Rebirth and Cultivation in the City

"I can't believe you are actually skilled in medical arts! And they seem to be quite exceptional!" After leaving the school clinic, Wang Xiaocao held a mix of extreme admiration and complete confusion for Tang Yi.

Wang Xiaocao really couldn't understand how the previously somewhat useless young man had suddenly become expert in everything from kung fu to medical arts.

For this question, Tang Yi gave a sheepish smile and deliberately said in a teasing tone, "Actually, I am reborn from five hundred years in the future. Don't look at me as a poor student now, but five hundred years from now, I could even contend with the Immortal Emperor Ye Wuji to a draw. How could mere medical skills pose a challenge to me!"

Although Tang Yi was speaking the absolute truth, it sounded to Wang Xiaocao like a fantasy novel from the internet—just too far-fetched!

"If you want to keep it a secret, that's fine, but why trick me with a story even kids wouldn't believe!" Wang Xiaocao pouted and said huffily.

"Sigh!" Tang eased out a helpless sigh, his words were indeed true, yet Wang Xiaocao simply wouldn't believe them.

Yet, seeing Wang Xiaocao's pouting lips, pink and tender, Tang Yi suddenly felt an instinctive urge to kiss her deeply.

Seeing Tang Yi's gaze fixed on her, Wang Xiaocao's face turned red, and an awkward yet slightly charged atmosphere instantly fell between the two.

Just then, a voice filled with surprise broke the peculiar mood between them.

"Tang Yi, you finally came back!"

Following the voice, Tang Yi saw a girl standing on the balcony of his dorm, waving desperately at him, her face both surprised and anxious.

Unbeknownst to him, he and Wang Xiaocao had already walked to his dorm building.

"Xiaowen!"

Yet, Tang Yi couldn't understand why Xiaowen would suddenly turn up in the room he shared with Lin Shaocong!

Could it be that Lin Shaocong actually succeeded in chasing Xiaowen? Tang Yi found it rather hard to believe!

However, seeing Xiaowen suddenly appear, Wang Xiaocao obviously misunderstood, and an inexplicable irritation surged in her heart.

To think that this Tang Yi looked so ordinary, yet was a master at flirting. Not only did he openly court and pursue the goddess Mo Qingxue, but now another girl had appeared in his dorm. If someone said they had no relationship, Wang Xiaocao wouldn't believe it even if she were beaten to death.

What a joke! If they had no relationship, would a girl visit a boy's dorm?

Thinking this, Wang Xiaocao snorted coldly, left a baffled Tang Yi behind, and turned to leave.

However, Tang Yi simply couldn't catch up. After all, he had been single for five hundred years in his past life, and where would he learn to understand a woman's mind?

"Tang… Tang Yi!" At the same time, Xiaowen ran down the stairs, out of breath, bringing astonishing news: "Hurry… go save Fatty!"

"What happened to him?"

"Fatty was kidnapped by his cousin Lin Meng and his men. They said if you want to save him, go to the Imperial Club!"

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The Dynasty Club, the most upscale entertainment venue in all of Shanghai, covering tens of thousands of square meters—an unimaginable feat in the expensive city. The decoration of the entire club cost billions, truly magnificent and fit for an emperor.

Just one of its top-tier presidential suites covers several hundred square meters and even includes a small dance floor. The lighting and sound system alone are worth millions. Merely the cost for one hour here is a hundred thousand, certainly not something ordinary people could afford.

At that moment, in the small dance floor, more than a dozen young and beautiful women were freely swaying their slender and lovely figures to the rhythm of the background music.

Meanwhile, Lin Shaocong was tied up, hands and feet bound, being forcibly pressed down on his knees on the ground. Although he struggled mightily to stand up, each attempt was met with beating from several burly men.

At this point, Lin Shaocong's face was bruised and swollen with countless injuries, clearly having undergone considerable physical suffering.

On the other side, sitting on a sofa, Lin Meng looked disdainfully at Lin Shaocong and taunted, "Hey fatso, not so cocky now, are you? A few days ago, with Tang Yi backing you up, you were acting all tough!"

"Go to hell, Lin Meng, if you're really a man, let me go, and we can have a one-on-one duel!" Lin Shaocong provocatively said, "I guarantee, I'll beat you down just like last time, making you kneel and beg for mercy!"

Pointing out Lin Meng's past embarrassment in public, Lin Meng burst into rage, "You…"

"Haha!" However, a man in his thirties sitting next to Lin Meng laughed out loud, patted Lin Meng's shoulder, and said, "Young Meng, you really talk big, claiming all those years of karate, yet you're getting beaten and made to kneel by a fatty!"

"Brother Hao, don't listen to this fatso's nonsense!" Lin Meng defended, "Last time I was injured first by that Tang Yi, if not because of him, this fatso wouldn't stand a chance against me!"

"Oh? Is that Tang Yi really that powerful?"

"Yes, that bastard was nothing but a loser before. Somehow, he suddenly became very strong!" Lin Meng said, "Brother Hao, you know my skills. Not to brag, but ordinary folks, even three or four at a time, are no match for me, yet I couldn't withstand a single move from Tang Yi!"

The Brother Hao next to Lin Meng was Xie Tianhao, the owner of the Dynasty Club and a man with significant influence in Shanghai.

"It seems the kid does have some skills, no wonder you came to me for backup!" Xie Tianhao laughed, "Don't worry, since I promised to help you regain your dignity, I naturally will follow through. No matter how skilled that kid is, can he really surpass a special forces soldier?"

As Xie Tianhao spoke, he pointed to a tall burly man standing beside him, and laughed, "You know Ah Hu, right? He used to be in the special forces. After retiring, he fought in underground boxing matches at my venue, competing with top fighters from both home and abroad.

To date, he hasn't lost a single match. When that kid arrives, let him experience how formidable Ah Hu's fists are!"

"Brother Hu!" Lin Meng knew how to curry favor. He quickly raised his glass, stood up, and toasted Ah Hu, "We'll need you to take action personally in a bit!"

Ah Hu nodded but didn't say much, clearly a man of few words with a cool demeanor.

Meanwhile, Xie Tianhao assured, "Don't worry, as long as that kid dares to come, I guarantee he'll kneel down, kowtow, and admit his wrongs. If he disobeys, Ah Hu will cripple him!"

Before the words had fallen, inside the room, a faint cold snort suddenly sounded, "I am here!"

"To cripple me, let's see if you have the ability!"