Chương 143: Mengmeng Wants to Become an Immortal

The Black Iron Stronghold. Returning to his villa, leaving Mengmeng to play around in the room as it pleased, Song Que closed his eyes and began to comprehend his gains from today's battles. A week had passed since he thrashed Dong Zheng and Lu Tianxiong. True to his word, Boss Song had hidden inside the Black Iron Stronghold and hadn't shown his face since. Staying here wasn't boring.

As long as Xiong Ba wasn't busy escorting goods, the three of them—Song Que, Old Nie, and the foolish Bear—would continuously spar and exchange pointers to increase their experience. Naturally, it was Grandee Song fighting his two underlings alone. However, Nie Feng was a genuine Fourth-Grade martial artist, and Xiong Ba's physical strength exceeded two Bear forces, not to mention he simultaneously cultivated several extraordinary martial arts. Their combined 'twin swords' truly put immense pressure on Song Que.

All three possessed thick skin and sturdy flesh, so there was no need to hold back too much during combat. They went all out, and in just a few days, everyone gained significant insights. Of course, the one who benefited the most was Song Que. He used the Tie Family Hammer Art to counter Xiong Ba's Tie Family Hammer Art, and the Five Elements World-Suppressing Fist to clash with Nie Feng's Five Elements World-Suppressing Fist.

Absorbing their experience and combining it with his own comprehension, Grandee Song had elevated these martial skills to the 'threshold of mastery' (minor accomplishment) in just a few short days, bringing him immense joy. The ancestors were right: combat is the fastest way to improve one's martial arts! In the future, I must spar with others more often. I can't just hole up in a corner and build a cart behind closed doors; there's no future in that!

With his eyes tightly closed, he mentally rehearsed the Five Elements Fist and the Tie Family Hammer Art several times from beginning to end. Only when he had completely digested today's gains did Song Que open his eyes in satisfaction.... Seeing that Boss Song had finished his cultivation, the little fellow Mengmeng, who had been playing in a pile of books, didn't hesitate to immediately rush over and pester him.

Helplessly rubbing its small head, Song Que instructed:"Mengmeng, don't play with my books from now on. Be careful not to tear them." Squeak, squeak... squeak... I wasn't playing! I was reading! Mengmeng 'said'. Boss Song found this amusing:"You little fellow don't even know half a word, yet you dare boast about reading?" Squeak... squeak... squeak... you can insult my person... er, no, my fox character, but you cannot doubt this King's intellect! Mengmeng was furious.

"Alright, then read a passage for this Young Master to hear. If you can do it, I will reward you handsomely!" In a good mood, Grandee Song didn't mind playing along with it. Hearing this, Mengmeng hopped off his shoulder in a huff, ran to the desk, picked up a book, and opened it to read. Yo, its acting is quite convincing! I wonder if it's holding the book upside down? Squeak squeak... Learning without learning, cultivating without cultivating, remaining peaceful in the center, not leaning to either side.

Not leaving or staying, not holding or abandoning, not happy or sad, not living or dying, not past or present—that is true enlightenment and liberation... Holy jumping mother of god! This time, Boss Song was severely shocked. His mind in turmoil, he didn't even pay attention to what the fox continued to squeak. Is this really Mengmeng?! Could it be possessed by some demon or ghost?! Or is it a member of the Demonic Cult using some secret technique to spy on my secrets?!

Song Que couldn't help but grow incredibly paranoid. He quickly stepped forward, ignoring the little fellow's protests, grabbed it by the scruff of the neck, and lifted it up. Squeak squeak... what are you doing?! Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon. Bastard Master, where are you looking?! Stop! What is your hand trying to do?! Help! Husky! Everyone! Come save this King! Mengmeng was on the verge of tears, struggling fiercely and squeaking loudly.

"Who are you?! Where is Mengmeng?!" Boss Song widened his eyes and shouted. Bastard, stop playing dumb! Release this King immediately! Hmph, still acting tough! Grandee Song sneered. Wasn't the Tesseract the nemesis of ghosts and spirits? Orange lightning arcs immediately crackled in Boss Song's other hand. Crackle... Master... Master... what are you intending to do?! Seeing this terrifying scene, the fox panicked and struggled frantically. SQUEAAAAKKK!!

Taking the full brunt of Boss Song's lightning strike, Mengmeng's fur immediately stood on end, its coat charred black while its insides were thoroughly jolted numb!" Boss Song stared intently at the little fellow's transformation, but aside from its frantic struggling and screaming, there was no difference. Only then did he slowly retract his hand. Looking at Mengmeng—whose fur was curled and emitted a faint smell of burnt meat, but was otherwise unchanged—Song Que frowned and asked:"Are you really Mengmeng?"

This time, how could the Fire Fox dare to delay? With teary eyes, it nodded like a pestle pounding garlic. Damn, looking at this appearance, it must be real. Grandee Song was still somewhat skeptical:"How do you know how to read? Who taught you?" As he spoke, the lightning in his hand crackled again, scaring Mengmeng half to death. It hastily squeaked out the whole story from beginning to end.... It turned out that when this Fire Fox was still in Giant Willow Village, it liked to wander around.

Once, it accidentally saw Teacher Xu teaching the children how to read and write. Out of curiosity, it stayed to watch and found it very interesting. As a fox with lofty ideals, enriching its knowledge was indispensable! From then on, Mengmeng regularly attended the classes. Before long, it had stolen about four or five tenths of the knowledge in Old Xu's head. Because of this, even though the sentences in these books were obscure and difficult to understand, it could still manage to read them.

Hearing this fellow's explanation, Boss Song was left speechless. He knew his animals were very intelligent and spiritual, with Mengmeng being exceptionally cunning. But for its intellect to reach this level was simply too monstrous! Damn it, won't it turn into a real fox spirit in the future?! Seeing the dangerous glint in its Master's eyes, Mengmeng instinctively shrank back, wrapping its long tail around its front to cover its body. Song Que curled his lips.

Having confirmed that the fox was genuine, he breathed a sigh of relief and safely put it down.

"Hehehe, you little fellow aren't bad! You aren't completely useless! At least you have a bright spot. What do you plan to do by reading books?" Seeing its lecherous Master's surprise, Mengmeng proudly lifted its head and snorted: This King wants to cultivate! In the future, when I attain the Dao and become an immortal, I will take that mixed-feathered bird Lightning as my mount, have those two ugly black horses pull my carriage, and that stupid dog Husky... hmph, I'll make him the gatekeeper...

Hearing this Fire Fox's delusional dreams, Boss Song couldn't help but burst into laughter. This, naturally, earned him an angry glare from Mengmeng. He didn't bother arguing with this crazy creature; as long as it was fine, that was enough. Feeling a mental fluctuation, Song Que shooed it away, closed his eyes, and received the information transmitted from his soul fragment. Mengmeng:... I feel like I forgot something? Getting shocked completely slipped my mind.

Scratching its head, it ultimately couldn't remember and ran off feeling depressed. It had completely forgotten about the handsome reward Boss Song had promised earlier.... Before fleeing to the Black Iron Stronghold, Song Que had instructed the people at Plum Manor that if anything came up, they should just write a letter, place it in the courtyard, and tie a red silk ribbon to the roof as a signal. Lightning would see it and come to retrieve the letter itself.

The last time Li Hui came to deliver news, he used this method. Today, Boss Song had another matter to attend to. This time, it was from Zhong Hong. Retrieving the letter through his spatial storage, Song Que sat in a chair and carefully read it. It turned out Brother Hong was reporting that the people from the Yun family had delivered the medicinal herbs and ores he had ordered today, and they were currently stored in his room.

Furthermore, in recent days, the number of people coming to register with the Shunfeng Escort Agency out of admiration for Boss Song was like a continuous stream. Their quality was quite good. Unsure of how to handle it, Zhong Hong wanted to ask for his opinion. Pondering for a moment, Song Que summoned Nie Feng for a discussion.

"Young Master! Were you looking for me?" Hearing the summons while regulating his breath in his room, Nie Feng hurried over.

"Have a seat, Old Nie. Read this letter first." Picking up the letter to read, Nie Feng smiled and cupped his hands a moment later:"Congratulations, Young Master! With so many people coming to join you, the Shunfeng Escort Agency will soon become a major gang in Qinghe County, able to sit as equals with the Golden Snake and Fierce Tiger Gangs." Smiling, Grandee Song shook his head and spoke:"It's a good thing, but you've seen the contents of the letter.

Among those who came out of admiration, there is no shortage of martial artists. There are even Third-Grade experts, and three Second-Grade experts! With such strength, if Xiong Ba or I aren't around, no one at Shunfeng can suppress these people. Brother Hong hasn't established much prestige yet, so this could easily lead to trouble." It was exactly as he said. The simplest and most effective way for martial artists to communicate with one another was through their fists.

Whoever's fists were harder, others would listen to them. With Song Que's prestige, these people might initially give Brother Hong and Guan Xing some face. But ultimately, their martial arts were inferior. The two of them wanting to manage these people would be a case of having the will but not the strength. With the weak above and the strong below, conflicts would inevitably arise in the future. However, if he turned these people away because of this, Boss Song would feel it was a pity.

Moreover, such an action would undoubtedly have a negative impact on his reputation. To resolve this matter, apart from Song Que stepping forward himself, the only solution was to find someone capable of holding the fort. Thinking of this, both of them felt a headache coming on. All three of them present could hold the fort, but unfortunately, none of them were the best candidates for the job. It went without saying for Boss Song; he was currently laying low and hiding, so how could he stick his head out?

Old Nie still needed to manage the Black Iron Stronghold. As for Xiong Ba, his mind wasn't very bright, and his duty was to protect the Young Master at his side; neither of them could leave for a long period. If only there was another person... Thinking of this, Nie Feng's eyes lit up. A person came to mind, and he immediately introduced him to Song Que.