With Han Kang and Cao Xuerong's excellent business acumen, supplemented by the influence of the Tang and Cao families, the new development project where Han Lang set up the spirit gathering array was quickly sold out.
Han Lang was naturally overjoyed by this achievement.
However, he also knew that this accomplishment was insignificant to the Wang family, one of the four great aristocratic families.
Therefore, he wasted no time and continued to replicate the same method for new projects, gradually capturing the Wang family's market share.
Meanwhile, Wang Shan was even more enraged upon hearing this news.
"Provocation! Naked provocation! How dare the Han family brat be so audacious!"
Jin Chunfeng, standing beside him, was unconcerned. He leisurely smoked a cigar and said dismissively.
"Brother Wang, why get so angry! What the Han family brat has done is but a drop in the ocean for your Wang family. Besides, he won't be able to jump around for much longer. Mr. Liu Jian has agreed to our request and will personally end that brat. Once that brat is dead, with your capabilities, annihilating his entire Han family will be as easy as turning over your hand. Wouldn't the anger in your heart then naturally dissipate?"
"Hmph!"
Despite Jin Chunfeng's comfort, Wang Shan's anger remained undiminished.
"No! That brat is so arrogant, I can't wait a moment longer. You immediately call Mr. Liu Jian again and tell him to act as soon as possible!"
Seeing Wang Shan's impatience, Jin Chunfeng could only smile, shake his head, and reluctantly take out his phone from his pocket, dialing Liu Jian.
After a few words, Jin Chunfeng quickly hung up the phone, spread his hands, and said mockingly.
"Alright, Mr. Liu Jian has agreed to act within these two days. You can rest assured now, can't you?"
Upon hearing this answer, Wang Shan finally sat down, still huffing.
Jin Chunfeng quickly handed him a cigar and comforted him again. "Alright, everything has been arranged. Just patiently wait for good news from Mr. Liu Jian!"
Wang Shan then took the cigar, processed it, lit it with a "pa ta," and calmly joined in the smoking.
That night,
Han Lang, as usual, went alone to the new construction site to set up the spirit gathering array.
Suddenly,
He turned sharply, his brows furrowed as he stared into the darkness at a certain spot on the construction site.
He softly called out.
"Since you've arrived, why hide your tracks?"
A sinister cold laugh soon came from the darkness, and then a white figure gradually appeared.
"Heh heh heh, quite vigilant! You discovered my presence so quickly."
Han Lang snorted coldly.
Ever since he was attacked at Lingyue Mountain last time, his vigilance had significantly increased, let alone during this special period targeting the Wang family.
"Are you the cultivator behind the Wang family?"
Han Lang asked, simultaneously deploying his divine sense, focusing on the opponent's every move.
Liu Jian did not directly answer Han Lang's question. Instead, he sneered dismissively.
"Tsk tsk tsk... Divine sense control, a cultivator too? It seems I need to be more serious! Heh heh..."
Although Liu Jian's words were serious, his tone was extremely condescending.
As a martial artist at the peak of inner strength, he could naturally sense the changes in the surrounding aura.
He was clearly well aware that cultivators could open their divine sense upon reaching the third level of Qi Refining.
It must be mentioned here.
Martial artists are, in essence, a branch of cultivators.
In ancient times, the spiritual energy on Blue Star was also exceptionally dense.
The cultivators of that era were also primarily focused on cultivation.
However, for some unknown reason, the spiritual energy on Blue Star gradually became scarce.
To adapt to the environment, cultivators had to find alternative paths.
Martial artists emerged!
In their early stages of cultivation, they were not as dependent on spiritual energy as cultivators, and their cultivation speed was naturally much faster.
But heaven is fair!
What is gained must also be lost.
What was originally accessible at the third level of Qi Refining for divine sense required martial artists to reach the mid-stage, equivalent to the Foundation Establishment stage of cultivators.
But ultimately, martial artists and cultivators share the same origin. Their perception of spiritual power has not diminished.
This is why Liu Jian, despite not having opened his divine sense, could sense Han Lang activating his divine sense control.
Seeing Liu Jian's confident demeanor, Han Lang also sneered mockingly. "It seems you are very confident in your strength! I wonder which is superior, that boastful mouth or your actual ability?"
A flicker of anger clearly crossed Liu Jian's brows, but he smiled dismissively. "Since you're so curious, I'll satisfy you!"
With that, he exerted a slight force under his feet, and his body shot towards Han Lang like a cannonball.
Han Lang's brows furrowed. His divine sense had already grasped Liu Jian's every movement. He slightly crouched his body, then exerted force, leaping over Liu Jian's head to his back.
Just as his right hand formed a claw, ready to strike Liu Jian's back, Liu Jian turned around before him, his iron fist thrusting directly at Han Lang's chest.
"So fast!"
Han Lang exclaimed inwardly. Without time to think, he instinctively retracted his attack and defended, crossing his fists in front of his chest to block Liu Jian's formidable strike.
"Bang!"
The iron fist hit Han Lang's arm fiercely. The intense collision of spiritual energy caused a loud sound that echoed through the empty construction site. The resulting shockwave pushed both of them back several steps.
"Interesting!" Liu Jian exclaimed in surprise, then quickly turned to excitement. "I originally thought your strength was only slightly better than that short-lived brat Xiao Chang, but I didn't expect you to have the strength of the seventh or eighth level of Qi Refining!"
Han Lang's expression was also extremely solemn at this moment.
From their brief exchange, he could basically judge that the opponent's strength was subtly superior to his.
In other words, this enemy in front of him had at least the same inner strength as Tang Haoran, which was equivalent to the ninth level of Qi Refining or above!
This was undoubtedly a formidable opponent for him!
He dared not be careless. While gently rubbing his arm, he took out a spirit gathering pill from his three-layered pagoda and placed it in his mouth. Then, with a "boom," he unleashed his full spiritual power.
"Oh, getting serious?"
Liu Jian continued to boast, but his body unconsciously adopted a fighting stance.
Although Han Lang's strength was slightly inferior to his, if he continued to underestimate him, he might still capsize in the gutter.
With a "swish!"
Han Lang, holding nothing back, moved like lightning and initiated the attack. His raised fist smashed fiercely towards Liu Jian's head.
Liu Jian raised his arm to block, his right hand forming a claw and locking onto Han Lang's throat.
Han Lang did not hesitate. He slightly shifted his body, grabbed Liu Jian's left arm with both hands to borrow strength, and kicked towards the opening at Liu Jian's waist.
Liu Jian was greatly alarmed!
He forcefully swung his left arm, flipped backward, supported himself with his right hand on the ground, and kicked back at Han Lang's chin.
Han Lang, unable to dodge in time, had to cross his palm at his throat, making a simple defensive move to dissipate the force.
With a "smack."
Han Lang's upper and lower teeth were forced together by the immense force, and he was sent flying backward, falling on his back.
To avoid hitting the ground and giving Liu Jian an opportunity, Han Lang used his waist to exert force, flipped backward, and landed in a half-kneeling position.
While glaring fiercely at Liu Jian, he stuck out his tongue to lick his gums, which were bleeding due to his loosened teeth.