By the time he returned to the Public House, it was not even noon yet. The Sun Cultivating White Tiger Portrait was indeed amazing.
He had received six hundred thousand taels of silver, and his wallet was full again.
As usual, Xue Ling made a few delicious dishes and warmed a pot of wine for him.
Chu Li's stomach was empty, but he ate to his heart's content. It felt like home.
He was enjoying his meal in the pagoda when the door to the courtyard was pushed open. Su Ru's apricot gown fluttered in the wind. She walked into the pagoda with her bright eyes, glaring at him fiercely.
Chu Li was surprised. "Chief, do you want to eat together?"
"Chu Li!" Su Ru's face tightened.
Chu Li said, "About Ding Weisong?"
Su Ru said angrily, "What did you promise me?"
"Chief, let me explain." Chu Li looked at her with a smile.
"Speak!" Su Ru scoffed. "Let's see how you explain!"
Chu Li smiled. "If I say that I did not hire Ding Weisong, would you believe me?"
"Who?"
"Feng Shicai!"
"Him?" Su Ru's eyes narrowed. "How could he be so daring?"
Although Feng Shicai was a martial artist and an Innate Master, to the Public House, killing him was as easy as stepping on an ant.
Chu Li was a member of the Public House. If he really died, the Public House would definitely investigate. It seemed that Feng Shicai was certain that the Public House would not be able to find Ding Weisong.
"Chief, don't underestimate the people of the martial arts world. They are hot-blooded. Feng Wen died in my hands. How could Feng Shicai bear it?"
"Yes, he only had one son." Su Ru believed Chu Li.
Feng Shicai was a smooth old man, but no matter how smooth he was, he still had a sore spot. Feng Wen was his only son. No matter how useless he was, he was still his son. In the end, he was killed by Chu Li.
She could understand the pain of losing a son. Feng Shicai was worried about Chu Li's identity in the Public House. He could not do it himself, so it was natural for him to get someone else to do it.
"Ding Weisong was really hired by him?"
Chu Li nodded. "Absolutely!"
"This Feng fella!" Su Ru pursed her lips and snorted.
Even though he understood the pain of losing his son, he still found someone to kill a Scribe from the High Duke's Public House. Moreover, it was a rank five Scribe. This could not be forgiven. Otherwise, how could the dignity of the High Duke's Public House be preserved?
Chu Li said, "There's no hurry to deal with him. With him around, we can distract the people from the Tempest Temple."
He guessed that the disciples of the Tempest Temple would still be there, waiting for him to come to them. This way, he would be restricting the disciples of the Tempest Temple, and he would be able to have more freedom.
"Does Ding Weisong have the Sun Cultivating White Tiger Portrait?" Su Ru asked with a faint smile.
Chu Li nodded slowly.
Su Ru's eyes widened and she asked in surprise, "Really?"
Chu Li said, "He cultivated the Sun Cultivating White Tiger Portrait, but unfortunately, he only managed to cultivate one. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so useless."
"Ding Weisong is already very powerful. He was able to escape from you and Zhao Ying," Su Ru said. "Zhao Ying is now an Innate Master!"
Chu Li said, "The Sun Cultivating White Tiger Portrait is amazing. It's really embarrassing for him to look like this. Does Lady Xiao want the next volume?"
Su Ru shook her head. "Lady Xiao is not interested."
Chu Li smiled. "Combining the first and second volumes of the Sun Cultivating White Tiger Portrait is not a secret manual. You won't be able to learn anything from the first volume."
Su Ru asked curiously, "Is it because it's not complete?"
Chu Li said, "If you can't learn the first volume, then it's better not to learn it. The requirements for the complete volume are even stricter. If my dharmic base is slightly weaker, I'll be driven crazy by it. Splitting it into two volumes is also a sign of kindness from the elders of the White Tiger Cave."
"Is that so …" Su Ru was even more curious.
Chu Li smiled. "Xue Ling, prepare a brush and ink!"
"Yes." Xue Ling stood at the side and listened quietly. She would pour tea for them from time to time.
She brought a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. She ground the ink with her bare hands and passed the brush to Chu Li when she was done.
Chu Li started drawing, and in one breath, he drew six tiger portraits. On each piece of paper, there was a white tiger in different poses, but they were all lifelike.
Chu Li put down the brush and smiled at Su Ru. "Chief, these are the six portraits."
"Your drawing skills are not bad." Su Ru praised him. She stared at the six tiger portraits and then closed her eyes.
"Ah!" She suddenly screamed and held her head.
Chu Li looked at her with a faint smile.
Su Ru put down her hand after a long time. Her face was pale and her temperament became weaker. "What happened?"
Chu Li asked, "How did it feel?"
"I visualized the first portrait and my head felt like it was going to split open."
"You don't have enough energy. Don't force yourself."
"Alright." Su Ru sighed and gave up. "Then you should focus on your cultivation. Master the Sentient Menace as soon as possible. Then you won't have to be afraid of those stupid monks!"
Su Ru waved her hand and turned to leave.
— —
The night was like water.
Chu Li practiced the Art of White Tiger twice in the house. He got up and went to the courtyard to practice the Sentient Menace. After seventy-two movements, he could almost hear the blood in his body gurgling.
The Sentient Menace had improved a lot.
The effect of the Art of White Tiger was strong but he was still worried. He did not know when it would lose its effect. It was too difficult to master the Sentient Menace.
The four Tempest Temple disciples that he killed did not know how to cultivate the Sentient Menace. After all, no one in the temple had mastered it.
He practiced the Sun Cultivating White Tiger Portrait twice and the Sentient Menace once. He repeated the cycle, going in and out of the house, going in and out, concentrating on his cultivation for the whole day. On the evening of the second day, his body suddenly flashed with a golden light, like a golden man standing proudly under the setting sun.
Xue was stunned and stared at him blankly.
Chu Li clenched his fists and smiled.
Xue quickly asked, "Master, you've mastered it?"
Chu Li shook his wrists and rotated his arms. He smiled and said, "Only the second level!"
"I still have to congratulate you, Master." Xue praised.
She saw how much Chu Li had suffered and how many times he had been beaten. Now that he had finally paid off and mastered the second level, she had to work harder.
Chu Li stopped laughing. The next level was to train his tendons. Once mastered, his strength would increase greatly and his speed would be faster. He might even be able to compete with the innate masters of the Tempest Temple.
"Xue, take the sword in the pagoda and stab me."
"… Yes."
Xue took the sword that was hanging on the pillar and jumped out of the pagoda. She landed in front of Chu Li and stabbed his shoulder with the sword.
"Ding …" The sound of metal clashing could be heard. The tip of the sword could not pierce through.
Chu Li smiled. "Try harder!"
"Ding …" Xue stabbed him ten times in one breath.
"Ding … ding … ding …" Xue stabbed him ten times in one breath.
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