Dominating the Powerful Families: Rebirth of
Chapter 139: Come and Fight if You Disagree!_1

Chapter 139: Chapter 139: Come and Fight if You Disagree!_1

Zhao Dashan laughed heartily, "You, this kid, are still being formal with me. Don’t mention any disturbance, I’ve been longing for your visit. Come, come, come, take a seat over here, and let’s have a cup of tea first."

Zhao Dashan was a few years older than Dugu Jun’an, and he treated Dugu Zixi as if he were treating his own nephew. He used to feel sorry for Dugu Zixi, who had to endure illness at such a young age, and now that he knew Zixi had found his own fortune, he genuinely felt happy for him.

Zixi responded with a "Sure" and sat down on the sofa with him.

Zhao Dashan prepared a pot of tea and personally handed it to him, saying with a smile, "Here, have some tea. This tea was gifted to me by the old master, and I’ve been saving it because I am reluctant to drink it myself. Since you’re here today, let’s brew it and give it a try. Whatever comes from the old master should be pretty good."

Ordinary visitors wouldn’t receive such attentive hospitality when they came to Zhao Dashan’s place.

But he knew that Dugu Zixi was a true heir of a Wealthy Family, accustomed to enjoying only the finest things, so Zhao Dashan dare not slight him.

Zixi picked up the teacup with graceful movements, took a gentle sip, rolling it over his tongue, then lightly smiled at Zhao Dashan and remarked, "Indeed, it’s not bad."

But that was all it was—just not bad.

This tea from the Mortal World, lacking Spiritual Energy because of the way it was grown, was limited in quality, and no matter how good, it was far from comparable to the Spiritual Tea that he and Xiaoxing possessed in their Lifespace.

Of course, Zixi would definitely not voice this sentiment to avoid hurting feelings.

That Zhao Dashan would bring out such a treasured gift from the old master to entertain him was already the highest form of respect. If he showed any ingratitude, that would be truly unbecoming.

If they got along well, perhaps he could consider giving Zhao Dashan some Spiritual Tea and Spiritual Wine to try in the future.

Zhao Dashan then briefed Zixi about the situation, "Zixi, the place I’m going to take you later is the strongest corps in the Capital City military district—the Hidden Dragon Special Corps."

"The commander of the Hidden Dragon Special Corps is Wei Ting, who is 31 years old this year, has established countless military merits, and is an incredibly formidable spearhead."

"He’s somewhat stubborn, believing in the might of the fist and the respect for the powerful. As long as you are stronger than him, you don’t have to worry about him not following your lead!"

"As for the other special forces soldiers beneath him, none have surpassed Wei Ting so far. You should be able to beat them all, right?"

Although both Dugu’s grandfather and Dugu Jun’an had told him that Zixi’s cultivation was very profound.

But as Zhao Dashan had never witnessed his martial prowess firsthand, he couldn’t quite fathom the extent of Zixi’s abilities, which is why he had such a question in mind.

Zixi smiled faintly as usual, "It shouldn’t be a problem."

Zhao Dashan, looking at Zixi with his calm and confident demeanor, slapped his thigh heartily, "Alright, since you said it’s no problem, then I’ll take you over to give it a try right now."

"Sure."

Zixi stood up and followed behind Zhao Dashan, along with the guard Lin Xiaodong. Lin Xiaodong drove them toward the Hidden Dragon Special Corps located deep in the mountains.

Hidden Dragon Special Corps.

At this moment, the corps commander, Wei Ting, was sitting with a soldier dressed in camouflage military uniform.

One of the men, known as the "military advisor," was named Ruan Congjun, and he was also the deputy commander of the Hidden Dragon Special Corps.

Ruan Congjun’s appearance seemed rather delicate, but if you thought he was easy to bully, you’d be mistaken.

He possessed a hereditary Eagle Claw Skill that was incredibly powerful. Even among the Hidden Dragon Special Corps, there were few who could match him.

At this time, he was asking Wei Ting, "Commander, wasn’t it said that a master would be parachuting in to act as an instructor for us today? How come there’s still no sign of him?"

Wei Ting glanced at the time and replied in a deep voice, "It should be about time!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the phone on the table rang.

Wei Ting picked up the call, and just as he greeted, he heard the person on the other end reporting, "Report to the commander, the commander’s car has just entered, carrying a young man who looks to be about 17 or 18 years old."

Wei Ting acknowledged with a "I know!" and hung up the phone.

He stood up and said to Ruan Congjun, "He’s here! The commander himself is bringing someone over. Let’s go out and meet them at the entrance."

When Ruan Congjun and the others heard that the commander himself was bringing someone over, their faces showed surprise, "Wow, the commander is personally bringing someone over, what kind of background does this guy have to be so awesome!"

Wei Ting snorted coldly, "No matter what background he has, if he doesn’t have real skill, he won’t stay here—he can just roll back to where he came from!"

Ruan Congjun gave him a thumbs up and laughed, "Commander, you’re tough! I think you’re the only one who dares to say this."

What Wei Ting and Ruan Congjun didn’t realize was that Dugu Zixi had overheard their conversation.

Dugu Zixi was unconcerned; on the contrary, he found Wei Ting quite a character. Soldiers should have such passionate sentiments; they should do things properly without seeking instant success and quick profits.

If Wei Ting had been a self-serving opportunist, Dugu Zixi would have had little respect for him.

Wei Ting and Ruan Congjun had just reached the bottom of the office building when they saw the commander’s car had already stopped there.

Wei Ting hurriedly moved forward to salute, ready to open the car door for the commander.

But the person who got out of the car wasn’t Commander Zhao Dashan; instead, it was a young man with an elegant and handsome demeanor.

Wei Ting was momentarily stunned, then quickly recovered and extended his hand to Dugu Zixi, "Hello! I am Wei Ting, the commander of the Hidden Dragon Special Corps. Welcome!"

Dugu Zixi also extended his hand to shake his, simply stating his name, "Dugu Zixi."

Wei Ting then introduced Ruan Congjun who was standing beside him, "This is our Corps’ Deputy Commander, Ruan Congjun."

Dugu Zixi also shook hands with Ruan Congjun, "Hello!"

Ruan Congjun wanted to test the mettle of Dugu Zixi, so he used thirty percent of his strength in the handshake.

In Ruan Congjun’s opinion, his Eagle Claw Skill was unmatched by many in the Corps, and taking on someone like Dugu Zixi, with his pretty-boy looks, a thirty percent effort should be sufficient to give him a hard time.

Dugu Zixi looked young and tender because his body, refined from cultivating, was free of impurities and full of Spiritual Energy, giving his skin an exceptionally delicate appearance, even better than some women’s.

In this military camp where dark skin was a sign of masculinity, Dugu Zixi was indeed the "pretty boy" Ruan Congjun spoke of!

But he quickly realized his mistake.

The thirty percent strength he exerted dissipated like a mud ox into the sea, stirring not even a ripple.

Ruan Congjun, stubbornly disbelieving, increased his strength to fifty percent.

Yet, it was still as futile as an ant trying to shake a tree, completely unable to move Dugu Zixi.

Ruan Congjun, who hadn’t found a new opponent in a long time, was shocked and excited at the same time; he boldly increased his strength to its full capacity.