She probably has no idea how vast the heavens and how thick the earth are, does she?

Chen Jue had been waiting inside Longtan Bay when he suddenly sensed a fluctuation of Innate Qi in the distance, similar to the one emitted by the fetus in Sister Biao's womb. Out of curiosity, he decided to walk over.

To his surprise, that fluctuation was actually emanating from the small tube held by the exquisitely dressed foreigner in a suit.

"Daoist friend, why did you come out?" Linglong asked, her brows slightly furrowed.

"I just came out to see what the commotion was about!" Chen Jue replied casually.

That man named John looked at the suddenly appearing Chen Jue with mild curiosity, closed the silver metal protective shell of the device in his hand, placed it back into his inner suit pocket, and asked, "Sir, are you a friend of Miss Linglong?"

"A friend? I suppose so!"

"My foreign friend, can you lend me the thing you were holding just now to play with for a couple of days?" Chen Jue asked with a slight smile, surprised to find that the foreigner's Mandarin was articulate and clear.

"Sir, I'm sorry! I am not your friend, and this thing is not meant for you. Please forgive me for declining," John shook his head and refused outright.

Meanwhile, Lin Tianchen saw Chen Jue, a man roughly Linglong's age, appear, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes. He thought to himself, "Who is this person? Why is he with Junior Sister? How could a master of Junior Sister's caliber associate with such an ordinary mortal..."

Chen Jue's demeanor was entirely restrained at the moment, and with the blessing of the "Red Dust Immortal," it was difficult for anyone below the Golden Elixir realm to see through his true foundation. In the eyes of ordinary people, he appeared to be just an ordinary young man, albeit with somewhat striking looks and physique.

Lin Tianchen had only practiced Snake-style Dark Energy, so naturally he couldn't see through Chen Jue's depth, assuming he was just an ordinary person who didn't practice martial arts. However, the flat-topped bodyguard behind him recognized Chen Jue at a glance. He stepped forward and whispered into Lin Tianchen's ear, "Boss! This is that folk martial artist from next door we ran into at the seaside villa during the typhoon!"

"What?!"

"It's him! That Brute Force expert in the External Stage from Wenzhou, what's his name... Chen Jue?"

"Why is he here?" Lin Tianchen's heart skipped a beat as he looked at Chen Jue with a mixture of doubt.

Chen Jue naturally sensed the gloomy man's gaze. The other party's eyes were filled with jealousy and suspicion, probably misunderstanding something yet again.

Seeing that the foreigner had turned him down, Chen Jue could only shrug helplessly. Although that little gadget just now was quite wondrous, he still had a more important matter to deal with at the moment. Chen Jue turned his gaze to Lin Tianchen and the four bodyguards behind him, and said, "Weren't you the ones who searched my room and pried into my background last time?"

"Little brother, I think you've made too much money and your brain is flooded with water. I didn't even offend you, why did you come poking around my affairs?"

Seeing Chen Jue bring it up so directly, Lin Tianchen was momentarily stunned. Inwardly, he cursed his subordinates for being incompetent and leaving behind evidence that this man could seize upon. However, on the surface, he sneered and said, "Sir, don't go around trying to claim relations with people randomly! Who is your little brother?"

"Also, you claim that a few of us searched your room and investigated your background—do you have any evidence? This is a peaceful era, and everything relies on evidence. If you keep talking nonsense, I will have our corporate lawyers sue you for defamation."

"Don't think that just because you've practiced a little bit of kung fu and met some people, you can go around trying to climb socially and build connections. You're not at that level yet. Go back and remain an ignorant fool!"

As soon as Lin Tianchen finished speaking, he raised his hand and waved. The four bodyguards behind him saw their boss's gesture, and the flat-topped bodyguard stepped forward, intending to drive Chen Jue away.

"Sir! You heard our boss speak. We have important business to handle here, so please leave and don't make things difficult for us," the flat-topped bodyguard said, eyeing Chen Jue coldly.

Chen Jue was slightly stunned at this. He hadn't expected Lin Tianchen to be so thick-skinned as to shirk responsibility and flat-out deny it. Seeing the bodyguards closing in, Chen Jue let out a light sigh: "The broad road stretches ahead, and we each go our own way! Since you, little brother, are so shameless, I won't stand on ceremony with you either."

Right as he finished speaking, the flat-topped bodyguard, who had seized the momentum to step forward and attempt a grapple and push, saw a massive palm heading straight for his face.

With a crisp "slap," before the flat-topped bodyguard could even react, he felt his entire facial features distort. Countless teeth in his mouth were shattered, tears and snot flew wildly, and his entire body, weighing some hundred and seventy or eighty pounds, was sent flying by Chen Jue's single slap. He crashed headfirst into the weeds by the roadside and passed out completely.

"Careful! He's an expert!" Lin Tianchen, watching from behind, was startled. His pupils shrank as he suddenly recalled that this folk martial artist named Chen Jue seemed to possess innate superhuman strength capable of lifting a 200-kilogram dumbbell. He hurriedly shouted to warn his bodyguards.

However, just as the words left his mouth, three more crisp slaps rang out in succession. The remaining three bodyguards in black failed to react in time either; their teeth shattered, and they were sent flying by Chen Jue's slaps, collapsing unconscious by the roadside. The speed and decisiveness of the strikes caused both Lin Tianchen and John to twitch their eyelids in shock.

Only Linglong stood quietly to the side, her eyes shimmering with colorful light as she muttered with a rather peculiar feeling in her heart: "Which nerve in my second senior brother's brain just snapped? How dare he offend a mortal immortal of Chen Jue master's caliber..."

Probably even Linglong couldn't have imagined that when Chen Jue first met Lin Tianchen, he hadn't even formed his elixir yet, and was merely a folk martial artist who relied on stat points to make his body super-human.

"Little brother, what do you say now?"

"Your bodyguards are all out of commission. Are you still going to stubbornly refuse to admit it?" Chen Jue patted the dust and skin flakes off his hands, walked leisurely up to Lin Tianchen, looked him straight in the eyes, and asked calmly.

"He's just an External Stage brute! A low-class pugilist!"

"Do you think that knowing a few rustic kung fu tricks gives you the right to run wild in front of me? You probably have no idea what the immensity of heaven and earth is!"

Lin Tianchen was still firmly clinging to the analysis provided by his senior brother. Seeing his bodyguards taken down, anger and murderous intent surged within him. His temper flared, blinding his reason, and his face turned as cold and grim as if water could be wrung from it.

With a fierce vow, he reached up, tore off his glasses, and tossed them aside. His body rose and fell as he assumed the Three-Body Posture, actually causing his tendons and bones to crackle in unison.

Chen Jue was slightly taken aback at the sight, muttering to himself: "Xingyi Snake Form? No wonder his personality and facial features are so sinister. Truly, his fist reflects his character!"

Just as those words left his mouth, Lin Tianchen's figure moved like a venomous snake emerging from its cave. His feet shifted rapidly, lightning-fast, and his two hands, which had been plastered against his sides, flicked upward with straightened fingers like a snake darting its tongue, lunging fiercely toward Chen Jue's waist and abdomen.

This was precisely the vicious and ruthless technique known as "The Snake Hand Hides in the Cave, Hard for Even Immortals to Defend"!

Moreover, Chen Jue's sharp vision caught a faint sheen of sweat bursting from Lin Tianchen's hands. It was clear that the opponent was an expert who had mastered Dark Energy, and the strike contained hidden lethal intent—definitely top-tier kung fu forged through life-and-death combat.

"Snake-style Dark Energy?"

"Is this what you're relying on for confidence?"

Chen Jue chuckled softly, extending a single hand to parry and block, as if he were toying with a child. With a single movement, he easily deflected the opponent's snake-form piercing hands.

Feeling the force behind Chen Jue's interception, Lin Tianchen's heart skipped a beat. He realized the opponent was using the parrying and hammering techniques from Tai Chi, with Dark Energy erupting from the back of his hand, attempting to pierce his acupoints and injure him with Dark Energy.

Regrettably, that meager amount of Dark Energy encountered Chen Jue's ruthless iron hand and vanished like a clay ox entering the sea, having no effect whatsoever.

His entire Snake-form Three-Body structure was directly shattered by Chen Jue's parrying motion. Before he had time to change his form and counterattack, he felt a fierce gust of wind rush toward his face. With a muffled thump, Lin Tianchen took Chen Jue's fist squarely in the face. Snot, tears, and blood splattered everywhere; his brain buzzed, his vision went black, and just like the bodyguards who had fallen before him, he was sent flying backward, passing out amidst the weeds by the mountain path.

The minimum second update delivered!

I originally wanted to write a bit more, but it's time to make dinner~ I'll continue updating tonight!