Chapter 332 Peak Foundation establishment realm!
Chapter 332 Peak Foundation establishment realm!
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Status:-
Name: Zhang Wei
Age: 25
Body Rank: Diamond Body
Cultivation Level: Intial stage —> Peak Stage of foundation establishment realm
Bloodline: Dragon god transcended bloodline (Integration in progress: 5 %)
Spirit beast: None
Cultivation talent: None
Spiritual root rank: Heavenly Thunder Root (Heaven-defying Spiritual root)
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“Whoa, does this little locket pack that much power?” Zhang Wei exclaimed, genuine surprise flickering across his face as his cultivation soared through the peak in an instant.
“[Host], you can toss the locket now; you’ve absorbed all its power and the souls from those cultivators earlier,” the voice advised.
Zhang Wei nodded, the lifeblood fusion art revealing a darker path to elevate his cultivation—slaughtering cultivators, absorbing their souls, and refining them together. It was brutal, but Zhang Wei rarely cared.
Satisfied with the unconventional harvest of power, Zhang Wei steered his car through the city streets, a self-satisfied smile gracing his features. Parking the vehicle outside the hotel, he strode toward the presidential suite.
Yet, on the threshold of his destination, a sudden intuition seized him. A formidable presence loomed, prompting Zhang Wei to halt in his tracks, senses heightened and attuned.
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Wei Jun pivoted, his gaze locking onto Zhang Wei. “Another cultivator?” he mused, momentarily entertained by the notion.
However, dismissing the thought, he discerned a subtle absence of the internal energy characteristic of cultivators within Zhang Wei.
Zhang Wei, though acknowledging Wei Jun’s formidable aura, heightened his alertness.
Amidst the ambient hum of the dining area, a woman, also seated at the same table as Wei Jun, caught Zhang Wei’s attention.
The hotel receptionist, her presence hinted at an off-shift interlude. Unperturbed, Zhang Wei moved towards the left, guided by the system’s insights into Wei Jun’s connection with Sun Qiang.
Approaching the entrance to the presidential suite, Zhang Wei noted the unusual emptiness that cloaked the usually attended hallway. Despite the absence of a customary reception, he pressed forward, disregarding the lapse in hotel protocol.
A resounding *click* echoed as Zhang Wei effortlessly pushed open the unlatched door. Darkness enveloped the interior, with all lights extinguished. To the casual observer, it might suggest an abode in serene repose. However, Zhang Wei’s eyes, attuned to the nuances of the night, pierced through the obscurity.
Guided by his unique control over the elemental forces of darkness, Zhang Wei discerned a slight open door amidst the shrouded suite. With a calculated assumption, he believed it led to the presence he sought—Zhou Jiajia.
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‘Is he here…?’ Beneath the cover of her blanket, Zhou Jiajia’s face emerged, a subtle smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Her eyes, like nimble creatures, scurried through the darkness, seeking out Zhang Wei’s form.
Did the presence of Hu Ning with Zhang Wei spark a flame of anger within her? Undoubtedly.
Yet, did it erupt into a tempest of emotions, a display of fiery wrath? No.
In the tapestry of her life, Zhou Jiajia had encountered more women in her father’s company than the number of years she had lived.
Initially, seeing Zhang Wei and Hu Ning together delivered a jolt of surprise, a challenge to her composure.
However, returning hotel had brought a sense of desensitization. The initial shock evolved into a muted acceptance, and she found herself less perturbed, realizing that perhaps she had been overreacting all along.
“Did he not come?” Zhou Jiajia suddenly whispered, abruptly sitting up in the dimly lit room. Panic etched her face as she scanned for Zhang Wei, but he was nowhere to be found.
Just as she reached for the light switch, the room plunged into darkness, and her heart raced.
“Eh!?”
Before Zhou Jiajia could grasp the situation, she felt herself enveloped in warmth as Zhang Wei playfully rolled her up inside the cozy blanket.
With a mischievous grin, he effortlessly scooped her up. “Stop moving, or I might drop you.”
“What!?” Zhou Jiajia’s ears rang with his voice, muffled within the confines of the blanket. Suffocating, she teetered between laughter and bewilderment.
What on earth was happening?
Where was he spiritedly taking her?
Surely, he wouldn’t toss her into the sea, right?
Well, she wasn’t genuinely angry!
In fact, she prided herself on being quite accommodating!
She pondered a myriad of reasons why Zhang Wei wouldn’t pull some wicked prank on her.
However, her thoughts were interrupted as Zhang Wei carried the rolled-up blanket, containing Zhou Jiajia, directly into the elevator and then gently placed her in the co-pilot seat of the car before speeding away into the night.
Vrooom!
The car’s engine roared to life with a triumphant vroom, jolting Zhou Jiajia from her initial lightheartedness into a sudden unease.
As the vehicle gained momentum, she couldn’t help but wonder, “Where is he taking me?” The playful banter that had defined their interaction now gave way to a subtle undercurrent of uncertainty.
Her imagination, ever vibrant, flirted with the idea—could Zhang Wei, in his teasing demeanor, harbor the guise of a kidnapper?
A nervous gulp escaped her, and a flush of embarrassment tinted her cheeks.
Shaking her head to dispel the disconcerting thoughts, she unwittingly unfurled the blanket that had enveloped her. In a swift realization, she found herself freed from its cozy confines.
Emerging from the discarded cocoon, Zhou Jiajia’s gaze fixated sternly on Zhang Wei.
“You can’t just wrap me up like a roll! Show some respect!” Her annoyance, growing in the words, echoed in the quiet car cabin.
She cast the liberated blanket aside, demanding an explanation for this unexpected detour.
Zhang Wei’s laughter resonated within the car as he rolled down the windows. “Take the blankets back; it would be cold.”
Confused, Zhou Jiajia complied, rustling the blanket to wrap herself once again. “Why don’t you close the windows and turn on the heater?” she questioned, seeking warmth in the chilly night air.
“It won’t be fun,” Zhang Wei responded, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Furrowing her brows, Zhou Jiajia couldn’t help but voice her curiosity. “Where are we going?”
Zhang Wei pointed towards a distant hill through the windshield. “Towards the top.”
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