The Invincible Strongest Student

Chapter 1168: Chapter 1168: You’re Not Being Honest

No one wants to spend too much time with this old man with a twisted mind, not for any particular reason but just because it feels awkward.

It’s not just Wang Sicong; Wang Sijing feels the same way, which is why she didn’t come along today.

Wang Sicong stood up from the sofa, a smile playing on his lips, and said, ”Mr. Kun, please rest here. I have some matters to attend to, so I need to head out.”

Kun Yun waved his hand, signaling him to do as he pleased.

Wang Sicong didn’t like the old man, and Kun Yun didn’t like this young playboy either. Both preferred to avoid each other.

But as Wang Sicong reached the door, Kun Yun called out to him, ”What are you going to do? You haven’t completed today’s training, have you?”

People value freedom, and dislike being constrained. Wang Sicong was like this before, and now, with his considerable strength, even more so.

Still wearing his signature smile, Wang Sicong turned and said, ”Let’s postpone today’s training. Seeing Wang Sijing every day makes me sick. I know you keep a lot from us, but can’t we just mind our own business?”

Kun Yun dismissed it with a snort, indifferent.

”But you have to understand me; we’re both men, with needs that must be met. I’ve been holding back for so long, if I don’t release soon, I’m going to get sick,” said Wang Sicong with a wink. ”Mr. Kun, might you teach me some of your Dual Cultivation secrets? I also want to be strong and vigorous at your age.”

The words greatly pleased Kun Yun, though his expression remained calm, and he replied with a faint smile, ”You’ll have no problem living two to three hundred years with your current ability, so your physicality won’t be lacking. As for the Dual Cultivation technique, let’s wait a little. I advise you not to seek out women for a while, preserve some vitality.”

”If you teach me the Dual Cultivation technique now, how would that waste vitality?”

”It wouldn’t, actually. Dual Cultivation is the cultivation of both body and soul. It doesn’t waste vitality.”

Wang Sicong’s eyes gleamed with excitement, and he said joyfully, ”Mr. Kun...”

Before he could finish, Kun Yun waved his hand and said, ”I can teach you, but I have a condition: every night, I want more than five maidens sent here, clean and tidy. Any problem with that?”

Damn, five every day?

This old bastard really knows how to waste lives!

Internally cursing the old man’s ancestors, Wang Sicong maintained a smiling face, ”Mr. Kun, you’re too kind. Meeting this request is no problem at all.”

”Good, then go find them now,” Kun Yun said.

”Huh?”

”Why are you still standing there? I said go! How else would I teach you, with us two men?”

Wang Sicong broke into a sweat; isn’t there supposed to be some sort of manual or pamphlet for this kind of thing? Does it really have to be taught face-to-face?

Mr. Wang could naturally accept this method since he used to compete with his buddies when playing with women.

”I didn’t plan well; I’ll get on it,” he said.

...

Three days later at 5 PM, Jiahui Hotel.

Calling it a hotel, it’s really a private club; today, the entrance of Jiahui Hotel was lined with luxury cars and RVs, looking almost like a small car exhibition.

There were no car models to be seen, but various middle-aged men in branded clothing and dashing young men in suits, most accompanied by captivating and alluring female companions.

These are the bosses and young scions, holding significant networks and funds. In Kanyue City, there’s no shortage of wealthy people.

There were also some handsome men and beautiful women, each followed by an assistant. These are the artists often seen on screen.

The male artists were fairly conservatively dressed, but the female artists dressed more liberally — it’s only May, yet they’re flaunting arms, legs, backs, and chests, intent on showing as much as possible, quite enticing to behold.

Everyone held glasses of red wine, smiling and exchanging pleasantries as if they had endless topics to discuss.

Today’s reception was organized by several entertainment industry bosses and directors, with a large group gathered for a ’reason.’ Whatever the topic — business, collaboration — everyone was joyous.

Wang Sicong is now a significant figure in the entertainment circle and can attend these gatherings freely. However, he neither discussed business nor collaborations, instead lounging on a sofa in a cozy corner with a group of women flaunting their charms, bantering and drinking, creating a rather suggestive scene.

Wang Sicong has frequented these environments since childhood and is naturally at ease.

Typically, he would choose two or three to take home. But today, he wasn’t in the mood, waving them off after a few jokes, as today wasn’t about these ordinary women.

After one group of beauties left, a woman, bigger than most men, approached him. Dressed in a sharp OL outfit, she looked awkwardly both soft and strong.

The woman leaned slightly, smiling, and said, ”Mr. Wang.”

Seeing her made Wang Sicong laugh, visibly pleased.

”Tong, how’s the job going?” Wang Sicong asked.

The person in front of him was Jiang Pan Die’s manager, Tong.

She was actually ten years older than Wang Sicong, but that’s how society works — money and power command respect, and calling her ’Tong’ was already polite.

Tong glanced at Wang Sicong, amazed by his massive change, curious yet not daring to inquire.

”Almost done. Right now, she’s discussing the MV with Mr. Yu. Once the gathering ends, I’ll bring Pandie to you,” Tong said, smiling brighter than ever, like she’s marrying off a daughter.

After she finished, Wang Sicong’s smile faded, and he said blandly, ”Still have to wait till it ends?”

Tong chuckled, ”The party just began; leaving now wouldn’t be suitable. Besides, the drugs haven’t kicked in yet.”

”Fine, you can go back,” Wang Sicong waved dismissively. But as Tong turned to leave, he called out, ”Wait, come back.”

Tong immediately put on her smile again and approached; she had no choice — these young masters loved ordering people around, much like how Jiang Pan Die’s life was before fame.

”I heard lately Pandie and that kid Lin Tian have been hanging out a lot? They seem quite close, right?” Wang Sicong asked.

Tong’s face changed; she quickly said, ”No way, I’m with Pandie every day. How could Lin Tian possibly have a chance?”

”Tong, you’re being dishonest,” Wang Sicong said, crossing his legs, his face showing some displeasure.