Conditions are this good?

An Qisheng frowned even more.

Not that he was being self-deprecating, but he really didn't think that asking him to take action would require such a large price.

Although there weren't countless An Jin martial artists in Da Xuan, there were still quite a few. Wang Zhixuan's price could hire two Hua Jin experts.

Could it be that Daoist Juechen said something, making Wang Zhixuan very optimistic about him, so she invested in advance?

"The ship is here."

Wang Zhixuan didn't explain too much. After the oil tanker docked, she walked towards the pier.

"Let's go, little brother An."

Jiang Shili stretched lazily, following Wang Zhixuan unhurriedly.

An Qisheng thought for a while and decided to follow.

Not to mention that the reward this time was tempting, but the black-clothed man who was suspected of being a transmigrator himself was an extremely huge temptation for him.

What kind of existence was that tyrannical vitality?

Was his transmigration a coincidence, or...?

As long as he met him, perhaps there would be answers to everything.

At the pier, Wang Zhixuan was on an oil tanker called 'Hope', which was hundreds of meters long and wide, with more than a dozen floors visible on the outside.

When boarding the ship, An Qisheng glanced at the deck, where many people were standing.

There were both men and women, mostly young people, all with full vigor, and it seemed they all had some martial arts skills.

"Jin Chong is generous, lending a ship and also providing a lot of manpower."

Jiang Shili glanced at Wang Zhixuan.

This oil tanker was borrowed by her from someone else.

Wang Zhixuan glanced at her blankly:

"What do you want to say again?"

"You know Jin Chong's thoughts."

Jiang Shili smiled.

"I have already dedicated my life to martial arts, and you don't need to speak for Jin Chong. Even the old fogeys at home can't control my will."

Wang Zhixuan's voice was very calm.

But An Qisheng heard a great determination in it, a determination that even rivers could flow backward, but her heart could not be changed.

"When you're seventy or eighty, I hope you won't regret it."

Jiang Shili shook her head.

Although she also practiced martial arts, she didn't have the idea of marrying herself to martial arts, nor did she dare to fight like Wang Zhixuan.

"When have you ever seen me regret anything?"

While the two were talking, they had already boarded the oil tanker.

The people standing on the deck looked over in unison, their eyes sweeping over the three of them, with fear, amazement, and a hint of surprise.

Several people in sailor uniforms came over to greet them.

Wang Zhixuan was talking to the sailors.

An Qisheng was bored, looking at the oil tanker. From the deck, there were many rooms in the cabin. Through the glass doors, he could see the luxurious decoration inside.

The poor play with cars, the rich play with boats.

Just this decoration alone, most people would not be able to afford it even after a lifetime of struggle.

"Who is that from?"

On the edge of the deck, a young man holding the handrail asked with some surprise.

The young man was wearing a suit and leather shoes, with gold-rimmed glasses, and a strong scholarly aura about him.

"I don't know."

A person beside him glanced at An Qisheng and shook his head slightly: "He looks unfamiliar, he doesn't seem to be from Modu."

"Broad shoulders and back, long arms and legs, full of energy between his eyebrows, and restrained brilliance in his eyes, he is an expert."

Another person's eyes lit up slightly.

"Expert? These days, the least we lack is experts. Liangzi, go find out who that person is."

The young man with gold-rimmed glasses raised his chin.

"Brother Luo, that person came with Dr. Wang, I don't dare to go."

The young man who had previously seen that An Qisheng possessed martial arts quickly waved his hand, saying he didn't dare.

"We're not looking for trouble with him, what are you afraid of?"

Brother Luo cursed in a low voice.

Liangzi shook his head repeatedly, with a look of fear:

"Brother Luo, don't make things difficult for me. Last time, Dr. Wang almost beat me to death. If I mess around this time, I'm afraid I'll be beaten to death and thrown into the sea."

"Coward."

Brother Luo shook his head, scoffing.

Just as he was about to say something, his body suddenly stiffened.

"Luo Neng."

Before the cabin, Wang Zhixuan turned her gaze and landed on the young man with gold-rimmed glasses.

"Wang, Wang, Dr., Dr. Wang..."

Luo Neng's heart was pounding, and he lost his composure all of a sudden, stuttering a little.

Liangzi, who was beside him, rolled his eyes and was also very nervous.

"Jin Chong sent you here too?"

Wang Zhixuan glanced at him, with a hint of warning: "Don't disturb my work."

"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare."

Luo Neng smiled bitterly and said repeatedly that he wouldn't dare.

It's not embarrassing to admit defeat decisively, it's embarrassing to be hung up and beaten.

This woman, Wang Zhixuan, has a criminal record, and it's not just her younger brother Wang Anfeng who is afraid of her.

"Rest for a while, and then prepare to set sail."

Wang Zhixuan gave an order and walked towards the cabin.

Walking into the cabin, a waiter came up to her. Wang Zhixuan waved her hand, and the waiter walked to An Qisheng with a good attitude:

"Sir, please come with me."

An Qisheng looked at Wang Zhixuan.

"Rest first, we'll talk about other things later."

Wang Zhixuan walked into a room without stopping:

"Everything on land is available on this oil tanker. If you're tired, you can also go and have fun."

The passage was brightly lit, and through the glass windows, you could see the various facilities in the oil tanker, such as a large cinema, an indoor heated swimming pool, a gym, and a restaurant.

However, this oil tanker was borrowed by Wang Zhixuan, so naturally there was no one inside, making it seem empty.

Under the guidance of the waiter, An Qisheng came to the accommodation area, where Wang Zhixuan had already arranged a room.

The room was not big, but it was fully equipped, with a dining room, bedroom, bathroom, and viewing balcony.

"Sir, you don't have a female companion with you, do you?"

Just as An Qisheng was about to close the door, the waiter suddenly asked in a low voice.

An Qisheng was stunned, knowing what kind of female companion he was talking about, and shook his head:

"No."

"Do you need me to help you contact someone?"

The waiter asked again.

"No need."

An Qisheng shook his head and closed the door.

Rich people can enjoy things that others can't enjoy no matter where they are.

He certainly couldn't be considered a virgin, but he wasn't in the mood for that at this time.

.......

The oil tanker stayed at the pier for a day and a half, and began to set sail after replenishing supplies.

An Qisheng simply stayed there. Wang Zhixuan and Jiang Shili didn't contact him in the following days, and he didn't care.

Every day, he still practiced boxing, entered dreams, comprehended the spirit of the fist, and visualized.

Since comprehending the spirit of the fist, his An Jin skills had improved again, and his strength had penetrated deep into his back and abdomen, and there was a tendency to spread towards his navel.

The process of An Jin reaching perfection is not achieved overnight, but from the limbs, back, abdomen, to the internal organs, below the navel... until it runs through the whole body, reaching the state where a feather cannot be added and flies and insects cannot land, then it is Hua Jin.

"Hmm?"

On the third day of the voyage, at a little after one in the morning, An Qisheng, who was visualizing in his dream in the bedroom, suddenly felt a movement in his heart and opened his eyes.