Chapter 1702: 0031: The Power of Bloodline 3

Chapter 1702: Chapter 0031: The Power of Bloodline 3

Having given himself a second blow, Wang Yue fell into a state of gloom, feeling like a loser in life.

However, being a teenager, he had an optimistic mindset and quickly regained his fighting spirit—so what if he couldn’t reach them? He could just use a little stool and still make them call out in pleasure!

Su Mengqing had no idea how dramatic Wang Yue’s thoughts were. She was happy and also came up with a name for her new move.

“Ren’ai Di Yue Wang?” Hearing the name of his aunt’s move, Wang Yue thought it was even weirder than his own “Eight-Level Gale.”

But it made sense: Su Mengqing’s weapon was a spear, the king of all weapons. The way of the king is invincible through benevolence, meaning her benevolent way could rival that of Yue Fei, the Yue King.

Of course, that was just the surface explanation. The real meaning had to be read backward: Wang Yue’s lover!

Wang Yue was deeply moved and didn’t care if it made him look childish anymore. He hugged Su Mengqing tightly and whispered, “Auntie, I love you!”

As a result, he looked like a child seeking comfort in an adult’s arms, rather than a man holding a woman.

After learning the move, the two set off on their way back. After passing through the fortress and undergoing a thorough inspection, they drove back to Jinling.

Wang Yue didn’t part ways with his aunt but accompanied her to the Jinling Martial Artists Association.

Having lived two lives, he had never been to this place before and was eager to see it for himself.

The Adventurers Association was a vast organization. In the entire Martial Artists Alliance, at least ninety percent of the independent cultivators had registered with it, and even many martial artists from various families and forces were members.

So-called independent cultivators referred to those martial artists who did not join any force or establish a family. They were generally the fortunate ones who, as ordinary people, had obtained benefits from the beast tribes.

Once these individuals acquired cultivation methods and techniques and achieved success in their cultivation, they could register with the Martial Artists Alliance to obtain the status of a martial artist.

With the status of a martial artist, no family or force could seize what the independent cultivators had, at least not openly.

Independent cultivators could also take on disciples, but they had to register with the Martial Artists Alliance, and the total number of their disciples and grand-disciples could not exceed ten. If they exceeded this limit, they would face severe punishment.

In short, the vested interests of the martial cultivation system had always been deliberately controlling the number of martial artists.

The Jinling Adventurers Association was just a branch of the Adventurers Association, yet it occupied an entire building with more than ten floors.

As the two entered the building, everyone they encountered respectfully greeted Su Mengqing.

At this moment, Su Mengqing had none of the coquettish demeanor she had shown while being pleasured by Wang Yue. She was radiant and exuded the awe-inspiring aura of a warrior goddess.

She took Wang Yue to the president’s office on the top floor. Before Su Mengqing could call anyone, four figures rushed in.

“President.”

“Captain.”

“Sister Qing.”

The four greeted her simultaneously, then asked in unison, “Are you alright?”

Su Mengqing smiled faintly, “I’m fine. My injuries have already healed. Let me introduce you all to my nephew, Wang Yue.”

“Hello, young master Wang,” the four greeted Wang Yue respectfully.

“Hello, four elder sisters,” Wang Yue sweetly greeted them in return. He had been so preoccupied with his aunt yesterday that he had not noticed until now that all four of her teammates were women, and all of them were beautiful.

Although they were not as stunning as his aunt or the beauties of the Wang family, they were still good-looking enough to earn an 85 out of 100 from Wang Yue’s perspective.

“Yue’er, these are my comrades-in-arms and partners, Hong Ling, Bai Yan, Lv Bo, and Zi Yun,” Su Mengqing introduced them one by one to Wang Yue.

As Su Mengqing introduced them, Wang Yue took a good look at each of them.

The four women’s clothing colors matched their names perfectly.

Hong Ling, in her red combat suit, was around thirty years old. She exuded a fiery aura, with bright red lips, ample breasts, and a curvy figure, truly a top-notch mature woman.

Bai Yan, in her white combat suit, appeared to be in her late twenties. She had a petite figure and moved with the lightness of a sparrow, truly living up to her name.

Lv Bo, around twenty-three or twenty-four years old, seemed delicate and frail. She wore a light green combat suit and had a very pure appearance, like a clear and transparent pool of water.

Zi Yun was the youngest, looking under twenty years old. She wore a purple combat suit and had a very lively and adorable demeanor.

All four were beautiful women, each with their own unique charm. As for their cultivation levels, since they did not display any martial arts, Wang Yue could not tell.

In this world, martial artists did not have the ability to see through others’ cultivation levels at a glance. Only those with extensive experience could make a rough judgment based on certain movements.

After they got to know each other, Su Mengqing immediately asked about what had happened after Wang Yue had taken her away yesterday.

It turned out that shortly after Wang Yue left with Su Mengqing, a Tianyuan-stage powerhouse suddenly arrived. With the giant cheetah already severely injured, they quickly dispersed the beast horde.

As for who that Tianyuan-stage powerhouse was, neither the four women nor the military personnel recognized him. After saving them, he left gracefully.

Wang Yue now understood why, in his previous life, his aunt had been saved even without his intervention. It was clear that Hong Ling and the others had fought desperately to hold off the giant cheetah until the arrival of the Tianyuan-stage powerhouse.

“Sister Qing, who was the person that saved you yesterday?” After recounting the events of the previous day, the four women’s curiosity was piqued, and the youngest, Zi Yun, asked.

Su Mengqing glanced at Wang Yue and smiled faintly, “I have no idea. The person was masked. He took me away from the battlefield and healed my injuries before leaving. He didn’t say a word when I asked him anything.”

“Ah, what a pity. A hero saving a beauty,” Hong Ling sighed and laughed, “If that person had stayed, perhaps Sister Qing would have given herself to him in gratitude.”

“I don’t think so. Although that person was powerful, he wasn’t as tall as Sister Qing. They wouldn’t match,” Bai Yan said, then glanced at Wang Yue, “Come to think of it, that person’s build was quite similar to Young Master Wang’s.”

Su Mengqing smiled slightly, “Perhaps it really was him. Who knows if this young man wasn’t just pretending to be mysterious?”

The four women burst into laughter. Wang Yue was only fifteen years old; there was no way he could have such a high cultivation level. They couldn’t believe it even if they were told.

Adventurers, without the support of a family or force, must practice even harder to maintain their prowess. After confirming that Su Mengqing was fine and chatting for a while, Hong Ling and the others took their leave to continue their cultivation.