Thud!
The private room's door on the third floor of Drunken Immortal Pavilion opened and closed.
Wang Bingquan's tall and slovenly figure staggered out of the room.
Inside the private room.
Ma Youcai looked at the messy table in front of him.
The smile on his face gradually receded, turning into a serious contemplation.
Although Wang Bingquan had not immediately agreed, doubt had already begun to surface in his heart.
Having worked with Wang Bingquan for over twenty years, he naturally knew that what he needed to do next was to raise the stakes, layer by layer.
Step by step, he would shatter Wang Bingquan's psychological defenses.
This part was not a big problem.
Next, the key question was how to deal with that new person in Demon Suppression Tower.
"No matter how strong an individual's strength is, they cannot be utterly flawless. Not even Li Daoxuan's master, the former head of Demon Suppression Bureau, someone so splendid and limitless, could avoid an unknown fate of life and death. Let alone a mere new Demon Suppression Tower Master."
Ma Youcai shook his head, let out a cold laugh, and drained the fine wine in his glass in one gulp.
He abruptly stood up and left the tavern.
By now, the sky had darkened.
But the inner city of Baihua County was especially bustling, with a constant stream of people on the roads and carriages threading through. The shops lining both sides of the street all hung various-sized, uniquely shaped peculiar lanterns. The cries of pedestrians and the shouts of merchants intermingled, creating a cacophony of noise.
Ma Youcai wound his way through the streets, turning left and right, finally entering a secluded, dimly-lit alleyway.
At the end of the alleyway was a wooden door.
Knocking on the door, it opened and a person inside took a glance, then stepped aside to let the influential family's insider from the Demon Suppression Bureau pass through.
Ma Youcai slightly nodded his head, a confident smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.
He walked in with his head held high and chest puffed out.
The door closed behind him.
From the outside, it appeared to be just an inconspicuous alleyway, showing no signs of anything amiss.
But beyond the wooden door was another world entirely. The smells of alcohol and stimulating drugs assailed the senses, and the raucous screams fluctuated continuously.
The space inside was expansive, with a metal net ring in the central area.
Two nearly two-meter-tall men fought until they were covered in blood, while underneath people continuously placed large bets of Silver Tael with the house.
This place was unmistakably an underground gambling den.
Ma Youcai's gaze briefly rested on the ring, then he shook his head and moved on.
Pushing aside the curtain, he entered an inconspicuous small room at the end of the gambling den.
Ma Youcai reached out his hand.
He ignited the oil lamp hanging on the wall.
The light of the lamp flickered like a dueling sword amidst the tidal waves of shouting from outside.
Two tall and burly figures appeared in the dim light. One sat brazenly in a wooden chair, while the other leaned against the wall, leisurely sipping tea from a white porcelain cup, his gaze calm as if completely oblivious to Ma Youcai's arrival.
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Upon closer inspection, the two men's faces were nearly identical.
Indeed, they were twins—the brothers Song Ting and Song Yingchun from the Song Family.
Among the six major families in Baihua County, apart from the Hong Family, the Song Family was the strongest.
The key reason was that Song Ting and Song Yingchun working together possessed strength not inferior to any family head of the major families.
A golden sphere of energy burst forth, traveling over ten meters and slamming heavily into an iron plate more than ten centimeters thick, leaving a noticeable dent.
"Hiss..."
Su Heng was somewhat startled by the power, "Such force, if unleashed on the battlefield, could even threaten a main battle tank."
Before his transmigration, he had been very interested in the military technology of the past.
Those steel behemoths that swept across battlefields.
Their frontal armor never exceeded twenty centimeters in thickness.
Su Heng couldn't penetrate it in one blow, but a few more hits would surely flatten and tear it apart.
The supernormal secret weapons of this world were indeed extravagant; when cultivated to a profound level, each individual seemed like a humanoid Gundam.
Su Heng pondered for a moment.
He changed the way the energy flowed in his body, spreading his five fingers wide.
The unique Arc Light Strength of the Miniature Mist Skill was no longer condensed into a sphere but into dazzling, golden threads.
Between Su Heng's fingers, they leapt and twinkled, casting a golden illusion.
"Perhaps..."
A certain realization dawned on Su Heng, "This is the origin of the Miniature Mist Skill's name."
Whoosh!
He maintained the flow of energy.
With his fingers spread wide, he pushed toward the steel plate in front of him.
The golden threads dashed through like lightning, seemingly without effect.
Only after a while did the uncomfortable shrieking sound reach them from afar, as fine scratches appeared on the steel plate.
The scratches grew thicker and more disjointed, with the screeching becoming increasingly piercing.
Finally, there was a dull sound of collision.
The thick steel was cut into more than a dozen irregular pieces under the full mastery of the Miniature Mist Skill, collapsing and kicking up dust under the bright sunlight.
"Snap!"
Su Heng dusted off his hands and opened the attribute panel.
[Miniature Mist Skill Ninth Layer (Special Effects: Arc Light Strength, Bone Strength, Penetration, Cutting)]
Among the three secret techniques of Qingmu Everlasting, Cold Ice Charm, and Miniature Mist Skill, the first two were perfected at the eighth layer, while only the Miniature Mist Skill had a ninth layer.
This technique had the most power.
And, naturally, it was the most difficult one to master to a high degree.
Of course, for Su Heng, it was just a matter of spending a few dozen attribute points more.
"Next, I need to elevate the Black Evil Technique to the Bone Strength stage and then seek an Earth-attribute technique to strengthen."
Su Heng stood up and draped a black robe from the coat rack over himself.
With a wave of his hand, his strong energy twisted the air, whipping up a fierce wind that gathered all sorts of debris and trash to the corner of the room.
In time, someone would come to clean it up.
"Thump, thump, thump!"
Just as he was about to review Xu Tong's cultivation notes, a knock on the door interrupted Su Heng's actions.
The door opened, and a disciple from the Demon Suppression Bureau handed him an envelope.
"Hmm..." Su Heng's brows furrowed slightly, "Ma Youcai... seems to be an elder of the Demon Suppression Tower. I've never met him. He wants to invite me to dinner."
"Oh well, having just finished my meditation retreat, it shouldn't hurt to go out and meet him."