Max Level Return—I'll Protect That Fragile One

The next day, just as dawn was breaking, Xu Xingguang put on a vest and trousers, joining Cheng Yue and the others to the training field. Cheng Yue sparred with Xu Xingguang once more and was defeated again under Xu Xingguang’s feet.

Cheng Yue lay on the ground, whining pitifully, while Xu Xingguang extended her right hand to her.

Cheng Yue grabbed Xu Xingguang’s right hand, and stood up with the momentum.

Cheng Yue asked Xu Xingguang, ”Miss Xu, your combat prowess is strong. Who did you learn these skills from?” Whether an assassin, soldier, or mercenary, the age between eighteen and thirty is when they’re at their strongest.

Xu Xingguang’s fighting style was unpredictable and varied, her moves insidious, not resembling traditional martial arts training.

It was more like she had grown up absorbing a hundred different martial arts.

Xu Xingguang attributed everything to her grandfather, ”My grandfather taught me.”

”Grandfather must be amazing.”

The two walked together towards the Pilot Mansion, with Cheng Yue and the others living over a hundred meters away in the staff building. Xu Xingguang said goodbye to her and returned to the main building under the morning light.

Huo Wen’an was already awake. He was much better than yesterday; today he wasn’t using a wheelchair.

He stood slender at the steps of the main building’s entrance. Seeing Xu Xingguang return, he asked, ”Training with Cheng Yue again?”

”Mhm.”

Xu Xingguang lifted her vest to wipe her sweat, revealing her trim, powerful waist.

She was unconcerned with minor details, but Huo Wen’an frowned frequently watching her.

Yet, he did not remind Xu Xingguang not to do so.

This was Xu Xingguang’s body, and she had control over it. He was merely her fiancé, not her master; he had no authority to command what she should wear or what she should do.

Even if someone had improper thoughts towards Xu Xingguang, he could beat them until they were unable to stand.

”Quite a beautiful waist,” Huo Wen’an thought, glancing at Xu Xingguang’s narrow supple waist, with many inappropriate thoughts crossing his mind.

But realizing his frail body, he felt frustrated with the thought of being powerless to act.

”Xingguang, when can I start the second treatment?” The toxins in his body were cleared, and the next step was to rejuvenate his failing organs.

”After Old Lady Ying’s birthday, I’ll prepare the medicine again for you.” Xu Xingguang walked over to the steps and sat beside Huo Wen’an, with one leg bent, and the other resting down the steps.

She said, ”The second treatment isn’t strenuous, it just takes some time, so you can prepare for physical training.”

Upon hearing this, Huo Wen’an felt joy.

”That’s wonderful.” Changing the topic, he told Xu Xingguang, ”Jiang Heng was sent off Divine Concealment Island. He went to Moon Palace last night and should have given up hope now.”

Seeing Xu Xingguang remain silent, Huo Wen’an was curious about what she was thinking. ”Xingguang, are you seriously planning to let Jiang Heng go like this?”

Shaking her head, Xu Xingguang said, ”There’s no need for me to draw the sword; someone else will deal with him. In these years, he’s done many evil deeds and offended people. Now that he’s no longer the richest man’s son in West Continent City, nor has he the will to rise again.”

”Do you think his enemies will let him go?”

Huo Wen’an understood this logic, but still felt he couldn’t let Jiang Heng off just like that. ”I think he’d be better off dead.”

Xu Xingguang held Huo Wen’an’s hand, she said, ”I’ve already reclaimed what I needed. As long as he sends me the blood timely each month, I won’t trouble him.”

”Moreover, someone like Jiang Heng isn’t worth my time.”

Noticing that Uncle Xia wasn’t shadowing Huo Wen’an like a ghost as usual, Xu Xingguang curiously asked, ”Why haven’t I seen Uncle Xia? Is he on leave?”

”Today’s the harvest festival at Siwei Town. Uncle Xia went back to Siwei Town for the festival.”

Xu Xingguang knew the harvest festival; it was an important annual event for Divine Concealment Island’s native residents.

”Do you want to go?” Huo Wen’an said, ”The harvest festival is quite interesting. On this day, townspeople wear traditional clothes, set up booths, restoring Divine Hidden Clan’s original living state.”

”At night, there’s a bonfire blessing at the beach.”

Xu Xingguang felt a bit tempted.

”Then let’s go have a look; I’ll go change clothes first.”

”Alright.”

Xu Xingguang was a girl who loved beauty; she went back to her room and changed into a Bohemian floral dress, picked a sun hat to wear, and then joined Huo Wen’an on a private jet to Siwei Town.

The two locations were far apart, even by private plane it took fifty minutes.