Chinese Superman

Chapter 145 The Mummy Resurrects: A Test for Veteran Cadres?

Time is quietly stretched out in dreams.

It is unknown how much time has passed, but after dozens of arduous and relentless battles, all the disciples were exhausted.

The tiger was exhausted, like a big cat, lying on the ground with its tongue lolling out.

Even the aloof Bai Xianshuang has given up.

She wanted to collapse to the ground, but being a crane, she was always mindful of her image and tried her best to stand.

Qingluan, Dabao, Qingchi, and Xiang Xiaohu all lay on the ground, unwilling to move an inch.

Xia Xinghan was the only one who was like a demon.

His breathing remained steady, and his white training clothes had hardly any wrinkles.

Xia Xinghan looked around at his disciples and nodded in satisfaction: "That's enough for today."

Upon hearing these six words, several of his direct disciples almost cheered, like students who had just finished an exam.

"After returning, carefully reflect on the gains and losses of the battle, and combine the insights gained in the dream with actual physical training."

"Don't just close your eyes and pretend you're dreaming and get away with it."

"Yes, Master!"

"We will certainly review what we have learned to gain new insights."

"roar-

'

Qingluan and the other disciples quickly agreed.

"Oh my gosh, I can finally really sleep now."

"Da Bao, don't ignore your master's words. If you really take a nap, everything you just learned will probably vanish like a dream the next day, and you'll forget it completely!"

"My sword energy doesn't have eyes!"

Stared at by a group of senior female students, Da Bao suddenly felt that even bamboo didn't smell good anymore.

"Go."

Seeing the harmonious scene, Xia Xinghan shook his head and smiled. With a wave of his hand, except for Xiang Xiaohu, the figures of the other disciples gradually faded away, exiting the dream and returning to reality to rest.

"Little Tiger, how are you? Can you still hold on?"

Xia Xinghan asked with a smile.

"Don't worry, boss, we can handle it!"

Xiang Xiaohu patted his chest.

"That's good."

Xia Xinghan nodded in satisfaction.

Among all the disciples, Xiang Xiaohu has the best martial arts talent and is also a martial arts fanatic.

Gu Zhiqi's aptitude is not bad either, but he is still slightly inferior to Xiang Xiaohu.

Qingluan's interests lay elsewhere; she preferred reading and strange and unusual things.

Bai Xianshuang is a master of swordsmanship.

Shan Jun is impatient and, along with Da Bao and Qing Chi, is slightly inferior in talent to Xiang Xiao Hu, Gu Zhi Qiu, Qing Luan, and Bai Xian Shuang.

Xia Xinghan walked up to Xiang Xiaohu and said, "You bear the heavy responsibility of recording and demonstrating numerous martial arts instructional videos for the [Martial God Hall]. Without broad knowledge and solid skills, you would not be able to handle this task."

"From today onwards, after your daily dream practice, I will give you extra lessons individually."

Upon hearing this, Xiang Xiaohu's fatigue vanished, and he straightened his back excitedly: "Yes, boss! I will definitely study hard!"

"You are exceptionally gifted, possess powerful weapons, have a resolute character, and, most importantly, have a sincere passion for martial arts."

"Given time, if you can fully digest and absorb what you have learned and forge your own path, your achievements may surpass those of your senior sister and even Qingluan, the master of Zhongnan Mountain, making you a true pillar of my sect."

Xia Xinghan showered Xiang Xiaohu with praise, which made Xiang Xiaohu's blood boil. He clasped his hands tightly, his face full of determination: "Boss!"

I definitely won't let you down!

"Okay, sure."

Xia Xinghan couldn't help but smile.

Only when his disciples are outstanding and capable can he be a carefree, hands-off manager.

In the dream, the instruction given to Xiang Xiaohu was drawing to a close.

Xia Xinghan was teaching him the Mountain Seal when suddenly, a childish yet serious girl's voice echoed in the empty dream: "Master! We caught two suspicious fellows sneaking around near the mountain gate! One is being bitten by Senior Brother Mountain Lord, and the other is being held down by Xiong San!"

It was the sound of Qingluan.

As for Xiong San, it is the name of the Asian black bear among the disciples.

Xiong San once asked Xia Xinghan why he was named Xiong San instead of Xiong Da or Xiong Er. Xia Xinghan replied that it was a bear's name.

"A suspicious guy?"

"A month has passed, and people are still breaking into Zhongnan Mountain at night?"

Xia Xinghan raised an eyebrow slightly.

Actually, it's not surprising, because there have been countless similar cases in the past month.

Usually, the outer disciples guarding the mountain gate would deal with it, and unless there were special circumstances, they wouldn't disturb him.

Xia Xinghan said to Xiang Xiaohu, "Now that we've come this far, go back and reflect on it carefully."

What one learns in dreams must ultimately be integrated with the physical body to be fully mastered; otherwise, one will bite off more than one can chew.

He finished speaking.

With a thought, the dream space receded like a tide.

The night was still dark in front of Louguantai.

The evening wind in the mountains is exceptionally biting.

In a martial arts dream, the mental "physical sensation" felt like half a day had passed, but in reality, it had only been a dozen minutes.

Xia Xinghan opened his eyes and saw Qingluan standing upright on a rock, its little paws pointing to the distance.

The mighty mountain tiger was seen carrying a blond, blue-eyed foreign man wearing an outdoor windbreaker by the back of his collar, as if he were carrying a disobedient big cat. The man was suspended in mid-air, flailing his arms and legs in vain.

the other side.

The massive black bear "Bear Three," as strong as an iron tower, firmly pinned down another foreigner dressed similarly with its heavy paw. The man lay on the ground, unable to move, his face filled with terror.

Foreigners?

Xia Xinghan's eyes flickered, and he waved his hand slightly: "Let them go."

Upon hearing this, Shan Jun and Xiong San released their grip.

The two foreigners stumbled and fell to the ground.

One of them, showing no fear whatsoever, quickly pulled out his phone from his backpack and started snapping photos of Da Bao, who was curiously watching, exclaiming excitedly, "Wow, this is amazing! My God, it's a real panda! Wild! Incredible!"

In the darkness, the flashes of light kept going off.

He even tried to get closer, wanting to take a selfie and a photo with Da Bao.

The other foreigner was deathly pale, trembling like a leaf as he looked at the enormous creatures—tiger, black bear, and giant snake—that had surrounded him.

Xia Xinghan looked at the overly lively guy with indifferent eyes.

next moment.

"Buzz"

An invisible yet terrifying force, heavy as a mountain, suddenly descended!

That was a 1000G gravitational field, instantly concentrated and pressed down on the foreigner taking the photo.

He didn't even have time to let out a scream.

"Pfft."

Like a tomato crushed by a tremendous force, the foreigner's body exploded in an instant, turning into a cloud of scarlet blood mist. Not even a large piece of bone remained; only a strong stench of blood permeated the air.

The air froze instantly.

Shan Jun, Xiong San, Qing Chi, Da Bao and other disciples all froze, and even the audacious Xiang Xiaohu subconsciously held his breath.

They were not unfamiliar with bloodshed, but this was the first time they had witnessed Xia Xinghan's sudden and swift annihilation.

It's understated!

Cruel and decisive!

That chilling aura that treated human life as worthless sent shivers down the spines of all the disciples.

On the mountain rocks.

Qingluan was so frightened that it shrank its neck and limbs, the entire turtle cowering inside its shell, and then the shell thudded.

It fell to the ground and rolled off the rocks.

She thought to herself, "I almost forgot, my master—he's quite the little devil!"

"Back then, when the spiritual energy of Zhongnan Mountain was restored, the fighting was so fierce that rivers of blood flowed and corpses rained down. Waaah, it scared the turtle to death!"

After a month of living together day and night, Xia Xinghan appeared too harmless. He was like a martial arts master with extremely high mental cultivation, easygoing and calm. So much so that Qingluan and the other disciples almost forgot that he had slaughtered everyone and silenced the aristocratic families in the Blood Night.

The only remaining foreigner, terrified, collapsed to the ground with a thud, his fingers trembling as he pointed to the blood mist drifting in the wind, stammering incoherently, "Murder...murder!"

"You—you actually killed him! You monster! You're a monster!"

Xia Xinghan glanced at him coldly, his voice devoid of any warmth: "Pretending."

"It's just a doll. Although I don't know what kind of mysterious relic it is, the flesh and blood are so complete that it's almost indistinguishable from the real thing, but it still can't fool my eyes."

The foreigner's fear vanished instantly, replaced by a slightly exaggerated smile, and he even clapped a few times.

"Fantastic! Absolutely fantastic!"

"As expected of the renowned Martial Ancestor of the Xia Kingdom, his discerning eye and keen perception are truly well-deserved!"

"According to your Xia Kingdom's mythology, this is called—Fire, Eye, Gold, Pupil?"

He stood up calmly, dusted himself off, as if he hadn't been the one who had just collapsed to the ground.

Xia Xinghan said expressionlessly, "If your puppet has come all this way just to say a few flattering words, then it has no reason to continue existing."

He raised his palm slightly again, and an invisible pressure began to gather.

It seems like a thousand times the force of gravity could fall from the sky at any moment!

"Martial Ancestor, please calm your anger!"

The foreigner quickly waved his hand, his face still bearing that unpleasant smile.

"We mean no harm; we come in good faith. Martial Ancestor, we are both foreigners, so why be so confrontational?"

"Foreigner?"

Why don't you just say aliens!

You're right about aliens.

Xia Xinghan seemed to have heard a joke, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes: "What nonsense are you spouting?"

The puppet pointed to Xia Xinghan's eyes and said confidently, "Aren't your eyes, those pupils as blue as the sky, the best proof?"

"You are not a pure Xia citizen; we should be natural allies—"

Xia Xinghan paused for a moment, then suddenly realized and almost burst out laughing: "Pupil color? It's just a physiological characteristic determined by the amount of melanin in the iris."

"If you hadn't mentioned it, I really wouldn't have noticed."

With a slight thought, his super brain activated, precisely controlling the cells in his eyes, subtly altering the distribution of pigment in his iris.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, Xia Xinghan's eyes, which were originally as blue as a clear sky, rapidly deepened in color, instantly transforming into a deep, pure black, just like those of an ordinary Xia person.

"Look, what about now?"

Xia Xinghan blinked, his tone playful.

The doll's smile froze completely, its expression one of utter disbelief: "This—how is this possible?!"

Change pupil color?

What kind of ability is this!

"Enough with the nonsense."

Xia Xinghan lost his last bit of patience and raised his hand again: "State your true purpose. This is your last chance."

The puppet dared not beat around the bush any longer and quickly said, "Martial Ancestor, you are wise! We have come here on behalf of our organization to sincerely invite you to lend us your assistance!"

"The mummy of the famous Princess Amen-Ra in the British Museum in Paris has undergone an unknown resurrection, triggering a series of bizarre deaths. We have suffered heavy losses and are unable to resolve the issue."

"We implore the Martial Ancestor to use his extraordinary abilities to help us suppress this creature!"

"Um?"

Xia Xinghan hummed.

Does that mean you want to get something for nothing from me?

The foreign doll understood and quickly added, "As for the compensation, you will definitely be satisfied!"

"First, there's the revitalized section of the Alps, which can serve as the Martial Ancestor's training ground, plus 30,000 standard spirit stones, and—all the revitalized Xia Kingdom artifacts in the British Museum, all of which can be offered!"

"Isn't that enough to show our sincerity?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the puppet looked confidently at Xia Xinghan, waiting for a response.

In their view, these conditions were enough to impress any extraordinary person.

After listening, Xia Xinghan's face revealed undisguised disdain: "That's it?"

You're testing your cadres with this little bit of information?

Who do you think you are!

"what?"

The doll was taken aback.

"Which part? A single mountain peak or the entire mountain range? Besides, the Alps recovered earlier than the Zhongnan Mountains; can their spiritual energy compare to that of the Zhongnan Mountains?"

"The Zhongnan Mountains are now entirely in my hands; why should I need your scraps?"

Xia Xinghua spoke calmly, continuing, "Thirty thousand spirit stones? It seems like a lot, but it's like water without a source; it'll be gone in a flash."

"Moreover, I control the most blessed land in the world, and I am not short of spiritual resources for the time being."

"As for the Xia Dynasty relics in the British Museum—"

He paused, his tone turning cold: "These are the possessions of my Xia ancestors, long lost overseas, gathering dust. Instead of returning them, you use them as payment for hiring me?" Taking my things to make me do your bidding—you capitalists, you've certainly got a good scheme!

"what?"

I was just stranded overseas, how come I became you in no time?

>