CHAPTER 48: CHAPTER 0048: OOPS, OFFENDED A BEAUTY_1

As soon as those three bastards left, the banquet became harmonious. All the Cultivators were secretly shocked by Zhang Bin’s formidable strength, and no one else dared to spar with him.

Of course, no one called Zhang Bin cruel or ruthless. If it had been them, they would have done the same, perhaps even more viciously. The people of the Martial World were all fiercely independent and unyielding. If they were kind-hearted, they would be devoured in an instant, with not even bones left behind.

Take today, for example. If Zhang Bin had been timid, even if he was powerful, he might not have dared to cripple his opponents. Then, they would certainly have retaliated without restraint. Now, however, they would have to think twice.

"Hahaha! Zhang Bin, you truly are powerful, handling those tough enemies all by yourself," Tian Guangjin said with a loud laugh as he approached Zhang Bin. "You don’t blame me for not stepping in, do you? I wanted to, but I never got the chance."

"Guild Leader, you’re too kind. How could I trouble you over a few clowns?" Zhang Bin replied with a smile.

"Hahaha! Brother Zhang Bin, only you would dare call Teng Qianzhang a clown," Yue Xing boomed with laughter as he and Qin Xiaolong walked over.

"Brother Zhang Bin, you’re a true master in disguise," Qin Xiaolong added with a smile.

The Monk approached them as well, a smile on his face. "Amitabha. Benefactor Zhang Bin, I am Wuxiang. It is a pleasure to meet you. May I be so bold as to ask who your master is? Would it be possible for you to make an introduction?"

"Zhang Bin, this is Master Wuxiang," Tian Guangjin explained. "He is a revered senior with an unfathomable Cultivation Level."

A Qi Sea Realm expert... He’s truly powerful. Zhang Bin thought to himself as he bowed respectfully. "Zhang Bin pays his respects to Master Wuxiang. My master lives in seclusion in the deep mountains and never receives guests, so please forgive me."

The main reason was that he didn’t have a master at all; otherwise, why would he refuse?

"What a shame. It is a pity I cannot meet the great individual who trained such a genius like yourself," Master Wuxiang sighed.

"You bastard! Hurry up and release my acupoints!" Liu Ruomei, still standing on the stage, was seething with rage, glaring fiercely at Zhang Bin.

But Zhang Bin seemed to have forgotten all about her. He was still exchanging pleasantries with the other experts while Tian Guangjin introduced them one by one. His hand was growing sore from accepting so many business cards.

Once the introductions were mostly done, the banquet officially began. The members of the Martial World drank and chatted animatedly, with some occasionally standing up to demonstrate a few moves.

It was only then that Zhang Bin finally managed to get away and remembered Liu Ruomei. He quickly looked up and saw her still standing on the stage like a statue, her eyes wide with fury.

Crap. I’ve really done it now. I’ve thoroughly offended her.

Zhang Bin exclaimed inwardly, quickly leaping onto the stage to release her acupoints.

"You bastard!" Liu Ruomei fiercely twisted a muscle in his waist, causing him to grimace in pain.

He had no choice but to stammer out a careful apology. "I’m sorry, I was surrounded by too many people just now..."

"Hmph." Liu Ruomei turned her head away, jumped off the stage, and went to chat with Tian Bingbing.

I really did offend her this time. Zhang Bin felt a bit dejected but didn’t take it to heart. The girl was reasonable enough, just a little petty. He jumped off the stage as well, only to be pulled onto a nearby sofa by Qin Xiaolong.

Qin Xiaolong asked expectantly, "Zhang Bin, are you interested in becoming an instructor for the military?"

Zhang Bin was startled. "A simple farmer like me? I’m not a soldier. Can I really be a military instructor?"

"Of course, you can," Little Dragon said. "Most of the instructors for the country’s special forces are recruited from the civilian world. With your strength, you’re more than qualified. If you become an instructor, no one will dare to bully you, let alone take revenge."

It was clear he was offering a way for Zhang Bin to deal with the inevitable retaliation from Teng Qianzhang and the others.

"Thank you. I need to consider it carefully," Zhang Bin said.

If he didn’t have a magical phone that could monitor his enemies’ actions, he might have agreed on the spot. Still, he didn’t decline outright. After all, it was a viable path for self-preservation. His future enemies wouldn’t be limited to just Teng Qianzhang and Zuo Haonan; there was also the powerful Diao Clan to consider. Even Tian Guangjin had joined the military and held a special position. There was no reason he, Zhang Bin, couldn’t do the same.

"Alright. When you’ve made up your mind, just give me a call. I’ll arrange everything," Qin Xiaolong said.

After that, Zhang Bin and Qin Xiaolong began to chat casually.

"Big Brother Qin, our country’s Cultivators should be the most powerful in the world, right?" Zhang Bin asked curiously.

Qin Xiaolong pondered for a moment before replying, "Not necessarily. There are many unfathomably powerful masters abroad. During the Qing dynasty, the eight-nation alliance invaded our country and plundered many Cultivation manuals. Even before that, during the Tang dynasty, many foreigners came to our country to learn martial arts. Plus, with the Chinese diaspora spreading our Cultivation Techniques all over the world, many of our superior methods have been lost to other countries. Moreover, foreigners have developed their own sophisticated Cultivation Methods. Vampires, Werewolves, Holy Knights, the Indian Buddhist Sects... they are all very strong. And now, Genetic Warriors have also emerged as a new force, and there’s a sea of experts among them."

So many masters? And Genetic Warriors, too? Is that like the methods used on Xuanwu Star to enhance the body and extend life with technology? Zhang Bin was secretly astounded but also incredibly excited. At least he wouldn’t be lonely on his path.

He then asked, "Big Brother Yue is from the Huashan Sect. How is the sect doing these days?"

"Hahaha," Qin Xiaolong laughed heartily. "The sect is incredibly strong, beyond your imagination. They even have masters at the Golden Core Realm. But for specifics, you’ll have to ask Yue Xing himself."

"The Golden Core Realm? Doesn’t that make them invincible?" Zhang Bin asked, shocked.

"Not necessarily," Qin Xiaolong said seriously. "America’s top Genetic Warriors have the strength to contend with Golden Core Cultivators."

Excellent! That’s just perfect. Once I reach the Seed Condensing Realm, I can challenge masters like that. Zhang Bin was overjoyed. To break through from the Seed Condensing Realm to the Minor Tree Realm, arduous cultivation alone wouldn’t be enough. He needed to engage in life-or-death battles with powerful experts and survive bloody combat.

Suddenly, dance music began to play. The ethereally beautiful Tian Bingbing drifted over, carrying an intoxicating fragrance, and said coquettishly, "Zhang Bin, would you dance with me?"

She had changed her outfit, now wearing a red miniskirt with black stockings. Her beautiful legs were long and slender, and her ample bosom strained against the fabric. This, paired with her angelic face, ear-length bob, and fit, agile waist, made her the very picture of alluring beauty.

Zhang Bin’s gaze landed on her and he found it difficult to look away. He desperately wanted to dance with such a beauty, but he had no idea how.

Seeing his hesitation, Tian Bingbing pouted playfully. "What’s wrong? Is our chief instructor going to snub me?"

"Go on! How could you refuse an invitation from a beauty?" Qin Xiaolong pulled Zhang Bin to his feet and gave him a gentle push into Tian Bingbing’s arms.

With no way out, Zhang Bin had no choice but to bite the bullet and reluctantly start dancing with her.

That bastard. He’s about to make a huge fool of himself. Liu Ruomei, watching from the side, smirked mischievously. It was she who had goaded Tian Bingbing into inviting Zhang Bin to dance. Her reasoning was simple: Tian Bingbing was the host, and the banquet was being held in honor of Zhang Bin, the chief instructor.