The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 1218: Consolidating Power

Chapter 1218: Chapter 1218: Consolidating Power

Lin Yingying leaned in for a closer look and saw that Da Heiniu’s live stream room was nearly empty, guessing that the roughly one thousand fans were likely all generated by the system.

It laboriously smashed a stone with its chest, yet not a single flower was sent its way, let alone sports cars or rockets.

Seeing them come over, Da Heiniu got up with a flip, his dark, black face blushing slightly as he said, "Why are you here? I’ve packed all my things, let’s go now!"

It was visibly excited; having grown up on the island from a young age, it was stifled by the place and had long grown tired of it.

Long Fei took a look at its bull den, which was arranged to be quite serene and elegant.

This guy may appear rough on the outside, but his home was kept very tidy.

Outside was a cool pavilion and garden, while inside was a cave, used for everyday cultivation and living.

Da Heiniu invited them to sit inside the cave and served them tea in a big, rough pottery bowl.

Carved on the walls of this cave abode were patterns in the shape of bulls, seemingly a set of fist techniques.

Long Fei glanced at them and asked, "Is this the technique left to you by your ancestors?"

Da Heiniu nodded and said, "Yes, the fist techniques pondered by our ancestors from generation to generation are all here. I’ve only comprehended half of it; I still need to continue practicing to stimulate the primordial fragments in my bloodline for further understanding."

"Can we take a look?"

Long Fei was somewhat curious.

Da Heiniu touched its head and laughed, "Of course, you’re my big brother now, I’ll listen to you."

Long Fei was quite interested in this Bull Demon Fist and looked around the cave.

Chu Feng also started to watch seriously, whereas Lin Yingying just sat there, touched the bull saliva on the rough pottery bowl with a bit of disgust, and took out a can of Coke from her Storage Ring.

Seeing this, Da Heiniu exclaimed in surprise, "Is this, that, the drink often consumed by girls?"

"Yes!"

Lin Yingying handed it a can.

After receiving it, Da Heiniu’s eyes nearly teared up from excitement, exclaiming, "God, I can even drink this stuff now!"

It stuffed the aluminum can straight into its mouth and began to crunch on it with a crackling sound.

The black Coke sprayed inside its mouth, making Lin Yingying frown as she’d never seen anyone drink Coke like this before.

She asked Da Heiniu, "How does it taste?"

Da Heiniu excitedly cried out, "Sweet, way too sweet. Only thing is the can’s a bit hard; it’d be nice if it was softer."

Lin Yingying laughed heartily and showed it how to open the Coke cap, saying, "You can’t eat the can, look, you can drink it just by opening the lid here."

With a puff, the carbon dioxide inside was released, and Da Heiniu watched with curiosity.

Lin Yingying took a sip and handed it a straw.

Da Heiniu, mimicking Lin Yingying’s movements, clumsily tried to open the lid for a long while without success.

Ultimately, it simply pierced the Coke bottle with its finger and poured it straight into its mouth, exclaiming in delight.

Long Fei and Chu Feng were engrossed in the Bull Demon God Fist, their excitement evident.

Initially, they had assumed that with such a muscular and simple-minded Old Bull, creating any profound fist technique would be unlikely.

But to their utter surprise, the fist technique turned out to be quite extraordinary.

In the Cultivation World, there is a saying, "The greatest truths are the simplest." If it’s the Way, the closer it is to the essence of things, the simpler it becomes.

The more flamboyant and complex something seems, the less practical it would be.

In essence, martial arts are about combat, with the goal being to take down the opponent, not perform for others.

You start with a set of flashy moves, flying and spinning around; although it looks impressive, it’s impractical—a single straight punch from the opponent could knock you down.

The Bull Demon Fist is such an extremely simple fist technique, with, to be precise, only three moves: one using the horns to gore, one using the forehooves to slap, and one using the hind hooves to kick.

Generation after generation, the Sacrificial Spirits evolved these three moves, eventually forming the carvings on the wall.

Two palms strike in four directions, feet defended on eight sides, with horns goring precisely one point.

Fists came and went as if an ancient wild bull was wrestling with fate itself.

With fists clenched and feet firmly on the ground, a headbutt from the bull’s horns seemed to tear apart heaven and earth.

Long Fei immersed himself in the experience, and at the peak of his excitement, went outside to spar with Chu Feng for a bit.

When their heads collided, there was a thunderous boom like muffled thunder, creating a whirlwind below and shaking the entire mountain.

Lin Yingying watched with glee, thinking these two guys really take themselves for old bulls.

Da Heiniu was indeed staring with eyes wide open; laymen watch the show, but he, as an expert, was looking for the finer details.

The fist technique used by Long Fei and Chu Feng was what it took him three hundred years to comprehend.

The way of the Bull Demon God Fist, to be learned so quickly by the two of them, was downright terrifying to the bull.

One night quickly passed, and Long Fei and Chu Feng had mastered a substantial part of the Bull Demon God Fist written on the cave walls.

The next day, after dawn.

They descended from the mountain, and Da Heiniu smashed the cave into ruins with one punch, worried that the legacy of his ancestors would be picked up by others.

Last night, Long Fei and Chu Feng had certainly shown it something.

Yu Huacheng and his group made a decision, putting their eggs in two baskets; they asked Yu Kun to take a group of young disciples with Long Fei, while the rest of the older folks would stay on the island awaiting their fate.

Penglai Island and Fangzhang Island had now become unclaimed territories, which they could easily take possession of once the opportunity arose.

Staying here was dangerous, but it was a risk worth taking.

In the face of such a great temptation, they did not want to give up easily.

Long Fei guessed this would be the outcome, wished them good luck, and left with Yu Kun and his group.

This group of young disciples numbered 50,000 to 60,000 people, a vast community in itself.

Most of them had their bodies modified by the Demon Race Essence Blood while still young, allowing them the chance to pursue different paths.

The Yin Yang Sect led by Long Fei was in need of people, making them a great addition.

When Earth is in trouble, he could have all these disciples return to assist in battle.

The remaining 30,000 to 40,000 were all older.

Having homes and businesses, they were used to living on the island and didn’t want to venture out.

There were wooden ships on the island; powered by Wind Element Force when hitting a Spirit Stone.

A group said farewell to the elders and set out for Binhai City in high spirits.

"I want this sky that can no longer hold me down, this earth that can no longer trap me. Whoever dares to block me, I’ll cleave them with my axe!"

Da Heiniu stood at the prow of the ship, shouting excitedly as if he had just been liberated from prison, never having experienced such a thrilling day.

In the past, he was always confined to mountaintops to practice boxing, leading a dull life that made him want to die.

He never thought that there would be such changes in the rest of his life.

Long Fei and the other two, sipping red wine, relaxed in the sunlight at the bow of the ship.

Lin Yingying squinted her eyes and asked, "What’s gotten into this silly bull?"

Long Fei said with amusement, "What else? He’s read too many internet novels!"

Chu Feng nodded, "Seems like it, his head is really not right!"

Lin Yingying giggled, "I think you two are the ones who are not right. Count on your fingers, how many Demonic Spirits and monsters do you have around you now? We won’t even talk about the brainless bull; there’s the Bald Dog and the stinky rat in the Secret Realm. In the future, you two might as well be the leaders of the monsters!"

Chu Feng laughed aloud, "I’m not the chief of monsters, I’m the chief of beauties, but your husband here has the potential to be the chief of monsters."

"Chief of monsters, that’s not too bad either!"

Long Fei muttered to himself with a smile, thinking of the little foxes in the Secret Realm.

Both are monsters, but why is Da Heiniu so different from them!