The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 565: As if a Heavy Burden Has Been Lifted

Under Iron Head’s leadership, slaps echoed from the yard in quick succession.

The movements were uniform and even had a sense of rhythm.

Er Lv and Wang Youde stood dumbstruck, and Yang Cuihua, hiding inside the house, also had her eyes wide open.

None of them understood how the previously ferocious thugs had suddenly turned into this state.

Could Long Fei be able to perform magic?

All three of them sized up Long Fei, their hearts pounding with shock.

Wang Xiaoya was amused by their comical actions and pulled Long Fei, signaling him to let it be.

Iron Head was too honest; his mouth was already streaked with blood.

Long Fei nodded and commanded Iron Head, "Enough, I accept your grand gesture. You can go now, just stay away from this house in the future."

Iron Head and the brothers looked as if they’d been pardoned and asked Long Fei, "What about Hong Ye?"

Long Fei said, "Don’t worry, I will speak well of you to Hong Ye."

Iron Head excitedly kowtowed repeatedly and quickly stood up with his brothers.

He grabbed Er Lv and asked Long Fei, "What should we do with this scumbag?"

Er Lv begged for mercy, "Please spare my life, big brother. Uncle Wang, say something for me, please?"

Wang Youde scolded, "Pah, you were pretty arrogant just now! I’m not dealing with you; they can do whatever they want!"

Er Lv immediately went limp with fear and wet himself as he cried out, "Uncle Wang, Uncle Wang..."

His pleas were cut short as Iron Head covered his mouth and pulled him away.

Just a moment ago, he was gleefully waiting to see Long Fei’s family meet misfortune, but the situation had changed drastically.

This boss who once dominated Suburb County behaved like a grandson meeting his grandfather upon seeing Long Fei.

Long Fei shook his head and had Wang Xiaoya get three hundred thousand yuan from the trunk.

He handed the money to Wang Youde and instructed, "Uncle, I won’t say much else. If you still wish to live in this village, distribute some of this three hundred thousand to each of Er Lv and the others, saying it’s a refund from me. If you plan to move into the city and want to break ties with them, then just keep the money for yourselves!"

Wang Youde hesitated for a moment, took the money, and stared at the stacks of bills as he gulped in secret.

Three hundred thousand yuan, with each of Cao Gang and his group able to take sixty thousand.

It’s unheard of to refund gambling debts, but Long Fei was right—they had won so much this time.

Cao Gang and his group must be at their wit’s end, and who knows what craziness they might come up with in the future, possibly troubling his family.

After some thought, he decided to keep one hundred thousand for himself and returned two hundred thousand to them.

This way, he could also do them a favor and profit from the situation.

He used to be wealthy, but now Long Fei had completely emptied his pockets.

Long Fei and Wang Xiaoya didn’t linger and bid farewell to Wang Youde and his wife before driving back to the city.

Wang Xiaoya hugged Wang Youde and Yang Cuihua, gratefully telling them that she would always be their daughter.

Only then did Mr. and Mrs. Wang Youde feel at ease, whether it was out of affection or their current reliance on Wang Xiaoya; they couldn’t bear to let go of their daughter.

On the way, Wang Xiaoya asked Long Fei, "How can I get the cauldron out of my storage ring?"

Long Fei shook his head and said, "It won’t be easy, you must break through to the Enlightenment Realm and open your Divine Sea first."

He could transfer spiritual power to Wang Xiaoya, but without a Divine Sea to hold it,

a powerful energy entering her brain would only result in it exploding.

Biting her lip, Wang Xiaoya resolved, "I must practice hard to return to that world and find my mother!"

"I support you."

Long Fei smiled as he patted her head.

She asked Long Fei, "How can I cultivate faster?"

Long Fei thought and then said, "Call An Xiaoke over, and I will teach her the rules of alchemy. Even if she can’t make pills, she can still refine medicinal soups. After drinking them, just practice Qi Refinement meditation every day. As long as there are enough cultivation resources, coupled with your hard work, increasing your cultivation level won’t be a problem."

"Okay, then I’ll contact Little Ke!"

Before they arrived home, Wang Xiaoya made a call to An Xiaoke.

She was anxious in her heart, wanting to find her biological mother, not knowing if she was still alive or how she was faring.

As a daughter, she couldn’t bear the hardships for her mother.

Wang Xiaoya suddenly felt a surge of heartache, feeling like she couldn’t do anything and was as useless as trash.

She resolved to cultivate diligently. After all, the clothing store’s business could go on without her; she only needed to check the accounts once a month.

Long Fei drove home, and at the door stood a girl wearing a blue vintage linen dress with fish-scale braids and a face of pure beauty, waiting.

He and Wang Xiaoya got out of the car and greeted her with a smile.

An Xiaoke stepped forward, respectfully bowed to Long Fei, and said, "Greetings, Master!"

"Good, good!"

Long Fei was a bit embarrassed by her greeting and opened the door, inviting her and Wang Xiaoya inside.

After sitting down, he asked An Xiaoke, "How’s the elixir preparation coming along with the recipe I taught you?"

"Is this a test, Master?"

An Xiaoke narrowed her eyes, full of confidence.

At the Hundred Herbs Hall, she had wasted millions worth of medicinal herbs in repeated trials. It made her grandfather, An Taiyan, flush with red ears every day from an excess of Essential Qi, to the point where he even considered finding a partner.

With such practice, how could she not be confident?

"Consider it a test," he said with a smile and then waved his hand to produce a pile of Qi-replenishing herbs, instructing An Xiaoke, "Prepare a Qi-replenishing soup for me to see."

"Sure, no problem!"

An Xiaoke immediately stood up, her small hand weighed the herbs without needing a scale, and she deftly gathered the right amounts for the Qi-replenishing soup according to the proportions.

Long Fei nodded in satisfaction, thinking she really had learned quite a lot.

Wang Xiaoya watched from the side and asked Long Fei to explain it to her as well.

As the daughter of the Sect Leader of the Alchemy Cauldron Sect and born into a Noble Family of pills, it would be a huge failure if she did not understand these basics.

Perhaps it was the power of bloodline; Long Fei explained it once, and she was actually able to remember all the formulae.

Seeing her potential, Long Fei thought to himself that he might as well teach Wang Xiaoya alchemy in the future.

The task was not laborious, and there was no need for battlefield killing. Moreover, this profession was highly respected in the Cultivation World.

He fetched a book on pill-making and instructed Wang Xiaoya to read it first and to ask him anytime she had questions.

Shortly after, a fragrant medicinal scent wafted from the living room.

A "ding" sounded from the kitchen, where An Xiaoke had finished boiling the Qi-replenishing soup.

The Essential Qi inside it roared like dragons and tigers, and just by listening, one could sense the immense power it contained.

She poured it into a bowl and brought it out for Long Fei to inspect.

Long Fei took a sip and found the heat perfectly controlled; it was almost indistinguishable from the soup he would prepare.

An Xiaoke stared with wide eyes, looking like a primary school student waiting anxiously for her teacher’s evaluation.

Putting down the ladle, Long Fei smiled and praised, "Not bad, you’ve put in the effort."

An Xiaoke let out a long breath, her excitement almost bringing her to tears.

It wasn’t just effort; she had hidden away in the pharmacy for many days.

Aside from brewing medicinal soups, that was all she did; she didn’t even have time to go shopping.

Persistence pays off; at last, she had earned Long Fei’s approval.

Long Fei looked at her with contentment; among those he taught, An Xiaoke was indeed the most serious.

He glanced at Wang Xiaoya, who was ambitiously immersing herself in cultivation, and felt even more at ease, as if he had shed a burden.

Now that she had a goal, she no longer had to dwell on the entanglements of love.

Long Fei was relieved that he did not have to make an immediate choice, sparing everyone’s feelings.

He was proud of his own wit, thinking that if Lin Yingying were to clamor for an opportunity, he could guide her down the path of cultivation as well.

Young people should cultivate more; what need is there to talk of love?

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