Peerless Bodyguard of a Stunning Beauty-Chapter 104 - 87: Advancing to Level 19, Facing Achilles_2

The assistant came out and said, "Sorry to keep you big shots waiting so long..."

Before the assistant could finish, Achilles cut him off. "Is Zhao Rong done eating yet? Hurry up and get him out here. I’m waiting to kill him so I can head back to the Wild Wolf Sect."

Looking at the three men shivering uncontrollably, the assistant chuckled to himself and said, "Zhao Rong is currently bathing and changing. Please wait just a moment. He will be out shortly."

Hearing that Zhao Rong was taking a bath, Achilles’s two henchmen said in a fury, "This Zhao Rong is so much damn trouble! Tell him to wash up quick and get out here."

「Another two hours passed.」

By now, it was deep into the night. The temperature had plummeted from over thirty degrees Celsius during the day to below freezing, and Achilles and his two henchmen had started sneezing from the cold.

Then, the assistant came out again. Unlike last time, when he had been wearing a light coat, he was now bundled up in a thick military overcoat. Sipping hot water, he said, "If you could just wait another half hour, Zhao Rong has finished getting dressed..."

Achilles interrupted him, sneezing as he spoke. "If he’s... dressed... why isn’t he out here..." Clearly, he was so cold that his words were slurring.

After taking a sip of hot tea and feeling warmer, the assistant replied, "Ah, about that. He has a stomachache. He’s just on the toilet taking a dump, and he’ll be right out after that."

Hearing that Zhao Rong was on the toilet *again*, Achilles exploded. "Damn it, lazy people are always full of crap! Tell Zhao Rong to hurry up, or we’re going home!"

It was obvious the three men in short sleeves were on the verge of being frozen into ice sculptures in the sub-zero temperature. Watching them approach their limit, the assistant laughed inwardly. Just wait another two hours. By then, the sun will be up. Zhao Rong will be down from the Cultivation Cave, too. After being frozen all night, let’s see if you three have any strength left to fight him.

At that moment, inside the Cultivation Cave in the mountains, Zhao Rong and the three women were fervently cultivating under Tao Hua’s guidance. Today was the Day of Light and the Day of True Qi, so the cave was overflowing with an exceptional amount of True Qi. Zhao Rong seized the opportunity. Knowing the abundance of True Qi available, he spared no effort, frantically breathing and absorbing it all. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

The three beautiful women were inspired by his dedicated efforts. They, too, focused their concentration, becoming completely absorbed in their cultivation.

Cultivation is an arduous process, a focused process, and ultimately, a rewarding process. After a night of strenuous and remarkable effort, Zhao Rong and the three women reaped great rewards as dawn broke.

Zhao Rong stood up, his entire body aching from the night’s work. Sensing the True Qi within his internal storm, he said in disbelief, "Tao Hua, I actually advanced two levels in a single night."

Upon hearing this, Tao Hua congratulated him. "Zhao Rong, you are naturally gifted. It’s perfectly reasonable for you to advance two levels on a night so rich in True Qi."

Just then, Miss Lili stood up. Rubbing the sore muscles from her night of cultivation, she asked Tao Hua, "Tao Hua, can you sense how many levels I went up tonight?"

Zhao Rong looked at Miss Lili and thought to himself, For a rich girl like her, it’s impressive enough to endure a night of hard cultivation and go up even one level.

But what Zhao Rong didn’t expect was Tao Hua’s reply. After sensing Miss Lili’s cultivation level, she congratulated her, "Congratulations, Miss Lili! You’ve gone up three levels tonight, shooting straight from level four to level seven."

Hearing that Miss Lili was even more formidable than he was, advancing three levels overnight, Zhao Rong exclaimed in awe, "Damn! So much for men being stronger! Women really can hold up half the sky."

Just as Miss Lili was basking in the excitement of her three-level jump, Yu Lan also stood up. After cultivating all night, her clothes were completely soaked with sweat. She looked at Tao Hua and said, "Tao Hua, can you check how many levels I went up?"

Looking at Yu Lan, Miss Lili thought, I’ve always been the leader here... Besides, I can endure more hardship than anyone. Yu Lan couldn’t possibly have leveled up more than me.

However, to Miss Lili’s astonishment, Tao Hua told Yu Lan that she had soared four levels, jumping from level four to level eight.

When she heard she had reached level eight and surpassed Miss Lili, Yu Lan couldn’t hold back her tears of joy. I always thought Miss Lili was the boss and that Zhao Rong would love her a little more... But now, my cultivation level is higher than hers. Does that mean... Zhao Rong will love me a little more?

Meanwhile, when Miss Lili heard that Yu Lan had surpassed her in cultivation, she nearly burst into tears of frustration. Clearly, although the three women had a good relationship, they were fiercely competitive when it came to their cultivation progress.

At this time, the normally frail Xuelian also wanted to know how many levels she had risen. But when everyone heard Xuelian ask Tao Hua her question, Miss Lili thought to herself, Xuelian has always been the youngest sister, timid and not very strong. It would be amazing if she went up even one level tonight.

Yu Lan also felt that Xuelian was too shy and reserved. It would be a great achievement for her to go up even half a level tonight, let alone a full one.

However, when Tao Hua sensed Xuelian’s cultivation level, her eyes widened in shock. She exclaimed, "Xuelian, how did you get so powerful tonight? You’ve jumped five levels, going directly from level four to level nine!"

When Miss Lili heard that Xuelian had advanced five levels, she staggered back, nearly falling to the ground. Xuelian, you’ve got to be kidding me! How are you so ridiculously strong? To jump five levels to level nine despite your frail constitution... that’s incredible!

Yu Lan was also completely in awe of Xuelian. This Xuelian seems so delicate, but she’s an absolute beast at cultivation. You really can’t judge a book by its cover.

The group that emerged from the Cultivation Cave had all reaped a bountiful harvest. Zhao Rong rose two levels, from seventeen to nineteen. Miss Lili rose three levels, from four to seven. Yu Lan rose four levels, from four to eight. Xuelian rose five levels, from four to nine.

Because they had leveled up, they all felt faster and more energetic. Soon, they arrived at the entrance of the True Martial Sect.

There, Achilles and his two henchmen, who had been waiting all night, looked like human icicles. They had spent the entire night anticipating their battle, fantasizing about killing Zhao Rong and getting their revenge. Yet before the fight could even begin, the cold had already defeated them. Achilles was standing there with blurred vision, running a high fever of 104 degrees Fahrenheit. Henchman A’s rheumatism had flared up from the cold, making it difficult for him to even walk. Henchman B had it even worse; the cold had triggered his hemorrhoids, turning a simple trip to the bathroom into an ordeal.

When the trio saw Zhao Rong approaching, clad in a Canada Goose down jacket and leading four beautiful women in mink coats, they broke down in tears.

Achilles threw the thermometer he’d had tucked under his arm onto the ground. "I waited for you all night!" he cried. "I waited until I was burning up with a fever, and now you finally decide to show up for the fight!"

Henchman A violently tore a medicinal plaster from his knee. With a runny nose, he said, "Zhao Rong, you really know how to play games. Making us wait all night... You put on more airs than the Sect Leader himself!"

Henchman B, clutching his rear with a pained expression, whimpered, "Zhao Rong, we were out here waiting for you in the freezing wind, while you were snuggled up nice and warm with three gorgeous women?"

Zhao Rong stepped forward and looked at the three men before him—one sick, one injured, and one in agony.

Are these three invalids here to be my punching bags? he thought.