Madman!

Chapter 110: I'm Claiming This Windfall

Hearing this, Chen Wujun frowned immediately, falling into deep thought.

"You mean I have to beat ten thousand people to death?"

Chen Bo's calm expression instantly froze.

Seeing Chen Wujun's serious contemplation, Chen Bo forced a smile. "That was a figure of speech. It means that behind your goal lie the lives of countless people."

"I see... So can it be done or not?" Chen Wujun leaned back in his chair.

"If you were merely seeking wealth, it might be possible. But if you want to change your fate... my skills are insufficient. I can't help you," Chen Bo replied after a moment of thought.

"Then I want wealth!" Chen Wujun realized this old man actually knew his stuff—he had guessed Wujun wanted to change his luck without being told.

Moreover, the man had a keen eye; he could tell Wujun had just killed someone.

"Wealth comes in three forms: Regular Wealth, Side Wealth, and Windfall Wealth... You aren't after Regular Wealth, which leaves Side and Windfall... A Windfall is more likely!"

"Spot on. 'A man can't get rich without a windfall.' I'm after a windfall." Chen Wujun laughed heartily."If you seek a windfall, you should be asking yourself. What use is asking me?" Chen Bo retorted.

"Then what good are you? Are you playing me?" Chen Wujun's expression turned unfriendly.

Chen Bo gave a bitter smile. "Ordinary people seek Regular Wealth, which depends on Feng Shui and destiny. But you're seeking a windfall—that's licking blood from a blade tip. If I had that kind of ability, why would I be sitting here?"

Chen Bo pondered for a moment, then said, "Your killing aura is too heavy. Ordinary wealth-summoning rituals definitely won't work for you. I have a method called the Five Ghosts Wealth Transport."

"This technique doesn't involve raising little ghosts to harm people. Instead, it borrows a stream of yin spiritual energy to stimulate your Wealth Palace, allowing you to seize opportunities faster."

He immediately took out yellow paper and cut out five small figures. Then he told Chen Wujun, "To use this Five Ghosts Wealth Transport method, I need three drops of your blood. I also need an item of wealth that has passed through your hands recently and is tainted with karma and trouble—dispute. The amount doesn't matter; even a bloody coin will do."

"An item of wealth?" Chen Wujun asked, puzzled.

"Exactly. Money tainted with conflict, preferably within the last three days," Chen Bo said.

This requirement didn't seem difficult, but in reality, it was quite high.

Unless the person had gotten into a conflict over money or robbed someone within the last three days.

If the client couldn't produce it, Chen Bo naturally wouldn't have to perform the ritual.

Once Chen Wujun understood, his mind spun, and he had an idea.

One had to be flexible; there were always ways.

He stood up immediately. "Wait here."

He went out and called Ah Fei to go downstairs.

"Brother Jun, what's up? I can handle it."

"That old man wants money tainted with trouble. Bloody money is best."

They were in the bustling commercial area of Mong Kok Tsui, with people coming and going.

Chen Wujun hadn't walked far before a stack of money fell from his pocket—at least several hundred bucks.

A young man with multicolored hair and a gangster vibe trailing behind saw it. His eyes instantly lit up, and he stepped forward to plant his foot on the cash, his gaze darting around to see if anyone had noticed.

Then he lowered his head to tie his shoelace, sliding the money from under his foot. But before he could stuff it into his pocket, his wrist was seized.

"What are you doing?" The youth glared instantly, but then he saw Chen Wujun's unkind expression and noticed his imposing physique.

Still, with hundreds of dollars on the ground, the youth tried to force himself to stay calm.

"What? I dropped my money. You trying to rob me?"

Chen Wujun slapped him across the face.

"You dare steal my money?"

The slap made the youth see stars. Blood poured from his nose and mouth as he collapsed right there.

Chen Wujun kicked him in the stomach, leaving the youth gasping for air.

"Kid, keep your eyes open next time. I'm in a good mood today and don't want trouble, otherwise I'd break your hand!" Chen Wujun bent down and took the money from the youth's hand.

"It's still a bit short. Did you stuff some of my money in your pocket?"

He rummaged through the youth's pocket and found another ten or twenty bucks.

"I knew it was short."

He wiped the money against the blood on the youth's face, then gave him another hateful kick.

Only then did he turn and head upstairs. Arriving back at Chen Bo's place, he threw the money onto the table.

"Money tainted with trouble. It's got the trouble, and it's got the blood."

Chen Bo was helpless. "I need to take three drops of blood from your fingertip as a catalyst to connect the ritual to you."

Chen Wujun pricked his finger with a needle. The pain in his finger made him unhappy.

Squeezing out the blood, he warned:

"If this isn't effective, I'm coming back to make trouble for you."

Chen Bo threw the blood-stained paper figures and the bloody money into a fire basin, lit them, and then tossed in a few sticks of incense.

"The wealth brought by the Five Ghosts carries baleful energy and will inevitably be linked to trouble. The specifics depend on your own means."

Chen Bo meant that if it didn't work, it was merely because Chen Wujun's means were insufficient.

Chen Wujun figured that if it didn't work, the old man was scamming him, and he would just get his 'windfall' from the old man instead.

"How much?" Chen Wujun asked, leaning back in the chair.

"Thirty thousand." Chen Bo wasn't polite about it.

If he had said there was no charge, or that Chen Wujun could pay after getting the wealth, Chen Wujun would have been suspicious.

Since he was so blunt about the price, Chen Wujun actually felt a bit more reassured. Though he still thought that if it failed, the old man was just scamming him, and he'd rob him later.

He charged thirty thousand just for one person; he must make over a million a month. The man surely had a substantial fortune.

Thinking of this, Chen Wujun cheered up and laughed heartily.

"No problem! I trust you! I'll have someone get it for you right now!"

Chen Wujun went out and tossed his card to Ah Fei, telling him to go down and withdraw the cash.

On the way back, Ah Fei asked curiously, "Brother Jun, is that old man legit?"

"Definitely legit. He has to be," Chen Wujun replied without hesitation.

He was claiming this windfall no matter what.

It turned out finding a master was useful after all.

Chen Wujun felt the trip hadn't been in vain.

...

Evening, Qinzhou Street Temporary Playground, the open-air market.

It was as lively as ever, as chaotic as ever, and teeming with life.

Theft, robbery, begging, drug abuse, and omnipresent malice made this place exceptionally twisted.

A van sped toward the empty lot beside the market again, stopping with a drift.

The door opened, and a sack was pushed out.

The van then sped away.

Several people gathered around and opened the sack, revealing the corpse inside.

"Who is it? Do you know him?" They looked around.

Others gradually gathered. One of them stared wide-eyed upon seeing the corpse's face, then began to tremble all over.

"Shan... Master... Master Shan..."

Soon, Nguyen Van Son's body was taken away by members of Shengsha.

That evening, inside a factory conference room, the atmosphere was heavy.

A tall, thin man sat at the head of the table, speaking slowly.

"You should all know the situation. Number Four took a difficult job: Hetu's Shark Jiu has a junior named Chen Wujun."

"Ah Xiang died at his hands, and now Number Four has also died at his hands..."

The gangs of the Luoyue People mostly adopted a family hierarchy system, where numbers represented rank and status within the gang.

Nguyen Van Son was Number Four; he was the gang's fourth-in-command, one of the Hall Masters.

And the relationship between Number Four and Ah Xiang... was no secret among Shengsha's high command.

"I know the kid. They say he's fierce, but he's no match for Number Four. Especially since Number Four took so many men. Was there not a single survivor?" A bald man in a white tight tank top asked in a deep voice.

"None. All dead. We don't know what happened on Lidong's side either; the guides they sent didn't return."

"Maybe Lidong gave false intel, or they're involved!" A woman with a scarred, ugly face spoke up.

"That kid is Shark Jiu's junior. Shark Jiu likely intervened this time. Boss, what do you plan to do?" A youth asked.

"I called you here just to notify you. We need to investigate the situation first." The thin man at the head had eyes full of malice.

"We've already lost quite a few people to that kid. We must get the facts straight. This isn't just about Lidong anymore; Number Four's body was dumped back here for everyone to see. If we don't take him out, we'll have to offer discounts on ransoms in the future."

"But don't let Fire Dragon off the hook. Tell him he has to add money—another two million. Also, his intel was inaccurate and got Number Four killed. Make him pay ten million in compensation."

"He pays whether he wants to or not. If he doesn't, we'll go collect it ourselves."

...

For the next few days, Chen Wujun did nothing but train and count the time.

He hadn't asked Chen Bo how long the Five Ghosts Wealth Transport would take to show results, but his internal deadline was ten days.

If he didn't see a windfall in ten days, he'd go kidnap Chen Bo.

Five days passed. His Three Emperors Cannon Hammer skills had become much more proficient, especially the 'Master's Three Arching Hands' move, which he now practiced with increasing familiarity.

On Tuesday, when Chen Wujun met Zhou Qing, he asked, "Master, what is the Transformation Realm? How can one reach the Transformation Realm?"

"Have you heard the phrase 'Reached the Transformation Realm'?" Zhou Qing asked first, then explained:

"It means your skill and artistry have reached a state of perfection."

"So, the Transformation Realm is when your Kung Fu reaches perfection. Your whole body—tendons, membranes, and bones—is connected as one. You can even control your internal organs."

"At this level, internal force permeates the entire body. Even if it's your teeth, tongue, fingernails, or hair... if someone strikes you anywhere, your body will naturally counterattack."

"In the old sayings, it is described as 'Not a feather can be added, nor a fly can land.' If a feather falls on you, it is naturally bounced off. If a fly lands on you, the force within your body vibrates to kill it."

"At this stage, you could even beat a New Arts martial artist at the Reconstruction Critical Point to death."

"After the Transformation Realm, the next step up is Embracing the Pill. One's entire spirit, energy, and marrow return to a single point—concentrating all the body's force to explode from the Dantian. At this step, a martial artist can control their blood, Qi, and physical stamina, breaking human limits to unleash incredible power."

"At that point, having mastered all bodily functions, undergoing the Enhancement Reconstruction Magnetic Field is easy—a single step skipping over years or decades of bitter work by those New Arts martial artists. Even after reaching the Magnetic Field Level, one's control over the body is far beyond what New Arts practitioners can compare to."

Zhou Qing said a lot today, not only explaining the Transformation Realm but also telling Chen Wujun about Embracing the Pill.

On his way back, Chen Wujun was still thinking about what Zhou Qing had said regarding the Transformation Realm.

After all, Embracing the Pill and the Magnetic Field Level were too far away for him.

He was more interested in knowing if his Senior Sister, Shark Jiu, had reached the Transformation Realm—if she had trained her Kung Fu to perfection.

...

The next day, Shark Jiu called Chen Wujun.

"There's a company meeting this afternoon. Come find me at Jindi Finance in a bit."