My Silly, Sweet Wife

The ninety-ninth floor is the independent office of the president of the Azure Dragon Commerce.

It’s very difficult for outsiders to enter, except for Wang Xiong.

Moreover, this floor is over a thousand square meters, yet it has no decoration, making it seem incredibly spacious, but the various weapons around are dazzling.

At this moment, in the center of the ninety-ninth floor of the Azure Dragon Building, an old man resembling Wang Xiao was sitting cross-legged.

Although the old man looked quite aged, his hair and beard still shone black. If one didn’t look closely, he appeared to be about fifty years old.

Wang Xiong, dressed in white training clothes, stood surrounded by eighteen pillars.

On these pillars, eighteen women were bound.

Although none of the women were nation-destroying beauties, their aura was not weak, and they were all martial artists. The weakest among them had reached the level of a top-tier expert.

Among them was Wang Ying.

However, Wang Ying’s hands and feet were bound to a steel pillar, unable to move.

Inserted into the wrists of these women were medical tubes, through which red blood was slowly flowing into a bowl in front of Wang Xiong.

Although the blood dripped slowly, as time passed, the bowl was gradually filling up.

Seeing the bowl in front of him filled with blood, the old man quickly sealed the tubes, then picked up the bowl and drank the blood in one gulp.

As the blood was gulped down, wisps of mist rose from Wang Xiong’s head, and he seemed to become ethereal, like an immortal.

Once again sitting cross-legged, Wang Xiong closed his eyes and concentrated. Soon, a rumbling sound emerged from his body, like the low roll of thunder.

”Break!”

Opening his eyes, he suddenly waved his hand.

A white flash, as solid as substance, instantly cut through the ropes binding a woman nearby.

The woman, already in a half-conscious state, collapsed straight to the ground as the ropes fell away.

Wang Xiong didn’t glance at the woman, but lowered his head, looking at his hand with an uncontrollable fervor in his eyes.

”The Innate Realm, hahahaha, in just seven more days, I can truly step into the Innate Realm.” Feeling the elusive qi in his dantian, Wang Xiong seemed to become several years younger. He stood up slowly, glancing at a simple ancient book beside him.

No matter the material or style, the book looked exactly like the tattered scroll in Wang Xiao’s hand.

”Hmph, trying to use me as a vessel to store qi? You’re still a bit naive.” A sly look appeared in Wang Xiong’s eyes: ”If I’m correct, that old dog Wang Xiao must have gotten the same parchment scroll. But that old guy is too stubborn and doesn’t know how to adapt. This cultivation technique, although a fragment, can easily allow one to enter the Innate Realm if used well.”

Walking leisurely to a woman, he gently lifted her chin, looking at her face.

”Xiao Ying, don’t blame your second granduncle. After all, although Jinling is large, it’s not easy to find girls like you with pure bloodlines and strong martial arts talents. I had no choice but to capture you. Don’t worry, I only need your blood. If you’re still alive after these seven days, I’ll definitely let you go.”

Wang Ying’s face was pale, her consciousness blurred.

Seemingly hearing Wang Xiong’s words, she slowly opened her eyes, looking at Wang Xiong. After a long time, she uttered a sentence: ”Heaven’s justice can be deferred; self-inflicted evil cannot be survived. Practicing such evil arts; someone will deal with you.”

”Hahaha, hahaha, dear niece, your grandfather?” Wang Xiong laughed arrogantly: ”Right now, even your grandfather can’t protect himself. In this vast Jinling, who else but me dares to claim dominance? Don’t worry; Tianqiong has gone to the Jinling Royal Mansion and should be back soon. If I’m not mistaken, Wang Xiao is probably already dead, right?”

”Hahaha, hahaha, Xiao Ying, rest assured, your contribution to my entering the Innate Realm is significant. Once I take over the Jinling Royal Mansion, I’ll keep you like a caged bird, not taking your life. Provided you survive this seven-day period.”

”You, you are a demon...” Xiao Ying wanted to curse, but due to excessive blood loss, she fell unconscious again.

At this moment, the video phone at the door rang.

On the screen appeared a face of utmost respect: ”Father, do you have time now?”

Wang Xiong glanced at the video phone: ”Wait for me in the office, I’ll be right there.”

”Okay.” The caller quickly hung up.

Wang Xiong looked at the extremely weak women, ignored them, and left, entering the next floor.

In the office, Wang Tianqiong and Pang Quan were waiting anxiously.

Seeing Wang Xiong enter, both of them bowed their heads, not daring to breathe.

”Pang Quan, you’re here too?” Wang Xiong glanced at Pang Quan, quickly focusing on his arm. He frowned slightly: ”What’s with your arms?”

”President, I...” Pang Quan was extremely ashamed.

Being defeated by a snot-nosed kid was utterly disgraceful.

”Come here.” Seeing Pang Quan struggle to speak, Wang Xiong didn’t question further, instead beckoning him over.

Pang Quan’s face turned pale, and he kneeled on the ground, trembling: ”President, Ye Guichen threatened me; I had no choice! Please, don’t kill me, don’t kill me!”

”Come here!” Wang Xiong’s voice suddenly rose, scaring Pang Quan, who dared not disobey. He kneeled and moved closer to Wang Xiong, head down, trembling all over.

Wang Xiong ignored Pang Quan’s fear, lifting his hand and pressing it on Pang Quan’s shoulders.

Gray-black energy emanated from Wang Xiong’s hands, instantly entering Pang Quan’s shoulders.

Crack!

Simultaneously, a crisp sound came from Pang Quan’s broken arms.

Wang Tianqiong stood aside, dumbfounded.

Minutes later, Wang Xiong withdrew his hands.

Pang Quan, drenched in sweat, was about to express his gratitude when he suddenly realized his arms seemed to have healed.

Though not as flexible as before, they could move.

”President, this, is this qi? Have you entered the Innate Realm?” Pang Quan was overjoyed, looking at Wang Xiong in shock.

Wang Xiong nodded slightly: ”I’m just a step away, but now I have a small amount of qi.”

His words were full of pride.

”Congratulations, Father!”

Wang Tianqiong immediately knelt, bowing continuously.

Pang Quan, awakening from his daze, quickly followed suit.

Wang Xiong, immensely pleased, waved them off: ”Enough, what about the matter with Wang Xiao?”

At the mention of the Jinling Royal Mansion, Wang Tianqiong and Pang Quan’s faces darkened.

Seeing their expressions, Wang Xiong’s face also darkened: ”Speak!”

Wang Tianqiong, unable to lie, shivered and quickly said: ”Father, Wang Xiao, he’s not dead!”