Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2037 - 366: Planting Warm Jade in Lantian 1

Since Wang Yue and his group moved at a leisurely pace, Xin Xiaoxiao reached them in short order after descending just a handful of steps.

"Hey, Wang Yue, is your promise to help me still good?" Xin Xiaoxiao shouted from behind him.

Wang Yue spun around to face her, arching a brow. "Is that how you ask for help?"

Xin Xiaoxiao quickly plastered on a sweet smile and spoke in a playful tone, "Brother Wang Yue, help me out, please!"

A chill ran through Wang Yue, and he gave in right away. "Stick to your normal way of talking."

With that, he contacted Su Quan and Yan Fangfei, issuing some directions to them while Xin Xiaoxiao watched.

"No problem. I've already spoken with them. Head over whenever you're free," Wang Yue told her after ending the call on his device.

"I got time, I got time!" Xin Xiaoxiao bobbed her head enthusiastically, then dashed down the stairs without holding back. Once she rounded the bend, her voice echoed from afar, "Thanks a lot!"

That expression of gratitude rang out far more genuine than her previous wheedling plea. It was obvious her rash behavior had caused her real distress.

Wang Yue shook his head while glancing at Li Gang and Wu Li, who looked rather downcast. He reassured them, "Relax. Doctor Miao's interest in examining this condition shows she's pretty sure she can beat this tough sickness. If not, she'd have come right out and said it."

Wu Li nodded, her cheeks flushing.

"We can't add more stress on her," Li Gang added. "If it turns out impossible, that's just how it goes."

Wang Yue grinned. "No need to fret. Doctor Miao finds this uncommon case intriguing. Without that spark, even the three great clans in Jinling, much less the mighty powers from Tianhai, wouldn't dream of pressuring her."

Li Gang was fresh to the martial world and didn't grasp a divine doctor's true weight yet. But if the young master claimed it, then it had to be fact.

Once downstairs, Wang Yue and the rest held off on departing. They stopped by a shop for medicines and grabbed a bunch of recovery elixirs. Plus, they handed the space ring from Zhang Lingfeng over to Li Gang.

Wang Yue knew that ring well. It matched the size of his own, and nothing vital sat inside it. It suited Li Gang perfectly.

At the moment, sending Li Gang back to headquarters wasn't on his mind. Sure, his power surged fast in that place, but his fighting techniques remained weak. More practice was essential.

The simple reason for not passing the fresh space ring to his aunt, despite her earlier okay, boiled down to Zhang Lingfeng's vile character. His aunt wouldn't touch anything that scum had owned.

Exiting Miao’s Medical Clinic, Wang Yue headed for his vehicle when he spotted Zhang Hong lingering nearby. Curiosity drew him closer to learn Zhang Hong's intent.

"Young Master Wang, Zhang Hong begs for your shelter!" Zhang Hong offered a martial arts bow to Wang Yue. "Allow me to serve under you."

Wang Yue felt taken aback. "You wish to align with me?"

"That's correct." Zhang Hong dipped his head firmly, showing no trace of jest.

"What for?" Wang Yue pressed. "Your skills could shine in any spot. Once your clan gets here, you could build your own branch. Why tie yourself to another?"

"I've weighed it carefully, but in my spot right now, leaving Jinling isn't an option. Starting a family here would clash hard with the three big clans' stakes. I refuse to end up as your foe," Zhang Hong admitted plainly.

"Joining you feels like the smarter path to gain your safeguard."

"While you're in Jinling, the Tianhai Zhang clan won't touch you for the time being. So why hitch to me?" Wang Yue questioned further.

"The Tianhai Zhang family has made you their rival now, and with your talents, I figure it'll crumble under your hand soon enough." Zhang Hong explained. "Plenty of my kin remain in the Zhang clan. By siding with you, I might plead for their mercy."

Though Zhang Hong remained unaware of Wang Yue's leap from Qi Refining Realm to Mortal Transformation Realm in barely a month, hitting that stage at fifteen hinted he'd crush the Tianhai Zhang family before long.

After all, the Tianhai Zhang clan tied to Zhang Hong's blood. Saving a few lives come that day would be a win.

Plus, trailing a genius like this promised endless prospects.

Wang Yue chuckled. "You're straightforward, I like that. Fine, you're with me now. Got a job for you immediately."

"Command me, Young Master!" Zhang Hong shifted gears fast, using the right title for Wang Yue.

"This is Li Gang. He's got solid skills, but zero battle savvy. You'll handle his training," Wang Yue instructed, giving Li Gang's shoulder a pat.

He'd meant to tackle it personally or dispatch an expert from the hidden outpost for Li Gang's drills. Having Zhang Hong step in simplified things.

Zhang Hong might be new to this, yet Wang Yue had faith in him—no motive for betrayal came to mind.

From how Zhang Lingfeng treated Zhang Hong, it showed the man's power didn't match his rank in the clan.

With Zhang Lingfeng slain on his watch, returning to Tianhai and groveling would likely get him killed, dragging his whole line down too.

Thus, ditching the Zhangs and finding refuge in Jinling stood as his sole route.

Sharing the Tianhai Zhang clan as a mutual foe meant alliance anyway, even without formal ties.

Zhang Hong's power hit the eighth layer of Gui Zhen Realm. Across Jinling, maybe just Wang Yue and him reached that height. Li Gang's progress under Zhang Hong's lead put Wang Yue's mind at rest.

Handing Li Gang and Wu Li over to Zhang Hong's guidance, Wang Yue set off by himself.

Afternoon had arrived. He hadn't forgotten his evening plans with his mother—both mothers at once! The thought alone stirred his thrill!

Wang Yue's departure brought Zhang Hong a wave of ease.

Oddly, despite Wang Yue never snapping at him or any plots against him, Zhang Hong sensed an odd weight around him. It outdid even the clan head's aura.

This weight stemmed from neither dread nor respect. He felt unworthy of respecting Wang Yue. It resembled an insect gazing at the heavens.

Maybe it linked to Wang Yue's youth at fifteen paired with his Mortal Transformation Realm prowess.

Age fifteen was ordinary—most hit it without early death. Mortal Transformation Realm stayed rare, yet plenty claimed it.

Combining the two, though, stunned everyone. A fifteen-year-old at Mortal Transformation Realm? Even secretive martial halls might lack such a prodigy.

"Big fellow, what's your power stage?" Zhang Hong inquired, slapping Li Gang's shoulder. As fellow followers of Wang Yue, building rapport mattered.

This burly man clearly earned Wang Yue's high regard.

Despite Zhang Hong's own prowess, his value to Wang Yue likely fell short of this guy's pinky. Good ties were crucial.

"The young master figures my strength matches the fifth or sixth layer of Ning Shen Realm," Li Gang answered truthfully.

Zhang Hong left him neutral, but the young master's directive to trail him sealed obedience.

Zhang Hong's forehead creased as he asked, "You don't know your own power level?"

"Can't say for sure. I just sense massive power inside, but no clue on the rank," Li Gang replied. "I focus on body refining."

That made Zhang Hong's frown deepen. A warrior blind to his own progress wasn't mere cluelessness—it screamed folly. Handing such a dimwit to him felt like a heavy burden from the young master.

Yet the final words clicked for Zhang Hong. It fit, given Li Gang's body cultivation path.

Body refiners lacked vital energy, so pinpointing levels proved tricky without it. Real fights alone exposed their might.

Hitting fifth or sixth layer of Concentration Realm via body work impressed greatly. And though Li Gang towered, he looked mid-twenties. That feat in body refining amazed further.

Zhang Hong mixed awe with regret. Li Gang shone as a body talent, but this era's scattered methods doomed his future gains.

"Climbing that high demanded ages of toil and pain," Zhang Hong sighed. Fate played cruel tricks.

A gifted soul shackled by flawed systems pained Zhang Hong, a cultivation devotee.

"Yeah, it was rough," Li Gang agreed. "But not that long—around half a month."

"Half a... half a month?!" Zhang Hong gaped. "You're pulling my leg?"

"Nope, serious. Half a month back, I was plain folk, just a bit stronger than most," Li Gang affirmed.

Wu Li chimed in, "True enough. Over half a month ago, thugs even pushed him around."

Zhang Hong had to accept it. In mere half a month, Li Gang vaulted from average joe to rivaling a fifth-layer Concentration Realm expert. This fellow outdid even Wang Yue in weirdness!

"Mind sharing your training way?" Zhang Hong urged, eyes alight. Spreading it could upend everything. Humanity might reclaim supremacy.

As the young master's man, Li Gang saw no reason to conceal and summed it up plainly, "Pretty straightforward: take hits repeatedly, heal up each time, and grow tougher."

"Hits?" Zhang Hong blinked in confusion. What technique was this? Half a month barely mended grave wounds. Was this guy fibbing?

Li Gang pressed on, "Yeah, I heal fast. Spiritual pills make even bad wounds mend in under thirty minutes."

"For real?" Zhang Hong scoffed inwardly. No such freak existed.

"Totally," Li Gang insisted. "Doubt it? Punch me. But go easy—killing me means no comeback."

Zhang Hong wouldn't risk slaying Li Gang, dooming himself too. Still, curiosity won; he landed a chest blow.

With a thud, Li Gang soared back over ten meters, slamming into the earth.

Zhang Hong grasped now why Wang Yue noted Li Gang's battle inexperience. He had none—didn't brace against the force or shift to lessen harm.

Wu Li paled in terror at the sight. She hurried to him, checking his state. Blood trickled from his mouth, face ashen, tearing her up inside as sobs escaped.

"Xiao Li, hold the tears. I'm okay," Li Gang soothed her. He popped a few pills from Wang Yue's stash and downed them.

Miao clan's elixirs worked wonders. With Li Gang's special build, color flooded his face swiftly. Soon, he rose, internal wounds vanished.

Even better, vigor surged through him stronger than prior.