Finally Going to Take Action

"Was that the Dragon Coiling Fist you just used?"

Wu Tong stared at Fang Jueming in astonishment.

He was a little drunk, but he wasn’t stupid!

The Overlord Fist could only unleash its true power when combined with the Dragon Coiling Fist?

Ever since the Wu family’s patriarch passed away thirty years ago, the Dragon Coiling Fist had been lost to time.

But who could have predicted that the declining Wu family would produce a martial arts prodigy like Wu Tong, who revived the Overlord Fist and made it renowned once more?

His fierce and unyielding fist techniques even earned him the nickname "Axe Fist"!

Yet, without the Dragon Coiling Fist, the Overlord Fist had never reached its full potential.

This had always weighed heavily on Wu Tong’s mind, making him feel as though he had failed his ancestors.

Who would have thought he’d witness it again today?

Fang Jueming answered earnestly, "Master, you once taught me to channel the Overlord Fist’s power from the waist, driving the force through the entire body. But I redirected the energy to the Yongquan acupoint, gathered it in the dantian, and then unleashed the Overlord Fist. It made me feel like my whole body was burning with unstoppable strength."

Theoretically, Fang Jueming was a good kid.

But being a good kid and being honest were two different things.

The Dragon Coiling Fist was a reward from his "Hundred Million Punches" system. Once mastered, its principles became clear.

So, explaining it to Wu Tong wasn’t difficult.

"Reversing your meridians like that is dangerous—it could seriously injure you! Don’t experiment recklessly in the future!" Wu Tong frowned after hearing Fang Jueming’s explanation.

Then, he attempted to reverse the energy flow in his own meridians while executing the Overlord Fist techniques.

Fang Jueming watched with burning intensity.

Wu Tong had practiced the Overlord Fist for thirty years!

Every move, every stance—he knew them like the back of his hand. To a martial artist, it was a breathtaking sight.

Suddenly, a surge of scorching energy coursed through his meridians!

Wu Tong’s eyes widened, and he let out a thunderous roar!

The sheer force of his fist sent shockwaves through the air, like the roar of a dragon and the growl of a tiger. The resulting gust blasted open the doors of the martial arts hall!

The power was undeniable.

Fang Jueming and Wu Shuangshuang gasped in awe, utterly impressed.

But any seasoned martial artist witnessing this would have been stunned.

"Movement flows through the limbs, rising and falling without exertion, guided solely by the spirit and intent."

Condensing energy into form—this was the pinnacle of martial arts!

"Hahaha! That felt incredible!" Wu Tong, rarely one to smile, grinned broadly and took a deep swig of sorghum liquor.

The Dragon Coiling Fist!

He had finally grasped it!

"Dad, you seem… stronger?" Wu Shuangshuang said, still a little dazed.

Fang Jueming clasped his fists. "Congratulations, Master!"

Wu Tong laughed heartily. "No more ‘Master’! From now on, Shuangshuang will marry you. We’ll take you two to get your marriage license tomorrow!"

Wu Shuangshuang shot him an exasperated look. "Dad, what are you saying?! I’m not even of age yet! We can’t get a license!"

Fang Jueming scratched his head. The master was definitely drunk.

Normally, Wu Tong was fiercely protective of his daughter. Any boy who dared show interest in her would receive a cold warning. Only alcohol could loosen his tongue like this.

Overjoyed, Wu Tong drank himself into a stupor and had to be supported by Wu Shuangshuang as they headed back.

Fang Jueming unwrapped the bandages from his fists, ready to help carry the drunken Wu Tong home before washing up and going to bed.

But then, his phone buzzed.

A message from an unknown number.

His expression darkened instantly.

His master, An Yi, was in danger!

Seeing Fang Jueming grab his jacket and bolt outside, Wu Shuangshuang froze.

"Xiao Ming, where are you going?!"

Fang Jueming’s voice echoed from the distance. "I have urgent business at Happy Family! I won’t be back tonight!"

"Happy Family?!"

Anyone from Yunzhou City knew exactly what kind of place that was!

Wu Shuangshuang’s face twisted with hurt.

This guy seemed so honest, so painfully straightforward—like a block of reinforced concrete!

Who would’ve thought he’d go to a place like Happy Family for… entertainment?!

And he wasn’t even coming back tonight?!

"Fang Jueming, if you dare go to that kind of place, then don’t you dare come back!" Wu Shuangshuang shouted, her voice trembling with anger.

That night, undercurrents surged across the southeastern province.

The entire martial arts world was shaken.

The name "An Yi" echoed in the minds of countless people.

Five hundred million!

The bounty on his head had skyrocketed overnight—from one hundred million to five hundred million!

A fivefold increase!

For business tycoons, a hundred million might be a "small target."

But for ordinary people, "hundred million" was an unimaginable sum.

If a worker earning ten thousand a month scrimped and saved, managing to stash away a hundred thousand a year, it would still take them a thousand years to save up a hundred million!

That’s like working from the Ming Dynasty until now!

For martial artists, making money was easier with their skills, but five hundred million? That was still an astronomical figure.

At first, only small-time players had their eyes on An Yi.

But now, with the bounty so high, even elite martial artists were tempted.

Of course, no one could have guessed—

At this very moment, An Yi was sprawled on a plush bed, living his best life!

The one who had brought him here was none other than the superstar actress, Shangguan Qianqian!

Shangguan Qianqian reached out and pulled off An Yi’s bloodstained shirt, revealing his well-defined upper body.

"Not bad," she murmured, her fingers unconsciously tracing the ridges of his abs.

Then, her slender fingers trailed lower, undoing his belt with a gentle tug.

His jeans were tossed aside without a second thought.

Now, An Yi lay there in nothing but his boxers, his last shred of dignity barely intact.

Shangguan Qianqian hesitated.

Despite being from the Joyous Sect, her status as the Holy Maiden and the nature of her cultivation meant she had never been this close to a man before.

She wasn’t entirely sure what to do next.

After a moment’s thought, she pulled out her phone and searched for a while.

Soon, the sound of a woman’s moans filled the room.

An Yi’s brow twitched in irritation.

"Seriously?! You’re learning how to load the gun now?!"

Shangguan Qianqian watched intently, absorbing every detail. Finally, she nodded in understanding.

"Oh, so that’s how it’s done!"

Steeling herself, she began unbuttoning her own clothes.

The soft rustling beside his ear was too much for An Yi to ignore. He cracked his eyes open slightly—and nearly choked on his own breath.

"Holy hell!"

Black lace lingerie!

Shangguan Qianqian’s figure was nothing short of divine.

Every curve was sculpted to perfection—her skin like snow, her silhouette slender yet voluptuous in all the right places.

Even with his limited view, An Yi was instantly captivated by those long, shapely legs.

Her body was so flawless, even Victoria’s Secret models would weep in envy.

Then, his eyes nearly popped out of his skull.

The glamorous actress straddled him, her thighs pressing against his hips. Though separated by fabric, the sensation was—

Shangguan Qianqian, recalling the tutorial, leaned in to kiss him.

But after staring at his face for a long moment, she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

Without any emotional connection, she didn’t want to give away her first kiss so casually.

"Let’s just skip to the main event."

Mimicking the actress in the video, she bent down and began planting soft kisses along his neck.

An Yi broke out in a cold sweat, his nerves fraying.

He never expected that a renowned actress, a rising star adored by countless men as their goddess, would actually sleep with her fans!

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