Du Sengming, the number one bodyguard beside Tarsen, is one of the top ten experts in all of Myanmar!
In those days, it was with his help that Tarsen narrowly escaped death from his relentless pursuers!
And Du Sengming, armed with only a wooden sword, caused the enemy's 3,000 soldiers to abandon their armor and flee in disarray!
To this day, no one knows to what level of power Du Sengming has reached after years of seclusion.
But Tarsen believes that once he emerges, no matter how many heads Jiang Feng has, they won't be enough to save him!
Lu Da nodded in response, "I will personally make the trip."
After saying this, Lu Da removed her golden robe, knelt before Tarsen, and relieved his frustrations.
...
Ten minutes later, Lu Da was fully dressed and left the hotel.
She drove a Toyota C-HR to a temple located in the outskirts of Neibi, at the foot of Bagan Mountain.
The temple, named Qingjing Temple, as the name suggests, is small with few monks, for the sake of tranquility.
Unlike the inner city's White Jade Buddha Temple and Mahabodhi Temple, this temple is much less impressive; so much so that without the knowledge of the terrain by locals, outsiders would be unaware of its existence.
Fortunately, Qingjing Temple itself does not rely on the alms of pilgrims for sustenance; it focuses on pure cultivation and leads a lifestyle akin to that of an ascetic monk.
However, due to becoming increasingly radical on this path, since the previous abbot passed away, all the monks have left, leaving only one person who locks himself inside day and night.
The person never leaves; not even to open the temple gates, isolating himself completely from the world, with no one knowing what he does inside.
At this time, Lu Da parked her car outside Qingjing Temple.
Stepping out in ten-centimeter pointed high-heeled sandals, Lu Da looked at the increasingly derelict temple gate and shook her head helplessly.
Then, she click-clacked her way forward, pushed open the temple gates, and headed straight to the main hall with familiarity.
The temple was in darkness, not a single incense stick was lit. If Lu Da were not certain that someone still practiced here, she might have suspected it was haunted.
Quickly, she entered the main hall, and by the moonlight seeping through the broken tiles above, she saw an almost skeletal monk sitting motionless in the lotus position in the center of the prayer mat, like a corpse.
Having not met anyone for a long time, the monk's beard and hair were wild and long, looking like a madman. His clothes were filthy, even worse than a beggar's, and a rancid, musty smell emanated from his unwashed body.
Pinching her nose, Lu Da stared lightly at the monk before her and said, "If I couldn't feel your breathing, I would have thought you were already dead! Is your practice about pushing your limits of survival?"
"The Buddha said: 'The external path is an ascetic practice, clinging to ego and greed, seeking worldly blessings and heavenly joys, this is the holy path.'" The monk spoke slowly, his voice hoarse and heavy, every syllable exuding a morbid atmosphere.
"Alright, I'm not interested in your ascetic doctrines. Du Sengming, the boss sent me to ask you, how much longer until you emerge? He needs you to take a trip out." Lu Da asked lightly.
"Me?" Upon hearing this, Du Sengming frowned: "With you five at his side, isn't it enough? Why need me to leave the temple?"
"You've been secluded here daily, you have no idea what's happening outside!"
Lu Da said lightly, "Currently, Young Master Ta Kun, Young Master Tasha are both dead! Young Master Talai was also captured by China's action department and has been executed!
The boss's four sons, except for the illegitimate Tadan, are almost no more!"
"And Basha, Hei Shan, Yefimovich, even Luo Jihan, went to China seeking revenge for the young masters, but all perished one by one, now only I remain!"
"What did you say?" Upon hearing this, Du Sengming abruptly opened his eyes, and a fierce chill erupted from his pupils, causing Lu Da to involuntarily shudder.
This moment, Du Sengming no longer had any traces of his former decrepit demeanor, emitting an extremely dangerous aura that was intimidating to behold!
"Who did it?" He asked coldly.
"Chinese Jiang Feng! A seemingly ordinary, yet extraordinary young man!"
Lu Da said, "His real identity is nothing more than a third-rate local security guard in Binhai, but in fact, he, like you, keeps a low profile! The three young masters and Basha underestimated him and suffered a huge loss at his hands!"
"Chinese people are just as insidious and cunning as always." Du Sengming smirked ferociously: "Concealing their strength, hiding their talents. However, it's deserving for Basha and others to lose to a young man, they've lived long enough to regress!"
"I've told you, don't underestimate that Chinese Jiang Feng, even if I take action, I may not be his match!" Lu Da frowned and said.
"You can go back and tell the boss, my Divine Skill will be perfected soon! By then, I'll need someone to test my sword on. I will personally go to China and bring back Jiang Feng's head to mourn the three young masters."
Du Sengming ignored her words, chuckling coldly!
...
That night, many things took place.
Far away in China's Nanzhe, on a small island in the middle of Taihu Lake.
In the quiet of night, four swift figures raced along the path towards a practice room at the back of the island.
Evidently, something important needed to be reported to their young master!
And their young master, Shangguan Wan'er, was in that practice room in seclusion.
Since the last time she vowed intensely to diligently practice to keep pace with Jiang Feng, Shangguan Wan'er successfully obtained the ominous remnant of the 'Ni Chang Divine Skill' from her mother.
These days, relying on cultivating the 'Ni Chang Divine Skill,' her progress was indeed rapid, with her inner strength improving by leaps and bounds.
But the remnants' side effects also appeared, making her cultivated inner strength extremely unstable!
At times, it would even cause her to stray off the meridian paths during practice, and if not for her strong willpower, she could have deviated, ruining her efforts many times.
However, having tasted the sweetness of rapid strength advancement, Shangguan Wan'er has not given up and continues to practice cautiously.
At this moment, because of the higher room temperature, she was only wearing a red embroidered silk belly band.
Her shapely figure was faintly visible, showing her fair and round shoulders, enticing armpits, and graceful collarbone. If seen by a man, it would certainly cause a nosebleed!
Her two long, smooth, jade-like legs were bare, with delicately carved feet crossed together, reinforcing her solid lower stance.
However, as she once again attempted to break through a critical meridian point, her body temperature rose rapidly, turning her entire skin an unnatural crimson, as if she were being roasted on a burning pyre!
Shangguan Wan'er's brow unconsciously furrowed and relaxed, showing her current disturbed state of mind.
Suddenly, hearing urgent footsteps outside, Shangguan Wan'er's consciousness was distracted at the crucial moment, subconsciously opening her eyes.
Then, unable to control herself, a sweet taste rushed up her throat, and with a "wow!!!" she spat out a mouthful of fresh blood!