freenovelworld Chapter 584 A Not Excessive Request
Chapter 584 A Not Excessive Request
When I woke up, it was already the next morning.
His whole body was throbbing with pain, and he had no strength at all, as if he were being pulled out of his body.
The energy in his dantian was constantly circulating, slowly restoring the lost energy.
"I didn't expect that the energy left behind by Miss Jiang could rival that of a master in the Black Lotus Realm. What level is she exactly?" Lin Ping suddenly thought of this question.
It wasn't just this energy; she clearly defeated Mo Youying that day.
Even a master like Jiang Mo, who was close to the Red Lotus Realm, obeyed her every command.
She is undoubtedly at the Red Lotus Realm, but no one knows just how strong she is.
Lin Ping suddenly felt like a frog in a well, thinking he could act recklessly just because he had some cleverness.
Little did he know, the real masters were hidden in the shadows, ready to take his life at any moment.
Thinking about this, he was willing to stay, not only to see Jiang Yunying every day, but also to take the opportunity to improve himself.
Of course, the initial stage of the Black Lotus Realm is his bottleneck. To advance further, he would need to possess even stronger internal energy.
What Jiang Hongling left behind was clearly not enough.
"If I had known this would happen, I should have held on a little longer," Lin Ping said regretfully, hating himself for his lack of ability.
If one can truly persevere, one might already be a master of the Red Lotus Realm.
However, he only knew how to take and not how to give back, which caused great harm to Jiang Hongling.
If he advances to the Red Lotus Realm, Jiang Hongling's strength will likely be halved, or even more.
Being bound hand and foot was unpleasant. Lin Ping writhed like an earthworm, trying to lean against the wall as much as possible, and reviewed the sword techniques from "Blazing Sun and Blazing Fire" again.
To be honest, his swordsmanship wasn't very refined. The reason he was able to win was because of his strong internal energy and the new X-ray function, which allowed him to identify his enemy's weaknesses.
To become a true master, he must diligently study the Crimson Sun Sword Technique and simultaneously enhance his internal strength as quickly as possible.
There are two ways to enhance one's internal strength. One is through one's own hard training, which often takes decades, something Lin Ping and others could not achieve.
Another method is to absorb from other people's bodies. Absorbing internal energy weaker than oneself is useless, and absorbing internal energy stronger than oneself is impossible.
This requires dual cultivation, where a woman with high martial arts skills transfers her power to him by engaging in intimate acts.
Jiang Yunying is a good choice, but her abilities are limited, and Lin Ping can't bear to do it.
The best target right now, that's right, is Chu Rujun!
Lin Ping was startled by his own thought; it was really exciting.
He was certain that Jiang Yunying would tear him to pieces. It was one thing to mess with me, and it was another to mess with my junior sister, but what about messing with my master? Wouldn't that mess with the seniority system?
"Dual cultivation is unreliable. It's better to jump off a cliff and encounter a master like Wuyazi."
Images from martial arts novels flashed through Lin Ping's mind as he eagerly awaited the appearance of a master.
"Bang!"
The door was opened, and several disciples rushed in menacingly, questioning Lin Ping.
Lin Ping calmly replied, "I don't know, it's not me, I'm not here, I won't say..."
This seemed to cover all the answers, and several disciples were so angry they were practically fuming.
Seeing Lin Ping's stubbornness, they had no choice but to compromise.
What can they do? They can't win an argument, and they can't win a fight.
"Wait a minute..." Just as the group was about to leave, Lin Ping spoke again.
"Is he about to confess?"
Some of them felt a little guilty, as they all felt that Lin Ping was somewhat difficult to deal with.
"Could you get me something to eat? I'm a little hungry. It's okay if there's no fancy food, just a bowl of soft rice will do." Lin Ping chuckled; his favorite food in life was still soft rice.
"Just wait to starve to death! No one will save you," the men said angrily.
Want to be a kept man? We don't have that.
"Here comes the soft rice! Junior Martial Uncle, these are all your favorite dishes. The rice has been cooked for a long time, so it must be very soft." Several female disciples from Cold Moon Peak walked in with smiles, carrying delicious food.
Lin Ping is a hero in their eyes, a handsome guy. If he gets thin from starvation, he won't be so impressive.
"It feels so good to be taken care of by a beautiful woman!" Lin Ping cried out in emotion. "If only I could stay locked up here forever."
Whether he's beautiful or not doesn't matter; the key is that he enjoys going to jail.
"We need to feed our junior master, so hurry up and get out of here," several female disciples said, pouting, their chests heaving.
"If you're going to feed someone, then feed them. Why do you have to kick them out? Is that really okay?" Lin Ping's mind raced with thoughts, and a smile appeared on his lips.
He even hoped that this kind of life could continue forever; it was quite nice to have no worries about food or clothing and to be accompanied by beautiful women every day.
After eating the soft rice, Lin Ping's strength recovered considerably, and he found the soft rice even more delicious.
The doctor was right; he does have a poor appetite and is better suited to living off women.
For five consecutive days, female disciples brought him money every day.
There are quite a few female disciples on Hanyue Peak, and they have even started drawing lots to determine who gets the chance to feed Lin Ping.
He was certain of one fact: being handsome could indeed put food on the table, and even be a kept man's bread.
On the morning of the sixth day, a commotion came from outside the door, startling Lin Ping from his sweet dream.
"Can we not be a kept man today..." Lin Ping pleaded, as he suddenly craved noodles.
"Greetings, Senior Brother," several disciples from the Enforcement Hall said respectfully.
"Did that kid confess?" Fan Xiaojian asked coldly.
He has been lying in bed for the past few days, and his groin is still a little sore. Although he has saved his manhood, its function has been greatly affected.
“That kid only said one sentence,” the disciples replied.
"Which one?"
"He kept saying he wanted to be a kept man!"
"Eating a gigolo? I think he wants to eat steel bars!" Fan Xiaojian said angrily, not understanding the deeper meaning of eating a gigolo.
He pushed the door open forcefully and said sternly to Lin Ping, "I have some steel bars here, do you want some or not?"
"Holy crap? This guy knows jokes?" Lin Ping felt a little flustered as he looked at Fan Xiaojian's thigh, which was level with his mouth.
"Did I really bend his steel bar? Otherwise, why would he make such an unreasonable request?"
Lin Ping shrugged: "You can only use that to pick my teeth, I won't eat it!"
"You brat, are you going to confess or not? Who sent you to Lotus Palace, and what is your purpose?" Fan Xiaojian didn't understand Lin Ping's meaning and went straight to the point.
"The Lotus Palace captured me. My purpose is to win the favor of the female disciples of Cold Moon Peak," Lin Ping answered truthfully.
He was indeed captured by Shui Peng and Yin Chen, and he entered Hanyue Peak in order to gain Jiang Yunying's favor. There is nothing wrong with this answer.
"I think you're going to refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit. When your skin is torn and bleeding, let's see if you'll still talk."
Fan Xiaojian said sternly, a thick and long leather whip appearing in his hand, which he kept swinging back and forth in front of the forest.
"Oh no, I didn't expect him to like this kind of thing." Lin Ping's heart skipped a beat, regretting that he hadn't practiced with Guo Zhixi beforehand, and he didn't know how to respond.