Realm-Hopping Martial Master-Chapter 421 - 260: Unaware of Martial Saint’s Presence, Bowing Deeply Like Pounding Garlic_2

Chapter 421: Chapter 260: Unaware of Martial Saint’s Presence, Bowing Deeply Like Pounding Garlic_2

In an instant, countless male tourists were attracted. Some pretended to look at clothes, but awkwardly snuck several glances. Others pretended to reply to messages on their phones, but actually turned on their cameras and secretly recorded videos.

"Hello, I am Wang Ziyi. This mall is owned by my family. If the lady likes this outfit, I’ll take the opportunity to offer it to her as a gift. It just so happens that our mall is also looking to break into the market, and we need to shoot a promotional video. Would you be interested in acting in it?"

"As for the price, that’s negotiable. If you could maintain a long-term cooperation with our mall, you could even start with a seven-figure annual salary."

Just as Ye Zhenzhen was about to scan and pay for her purchase, a young man in a sharp suit with a handsome face suddenly walked over quickly. He was followed closely by several tall and burly men in sunglasses. Each of the large men remained silent, their bodies radiating a clearly noticeable strength of Blood Qi, heating up the air around them.

Wang Ziyi gazed deeply at Ye Zhenzhen. His family’s assets had long exceeded one billion, and their properties included not only malls but also an entertainment company. As chairman of the entertainment company, he had seen countless beauties. To the common folk, online celebrities with millions of followers were unattainable. But all it took was a flick of his finger for them to willingly prepare various outfits at night, obediently saying, "Young Master, it’s a safe day today."

He had grown somewhat tired of such female internet celebrities and actresses. So, over the past six months, he had primarily immersed himself in expanding his business and elevating his own Martial Arts skills. His Martial Arts Realm had, with the help of substantial resources, successfully reached the Third Realm set by Jiang Wushen: Energy Integrating into Organs.

Not only had he become a prominent rising star in the Tianshu Province business community at just thirty years old. He had also attended various Grandmaster Conventions within the Tianshu Martial Arts circles, engaging in joyful conversations over drinks with many former masters. As a result, his fame grew by the day. Business magnate, Martial Arts genius—titles piled upon his head.

And with the Third Realm of Martial Arts, energy tempered his vital organs. This enhanced his abilities and allowed him to see minute details he once could not discern. Internet celebrities and actresses, who didn’t practice Martial Arts, were ultimately of nurtured constitution, lacking the genuine sense of being naturally sculpted. But today, he saw it! This lady in the light red long dress was definitely the most stunning he had seen in the past six months.

Ordinary people might think she was just prettier than online celebrities and actresses. But to him, the difference was like that between heaven and earth, immortal and mortal. Ye Zhenzhen just stood there as if she had no flaws at all, like a piece of pure, pristine jade. It made one wonder whether she was naturally so or if she had consumed some treasure medicine. As for practicing Martial Arts, he had never even considered it for her. He himself practiced Martial Arts and knew how much family wealth he had spent to reach the Master Realm. Ordinary people simply couldn’t afford such expenditure. If this lady truly came from such a family, she definitely wouldn’t choose such an ordinary man as her companion. It is known that women naturally admire strength.

His gaze shifted slightly over Jiang Shu, and Wang Ziyi’s lips curved, his eyes gleaming. He believed that very few people would refuse his invitation. After all, the invitation he spoke of was like a huge pie falling from the sky. It seemed without any danger. It was just about shooting a promotional video. With a million as an annual salary, how could any ordinary person refuse? And this man could not, because of his own narrow-mindedness, block his "girlfriend’s" prospects, could he?

Wang Ziyi smiled charmingly, his demeanor graceful. His identity was recognized by some of the customers, who whispered:

"I didn’t expect the Wang Family’s young master to actually come shopping at the mall. This lady is truly fortunate. She could make a million a year just like that. I’d love to ask the young master if gender could be a bit more flexible."

"If someone else said they could make a million a year, I’d scoff. But if it’s the young master saying it, I’d think that a million is just the baseline! The superstar Su Su, under his banner, gets eight hundred thousand just for one advertisement."

"Although we’re in the age of Martial Arts, I have to say, beauty always has a market. And this lady in the light red dress is genuinely beautiful. I’ve seen some internet celebrities and stars who aren’t this stunning in real life; she literally has charm from every angle."

"More importantly, I heard that the young master recently attended the Grand Martial Assembly of Tianshu and has been promoted to a Martial Arts Grandmaster."

"One hand holding wealth, the other wielding power. I wonder which woman will eventually marry formally into the Wang Family."

Listening to the surrounding discussions, Wang Ziyi grew even more confident. He believed that these words reaching Ye Zhenzhen’s ears would undoubtedly add continuously to his advantage. In an era before the resurgence of Yuan Qi, ordinary people and the elite were already in different classes. With the full resurgence and rise of Martial Arts, the class gap would only widen. Elites could buy more Martial Arts resources than ordinary people. They could enter deep sleep in martial artists’ sleep chambers and consume exotic lean meats and Heaven and Earth Treasure Medicine. For ordinary people wishing to change their class, there were only two means.

Birthright.

Marriage.

As for practicing Martial Arts? Indeed, there are civilians whose Martial Arts skills reach the heavens, but how many have the talent of Jiang Wushen. In the vast Xia Country, the only one who can truly surpass the nobles now is Jiang Wushen alone! Even Wang Tianren is himself a part of the nobility.

"How about it, think it over? Give this young lady one of my business cards."

He turned and spoke to a bodyguard behind him. The bodyguard, his face full of respect, took out a gold-embossed business card from his chest. He held it as if it were a treasured item and carefully handed it over.

However, just when everyone thought Ye Zhenzhen would accept the business card, the bodyguard’s body suddenly stiffened. In front of him, it was as if there were thousands of pounds of resistance. With his Manifested Strength, he couldn’t even move forward a millimeter. He looked up in horror, only to see a coldness in Ye Zhenzhen’s eyes.

Then, an invisible wall of Qi burst forth. The bodyguard, a large and muscular man weighing over two hundred pounds, was suddenly thrown several meters away and slammed onto the corridor floor.

"No need for the business card."

Ye Zhenzhen took a step forward. With a light hum, the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi fluctuated. It was like a breeze lifting the corners of the clothes of the surrounding customers. Wang Ziyi’s bodyguards were even swept over by the Gang Qi. The neat suits they wore, at this moment, seemed as if they had been sliced by a knife.

RRRIP!

The suits split, revealing the white shirts underneath. The bodyguards with Manifested Strength broke out in cold sweat, utterly motionless, deeply afraid of being struck down by the Gang Qi.

This was... Qi Refining into Gang! This was the hallmark of a Martial Saint!

In the era of great Martial Arts, now even a common person knew the differences among the Six Martial Arts Realms. Not to mention Wang Ziyi, even the old man of the Wang Family, upon seeing a Martial Saint, would show utmost respect. He would welcome him to the seat of honor. A powerful Martial Saint could now contend against small squads, standing alone against thousands, seizing the life of their leaders. At this Realm, one was completely unfettered by mere power and authority. The only thing that could be done was to try to win them over.

"Mar... Martial Saint!"

Ye Zhenzhen’s voice was very light, yet it exploded like thunder in Wang Ziyi’s ears. He swallowed hard; by now, he understood that he had stirred up major trouble.

Martial Saint. Such a young Martial Saint. Who was this, and why had I never heard of her before! In the past Martial Arts circles, there was a saying: Do not disrespect a Grandmaster. If that was the case with a Grandmaster, what then of a Martial Saint? In the eyes of commoners, the Wang Family was a colossal entity. But in front of a Martial Saint, their life or death was merely a thought away. If today, I could not obtain the forgiveness of the Martial Saint, then at best, the Wang Family’s market value would evaporate by billions. At worst, we would be completely bankrupt and forced to leave Tianshu Province.

THUD. Wang Ziyi’s legs went weak, and he, who had a considerable reputation in Tianshu Province, suddenly knelt down. In front of all the internet celebrities and actors, his head, once haughtily commanding, now deeply bowed, touching the ground.

In the silent crowd, he kowtowed like pounding garlic, his voice trembling, "THUMP, THUMP, THUMP... This humble one, Wang Ziyi, did not recognize the presence of a Martial Saint. My crime deserves ten thousand deaths..."