The God of the Human Realm!

Chapter 140 Old Friends Meet Again, Dragon Soars to a New Master

At the foot of the lush and verdant Mangcang Mountain, a vast estate stands.

The manor's overall architecture is simple and rustic, with rows of houses. It does not pursue luxury and refinement, but it is divided into more than a dozen training grounds.

Numerous strong and muscular martial artists moved among them, their shouts of training their strength echoing from time to time.

There were also sounds of fists and feet clashing, weapons clashing, and cheers from the spectators.

The atmosphere was extremely lively.

A man, completely out of place with the high spirits of the arena, yawned and sauntered into the training ground.

His face was fairly square, and if he were serious, he would be a resolute and stern hero. However, his expression was lazy, as if he hadn't woken up yet, and he exuded an air of indolence.

"Brother Yang!"

"Lie Ge'er!"

As soon as this man arrived, many martial artists greeted him warmly with smiles, and some even enthusiastically invited him: "Brother Yang, how about a spar? As usual today, whoever loses will be penalized with a jar of wine!"

"No, no!" Yang Lie rubbed his aching lower back with one hand and waved the other repeatedly. "I drank too much yesterday and my back is too weak... uh, I can't hold my liquor. You guys can train yourselves."

"Haha! I bet it's Thirteenth Sister who's keeping you in bed, Brother Yang. I have a jar of 'Tiger Penis Wine' here. How about I give it to you to boost your spirits?"

A man with a mole on his face started to joke.

Some people jokingly asked, "Brother Lie, when can we attend your wedding banquet with Miss Thirteen?"

"What nonsense are you spouting? Thirteen Sister and I have a gentlemanly friendship and admire each other. Don't you dare ruin her reputation."

Yang Lie's face hardened, and he squeezed next to the man with the long mole, whispering, "Brother, how's the effect of your 'Tiger Penis Wine'? No offense, you know I just like to drink."

“Brother, I understand!” The man patted Yang Lie on the shoulder and winked, “I’ll send it over to you right away.”

Yang Lie cupped his hands in a fist salute and chatted with the many martial artists present for a while, his gaze sweeping over a sea of ​​smiling faces.

Even some bystanders, when he looked over, revealed a slightly unnatural smile.

Sure enough, once this person rose to prominence, he was surrounded by good people!

Yang Lie was not blinded by the flattery of the crowd; his seemingly sleepy eyes revealed shrewdness.

'Although I couldn't fly myself, I had my good buddies to help me!'

Initially spurred on by Hong Yuan's achievements, Yang Lie put in a lot of hard work in his training. However, as Hong Yuan killed two grandmasters, subdued the Canal Gang, and single-handedly defeated a thousand troops...

After sweeping through the prefectural city, establishing the Zhenhai Alliance, and surpassing Song Yinglong in prestige, Yang Lie was dumbfounded and completely gave up.

He was by nature lazy; he liked martial arts but couldn't concentrate on it, and would slack off as soon as his enthusiasm waned.

In the past, I only thought about the "Dragon and Tiger Pact" and wanted to contribute when the time came.

Although he was not a disciple of the Fuhu Sect in name, his father and uncle were members of the Fuhu Sect. Even if he did not learn the true teachings of the Fuhu Sect, how could he escape it?

Therefore, he forced himself to train hard, and after Hong Yuan rose to prominence and became famous in the martial arts world, Yang Lie let himself go.

No matter how much he trains, he'll never be as good as his brother. Is there any point in training at all? Isn't it better to just rely on his brother?

Yang Lie wasn't embarrassed at all and said it smelled delicious.

Several months ago, he was forcibly taken as a disciple by Song Yinglong, but both he and Wu Duxiong's activities were restricted, which was a disguised form of confinement.

Later, the number of people monitoring them gradually decreased until they were all withdrawn.

The people around them became increasingly enthusiastic towards them. Even Song Yinglong's adopted sons, who were initially very unhappy about his close relationship with the Thirteenth Sister and were eager to teach him a lesson, eventually backed down and started greeting him with smiles when they met him.

She acted as if she regarded him as a good brother-in-law.

Yang Lie understood who was responsible for all the changes. He wasn't jealous, but rather quite moved.

After leaving the training ground, Yang Lie slowly entered a secluded courtyard. He felt a chill run down his spine as the fallen leaves on the ground were swept away by the force of the air and fell towards him with a sharp whooshing sound.

He suddenly shrank back, dodging nimbly like a monkey, and then struck out with a backhand palm strike.

boom!
A large handprint struck out, colliding with the palm strike with a muffled thud.

Yang Lie stumbled back several steps, shook his hands, and looked at the imposing, sharp-eyed man opposite him, saying irritably, "Uncle Wu, do you want to kill me?"

Wu Duxiong sheathed his sword and said calmly, "I just wanted to see if you were so weak from the bewitching potion... Not bad, you can still stand."

"Uncle Wu, I'm not stupid. How could I not see through their pretense?"

Wu Duxiong nodded, neither confirming nor denying, then changed the subject: "How are things between you and that Thirteenth Lady?"

Yang Lie scratched his cheek. "Uncle Wu, why are you also paying attention to this? I get along well with Thirteen Sister."

Wu Duxiong stared at the steel knife in his hand and said slowly, "Since you've taken her body, you have to give her an explanation. Thirteen is a good girl; don't let her down."

"Besides, you're not young anymore. You're the only son in your Yang family this generation, so it's time for you to settle down and start a family."

Yang Lie looked slightly embarrassed and said, "Uncle Wu, of course I know that Thirteen Sister is very good, don't worry! However, she is, after all, the adopted daughter of my cheap master, so Song Yinglong should be informed about her marriage."

"Song Yinglong is not coming back!" Before Wu Duxiong could reply, a light, airy voice suddenly rang out.

Wu Duxiong and Yang Lie were both startled, then realized the voice was familiar and looked up at the roof.

A figure was seen perched high on the ridge, toying with a wine pot in his hand, a smile on his face.

"Brother Hong!" Yang Lie exclaimed in surprise. Wu Duxiong's usually cold and stern face also broke into a smile as he carefully examined Hong Yuan, becoming more and more astonished with each look.

Compared to when he left a few months ago, at first glance he seemed to have no change, but upon closer inspection, he stood there as if he had merged into the world, his demeanor and spirit were impeccable, and he exuded a divine aura that transcended the mortal world.

Hong Yuan took a sip of wine, casually tossed the remaining half-pot of wine aside, and it spun and landed with a 'whoosh'. He laughed and said, "Brother Yang, Uncle Wu, how have you been!"

Yang Lie reached out and took the wine jug, took a sip, and his eyes lit up: "Good wine!"

Instead, Wu Duxiong looked thoughtful and asked, "Young Hong, what did you mean by what you just said?"

Before he could finish speaking, a shadow flashed before his eyes, and Hong Yuan was already standing in front of the two of them, patting Yang Lie on the shoulder: "The meaning is very simple, Brother Yang, you should marry a beautiful and rich woman, become the new master of Longxiang, and reach the pinnacle of life."

(End of this chapter)