My Co-renting Lady Boss-Chapter 1725 - 1724: You Go Protect Him
In the psychiatric hospital’s ward, the old madman clicked his tongue in wonder as he studied Tang Ming’s body, while Sun Zhuangjia stood by, gloating.
"Master, do you actually have any way to help me lift this damn seal?"
Tang Ming anxiously looked at the old madman.
"A trifling skill, how could... I can’t undo it, either."
The old madman thought for a moment, then looked at Tang Ming strangely: "This might be an opportunity for you. Let me help you adjust it a bit."
"What do you mean?"
Tang Ming looked at the old madman in confusion.
The old madman didn’t answer but began tapping on Tang Ming’s body like raindrops.
After more than ten minutes, the old madman stopped.
"Is it done?"
Tang Ming quickly checked his body, but found he still couldn’t engage in cultivation, though there were some energy reactions in both dantians.
"Hehe, your current body needs to cultivate simultaneously, to break through two seals at once. Only when you manage to break through both seals can you fully restore your cultivation."
The old madman looked at Tang Ming with a joyful smile.
"What do you mean?"
Tang Ming was still bewildered.
"It means you must now learn to multitask, running both dantians at once. Then, using the weak force within them, gradually break the internal seal. By the time you completely break the seal, you should be able to break through to the Martial General level."
The old madman stroked his beard, smiling slyly at Tang Ming.
"I have to operate both dantians at the same time?"
Tang Ming widened his eyes, looking pitifully at the old madman: "I’ve been cultivating for so long and still can’t multitask; when will I ever restore my cultivation this way?"
"That depends on when you fully grasp multitasking. Anyway, if you can’t shatter the seal inside, you’ll never recover your cultivation."
The old madman shrugged indifferently.
"This is pushing me to my grave."
Tang Ming looked like he was about to cry.
"People are forced to improve; you need to work hard."
The old madman chuckled, patting Tang Ming’s shoulder.
"Not necessarily, there’s always a C-section."
Sun Zhuangjia interjected earnestly.
"Get lost!"
Tang Ming glared at Sun Zhuangjia in annoyance; joking at a time like this wasn’t funny at all.
"Heh, useless."
Sun Zhuangjia sneered at Tang Ming.
"Master, how are your legs now? Although my cultivation is gone, my medical skill remains."
Tang Ming sighed, concerned as he asked the old madman.
"Recovering well. If nothing unexpected happens, I should return to normal by the end of the year."
The old madman patted his legs, looking at Tang Ming with emotion: "I really wish time would pass a little faster."
"That’s good. If you encounter any problems, contact me promptly. Disciples take their leave now."
Tang Ming nodded, dejectedly walking out.
"Go ahead! Cultivate well, I believe you can do it."
The old madman nodded, not saying much else.
"Junior Brother!"
As soon as Tang Ming stepped out, Sun Zhuangjia came over and slung an arm around his shoulder: "We haven’t seen each other in a while; we must spar properly."
"Damn it, my cultivation is gone; don’t take advantage of me."
Tang Ming’s expression changed slightly, watching Sun Zhuangjia vigilantly.
"You speak so distantly. Who are we as fellow disciples? Come, senior brother will take good care of you."
Sun Zhuangjia chuckled sinisterly, then...
Tang Ming almost crawled out of the psychiatric hospital, his face battered and bruised, as Sun Zhuangjia showed no mercy at all.
"Zhuangjia!"
When Sun Zhuangjia returned to the ward, the old madman said leisurely: "You don’t have to stay here with me anymore; follow your junior brother and protect his safety from the shadows."
"Huh? I protect him?"
Sun Zhuangjia frowned in displeasure.
"It’s normal for fellow disciples to squabble, but when something happens, you must work together."
The old madman nodded: "Your cultivation has reached half-step Martial General, while he has lost his. Should he be plotted against, as his senior, you must take care of him."
"Oh, oh, oh, then what about you?"
Sun Zhuangjia looked at the old madman with reluctance.
"I’ve regained feeling in my legs and can take care of myself. Your junior brother is a Huaxia Secret Technique inheritor and can’t be harmed. Even if you have to die, protect his safety for me."
The old madman commanded sternly.
"Master, rest assured. Although my junior brother and I don’t get along, as long as I have a breath left, I’ll ensure he’s unharmed."
Sun Zhuangjia respectfully saluted.
"Go, if he overcomes this calm, your junior brother will absolutely lead you to the pinnacle of martial arts."
The old madman nodded, looking expectantly towards the window.
A bruised and battered Tang Ming returned to school, covering his face as he walked to his dormitory, afraid of being seen in such a state, secretly wishing to tear Sun Zhuangjia to shreds.
"Oh dear, Tang Ming, what happened to you?"
At the entrance to the men’s dorm, a couple hugging each other suddenly blocked Tang Ming’s path.
"It’s you? Hugging and cuddling in public, not paying attention to the impact."
Tang Ming looked disapprovingly at Meng Xianjun and Ma Jiaran.
"We’re a normal couple, what’s wrong with being affectionate?"
Meng Xianjun pouted, puzzled as he looked at Tang Ming: "Did you get beaten up yesterday? Why do you look even worse?"
"None of your damn business."
Tang Ming snorted coldly, turning to walk towards the dorm.
"That guy’s really wound up."
Meng Xianjun said strangely, pouting.
"Darling, what happened to him yesterday, why is he so badly hurt?"
Ma Jiaran asked coyly.
"He got some revenge, got a little hurt."
Meng Xianjun chuckled, scooping Ma Jiaran up: "How about the thing I asked you to find out about?"
"Oh, you’re so annoying! Making me research other girls’ butts; isn’t this too much?"
Ma Jiaran pouted, acting coy.
"It’s of great importance, I need to know."
Meng Xianjun looked seriously at Ma Jiaran: "Help me out."
"It’s not that I’m not helping you, I just didn’t have the chance. Liu Mengting and Li Xiaoli are always together; even during showers, they won’t let me follow. I really can’t check if there are birthmarks on their butts."
Ma Jiaran sighed helplessly.
"Alright then! No rush, observe slowly. You’ll all live together for four years; you’ll find the chance eventually."
Meng Xianjun didn’t force it too much, "Let’s go; I’ll accompany you for a meal, then shopping for clothes."
"You’re the best."
Ma Jiaran was instantly cheerful.
Meng Xianjun smiled, though his eyes were full of disappointment.
Previously, he thought Lu Xiaolu was the person he was looking for, but after reporting to his family, they informed him the girl’s birthmark was on her butt, and it wasn’t a cloud shape. With no other choice, he had to continue investigating other eighteen-year-old girls from Songlan City.
