet that lasted forever.
After bidding farewell to each of her employees, Chen Jiaxue felt a lot lighter.
"Xiao Hui, I have no retreat now. Sister has nothing left. You have to support me."
Chen Jiaxue said with a touch of arrogance.
Hearing this, Qin Hui was speechless. With the sale of the club, Sister Xue had probably made a fortune. Who would be supporting whom was still unknown.
"Don't worry, Sister Xue. Tomorrow, I'll appoint you as the General Manager of Huichuntang, and I guarantee your annual salary will be satisfactory."
Qin Hui said with a foolish smile. Huichuntang was just one of Qin Hui's ventures, and he didn't pay too much attention to how much money it could earn.
"Okay, you just wait for me here. Sister was originally the proprietress, but now I've been tricked into becoming an employee."
Chen Jiaxue playfully punched Qin Hui's chest, her face beaming with a charming smile.