Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 350 - 234_2

It should be known that the Dragon Elephant Wisdom Skill is the supreme Dharma Protecting Divine Skill of Esoteric Buddhism, divided into thirteen layers.

This Cultivation Technique is fierce and formidable, extremely dominating, with a very simple purpose: to enhance boxing strength, so-called overpowering ten abilities with one force.

Each level of the Dragon Elephant Skill grants the strength of one dragon and one elephant, equivalent to the force of a giant python plus an adult elephant, roughly estimated at about three tons.

If trained to the eighth layer, a single punch can exert an impact force of at least twenty tons, with a destructive power beyond ordinary imagination.

In today’s age of thin Spiritual Energy and technology, to purely rely on physical strength to reach such a degree is considered a regional overlord.

Even within Esoteric Buddhism, which pursues an indestructible Vajra body, such individuals are rare.

The Honorable contemplated in his heart, nodded slightly, choosing to trust Zha Xi’s judgment, and then asked:

"Do you know his background, perhaps he is part of other forces preparing to contend for the Holy Object?"

"Forgive the disciples’ incompetence. We were at a disadvantage then and had no capacity to investigate his origins closely."

Zha Xi’s face was full of guilt, and he immediately continued:

"However, with his help in questioning, we learned from Xu Sanduo that the Golden Benba Bottle has already fallen into the Lu Family’s hands."

"The Lu Family?"

Upon hearing this, the Honorable’s eyes behind the glasses narrowed slightly, seemingly weighing the credibility of these words.

Although he had been in the East Capital for less than a year, he had long heard of this old noble financial family’s reputation.

The Lu Family’s influence is deeply entrenched in both black and white worlds, with far-reaching connections. If they indeed obtained the Golden Benba Bottle, attempting to snatch it back would introduce significant uncertainties.

Zha Xi and Duo Ji stood still, not daring to act rashly, heads bowed and holding their breath, quietly awaiting further instructions from the Honorable.

Silence reigned in the grand hall, the only movement being the flickering candlelight, casting shadows of solemnity and apprehension on their faces.

After a long while, the Honorable asked again:

"And after that? Did you probe for any other news?"

Zha Xi felt a shiver at the question, understanding the Honorable’s intent to inquire whether he had verified the situation.

Thus, with head lowered and in a respectful tone, he replied:

"On our way back, the two of us specifically sought out familiar informants and inquired extensively, discovering that some recent actions of the Lu Family indeed appeared unusual, seemingly having caught the attention of several other forces in secret."

"Moreover, I received a piece of news from an underground Black Market trading point that someone is secretly spreading word that the collector of the Golden Benba Bottle intends to put it up at the annual international shadow auction."

"So, the likelihood of the Golden Benba Bottle being with the Lu Family is very high."

Duo Ji also stepped forward, his expression showing slight urgency, and said:

"Honorable, this Golden Benba Bottle rightfully belongs to our Black Sect; we absolutely cannot allow it to enter the auction, losing our face. If the sect leader learns of this, he might even blame us."

The Honorable nodded gently, a glint flashing in his eyes:

"The Lu Family... hmph, a dignified financial conglomerate, typically omnipotent in the East Capital, yet this time they let slip the news; perhaps there is an ulterior motive..."

He muttered to himself, fingers gently tapping on the Dharma Platform beneath him, as if pondering countermeasures.

After a while, he slowly spoke:

"Since being relegated to the East Capital to spread teachings a year ago, I have endured hardships, yet also fortunately received the God’s guidance."

"And now to learn of the emergence of the Golden Benba Bottle, it seems fate is favoring me. If I can seize this Holy Object and bring it back, it will certainly help me regain a firm foothold within the sect, and upon returning to the Snowy Domain in the future, maybe I could even vie for the position of Dharma-raja with this achievement!"

The Honorable stood up, his towering figure appearing ever more majestic under the candlelight.

"This Golden Benba Bottle relates to the inheritance of the Dharma lineage, key to initiating various rituals and restoring the influence of the Black Sect, something I am determined to obtain. Since all parties have already moved at this news, we cannot sit idly by either."

With a sharp gaze sweeping over the two, the Honorable continued:

"Zha Xi, Duo Ji, continue to monitor the activities around over the next few days, especially keeping an eye on the Lu Family. Report back immediately with any news, and once the timing is right, we will take action; even if it’s a dragon’s pool or a tiger’s den, we must retrieve the Golden Benba Bottle for the sect."

"As long as you serve faithfully, I will not treat you poorly. Once I ascend to the Dharma-raja seat, you two will become the left and right protectors."

"At your command, Honorable!"

Zha Xi and Duo Ji responded in unison, with clasped hands, eyes filled with fervor.

The Honorable waved a hand:

"You may leave, and prepare well."

The two withdrew with a bow, and the grand hall returned to silence.

Only the Honorable remained standing on the Dharma Platform, gazing out into the night beyond the window, as if still pondering something.

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The hotel room.

The crystal chandelier hung like an upside-down tree of stars, casting a brilliant canopy of light.

The modular stereo system played soothing classical music, like a gently flowing stream.

"Creak."

The heavy and exquisite glass door of the bathroom was pushed open, and the steam carrying post-bath relaxation wafted out together.

Fang Cheng walked out barefoot, with only a towel wrapped around him, revealing his firm and well-defined chest muscles.

His hair was wet, with a few strands falling over his forehead, adding a touch of laziness and casualness.

The lighting in the room was adjusted to a perfect warm yellow, neither glaring nor overly dim, creating a cozy and luxurious ambiance.

The melodious tunes gently echoed around, as if he were in a serene music hall.

Fang Cheng strolled to the window, and the electric curtains slowly slid open to reveal a full-length window.

The lush view of the hotel garden met his eyes, with flowers of various colors seeming to be covered with a light veil.

Looking into the distance, Yulong Lake appeared like a giant mirror, reflecting a gentle silver light, embracing the starry sky and hazy moonlight.

Such poetic scenery was a feast for the eyes, utterly refreshing.

After indulging in it for a moment, Fang Cheng turned around, his gaze falling on the dining cart.

The supper he ordered had already been delivered by a waiter.

A few steaks had just been cooked not long ago and were still sizzling, with the rich aroma of meat filling the air.

Fang Cheng pinched a piece with his fingers and directly put it into his mouth.

His sharp teeth cut through the steak, causing the juices to burst in his mouth, prompting him to chew more eagerly, his cheeks bulging in response.

Swallowing it down within a few bites, a look of satisfaction appeared on his face.

Fang Cheng then picked up a bottle of wine worth thousands of yuan, uncorked it directly, and drank it like mineral water, gulping it down.

After taking a hefty drink, he wiped his lips and hummed contentedly:

"This is what enjoying life is all about..."

Having money in the future, having a room permanently booked in a hotel seems to be quite nice indeed.

The thought flashed by, causing Fang Cheng to laugh at himself.

He used to say his uncle made a fortune and spent money lavishly, and now he had become just like that.

Perhaps it was indeed true that you are influenced by the company you keep.

But money, once earned, is meant to be spent; being a penny-pincher is certainly not a good thing.

Fang Cheng calculated in his mind that once he successfully sold those few antiques, he could first buy a car for commuting.

Having a car would make going to work or handling business outside more convenient, and he could take the opportunity to practice his driving skill, killing two birds with one stone.

However, this matter couldn’t be rushed; it would take at least another week or two.

Thinking of the antiques brought a slightly serious look to Fang Cheng’s face.

After the incident yesterday afternoon, he advised Xu Sanduo to temporarily close the shop and lay low for a while.

After all, when those two Lamas spoke in the language of the Snowy Plateau, Fang Cheng clearly heard that they seemed to have some big figure called the Honorable behind them.

The Golden Benba Bottle had an extraordinary origin and involved too many powers; a small antique dealer like Xu Sanduo, once caught in this, might be utterly swallowed.

Even for Fang Cheng himself, dealing with such an intricate situation, he couldn’t guarantee a complete escape.

While pondering, Fang Cheng’s gaze outside the floor-to-ceiling window suddenly froze, as if something had caught his attention.

He saw his uncle outside the hotel door, looking hurried as he headed towards a black business car parked not far away.

Through the car window, he could vaguely see the people inside—men and women, of different appearances.

Some sat upright while others whispered to each other, emanating a sense of mystery.

One of them, an elderly man with round-frame glasses, seemed to be the mysterious visitor who appeared in Master Lin’s shop a few days ago.

Fang Cheng frowned slightly.

Although they had only met once, he remembered clearly.

Could they be his uncle’s business partners?

As he was speculating secretly, a deep and powerful engine roar reached his ears.

Turning his head to look, a sleek red sports car entered his vision.

The beauty driving the sports car was bright and captivating, with a gentle gaze—it was Lin Chuqiao.

She drove the sports car at a leisurely pace, following the business car onto West Lake Road, disappearing into the night soon after.