I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2359 - 1496: Tathagata Divine Palm (Part 2)

A long time ago, he didn’t quite grasp why figures like Lan Peizhi still existed in this era.

Now, the understanding dawned upon him.

No matter how the gears of history turn, the world could never be purely black and white, but rather a complex spectrum of gray.

Much like—

"Smack."

Jiang Chen swatted yet another mosquito.

Just as humanity can never truly eradicate mosquitoes, only learn to coexist with them.

"Gratitude? Bare hands?"

"Can’t you perceive it? I'm clearly presenting a heart heavy with sincerity."

Having adjusted to the altitude, Jiang Chen, perched on the rooftop, gradually let his guard down. He inhaled the indescribable fragrance wafting his way, showing no hint of shame.

"Are you wearing perfume?"

He inquired.

"What brand? It smells delightful; I’ll procure some for Shu Rui and send it back."

Such a celestial being.

Would they resort to using perfume?

Evidently not.

That wasn't the core issue.

The real point was, even if perfume were used, presenting the same scent to one's girlfriend—what did that signify?

It resembled wearing matching attire.

Women often found it bothersome when others possessed the exact same scent as them.

"Do you wish to learn martial arts?"

Lan Peizhi abruptly posed the question.

Jiang Chen gave a decisive nod. "Yes."

"Leap from here, and I shall impart the knowledge to you."

Jiang Chen shifted his gaze from the captivating visage to the ground below, maintaining silence for a brief moment.

"Do you take me for a simpleton?"

Had his health been robust, he might have dared to attempt it. However, in his current state, taking such a chance was out of the question.

Boss Jiang, as ever, remained remarkably level-headed.

Even actions that appeared reckless were often underpinned by meticulously laid plans, with the singular exception of the time he rescued Li Shuru on the Heavenly Village path.

He resisted the temptation, maintaining extreme rationality. But the ultimate question was: did he truly have a choice?

A piercing scream provided the answer.

In truth, even after initially refusing, Jiang Chen had remained highly alert. Yet, on a rooftop barely a few meters high, there was simply nowhere to retreat.

Simultaneously.

As he pushed his luck further, he clearly began to reveal his disdain for the ruthlessness of others.

With unwelcome 'assistance', Comrade Jiang Chen, who had been sitting steadily atop the roof, lost his footing. He tumbled down with an elegant, albeit spectacular, roll, impacting the ground heavily and continuing to roll several times.

"My leg—"

Covered in dust and grime, Jiang Chen clutched his left leg, his face contorted in a grin of agony. He hadn't displayed such a pained expression even when cornered the previous night.

It was, however, entirely understandable.

Compared to those foreign assailants, Blood Guanyin was far more formidable, was it not?

But who could really fault him?

Setting aside jest, one must recognize their limitations and understand the boundaries.

Clearly, he had pushed himself into a desperate situation.

"My leg is broken—"

He appeared genuinely afflicted by pain.

Clutching his leg, Jiang Chen continued to cry out, exhibiting none of the composure expected of grown men.

Lan Peizhi remained seated high on the rooftop, impassive, observing him groaning on the ground. After a full half-minute, the graceful figure on the roof vanished, unveiling the full moon in its entirety.

"Boom."

A light landing.

Agile and graceful.

Achieved without any aids.

Confirmed.

She unequivocally knew Qinggong!

"Quickly, call 911 for me!"

Sweat beaded on his forehead and trickled down.

Very well.

Not even a celebrated actor could replicate such a performance.

Comrade Jiang Chen genuinely seemed to have taken a brutal fall, injured and caught completely unaware. With this significant 'buff', his leg might very well be broken.

"Still wish to learn?"

Lan Peizhi paid no heed to the unfolding scene, gazing down at the figure seated on the ground from her elevated position.

Furthermore.

How could she possibly be affected?

She wasn't the one experiencing the pain.

The increasingly outrageous man now tasted the consequences, his grip tight on his left leg, the sheer agony rendering him mute, leaving only ragged breaths and beads of sweat.

A detached observer, after another half-minute pause, Lan Peizhi finally made her move, gracefully squatting down.

"Release your grip."

Jiang Chen complied.

A pair of hands, deceptively gentle in appearance, took the place of his, exerting pressure on his calf.

For someone dedicated to martial arts, the beauty of their hands was truly remarkable.

A "snap" echoed.

Jiang Chen hadn't even registered the action before the unbearable pain began to recede like an outgoing tide.

These hands, weren't they meant for ending lives?

Why were they now employed for salvation?

Lan Peizhi rose once more.

Jiang Chen sat on the ground, testing his previously fractured left leg by twisting it, finding it restored to perfect condition.

He wiped the cold sweat from his brow with the back of his hand and remained seated on the ground, utterly spent and momentarily speechless.

Should he offer thanks?

She was, after all, the one who had pushed him.

Should he voice a reprimand?

She had also been the one to mend his leg...

Was this the perplexing sensation of a love-hate entanglement?

"You lack the aptitude for martial arts practice."

And so it was.

Truly hypocritical.

It was evident she was merely venting personal frustrations; even an imbecile could see through it, yet they feigned a test of Jiang Chen's potential.

Jiang Chen nearly burst into laughter from sheer anger. Wasn't being righteous and dignified the very mask he always wore? The other had stolen his persona!

"Hoo—" Jiang Chen exhaled a heavy breath. Even though he knew the excuse was flimsy, what could he do? He couldn't find any valid reason to argue back. He had willingly chosen to practice martial arts and study the Martial Arts Secret Manual; there had to be some prerequisite, right? The Buddhist Sect only aided those who demonstrated genuine commitment.

"Could you at least give me a warning before you act?" Seated on the ground, he didn't rush to stand. "You can fix my leg if it breaks, but what if I hit my head? Can you mend that too?"

"Fate arranges all things." Jiang Chen was stunned and felt like laughing again. Hmm. It finally revealed its true Daoist master aroma.

"I admit defeat!" Jiang Chen bowed his head in resignation. He had thought that by being so cautious until now, he and the other person could at least have a meaningful conversation. But reality was undeniably harsh.

"This is hardly a place for you to cool off." After striking someone, she immediately ordered him out. Yet, Lan Peizhi undeniably had her own feelings. With her level of skill, how could she be unaware of the potential danger of falling from a roof? While he wasn't a master, he was certainly healthier than the average person. If this incident could turn him into a fool, then, as she had stated, it was truly destined by fate.

"Give me a hand." Jiang Chen extended his arm, signaling for her to help him up, but he was completely ignored. Hmm. It probably signified nothing. Perhaps she simply detested the dirt and grime on his hand, finding it too unclean.

Seeing him appearing so "cold and unfeeling," Jiang Chen seemed to grasp the reality of the situation. He ceased his complaints, relying on his own strength to push himself up. Then, he tentatively stomped his foot. Indeed, there were no adverse reactions. Such skill, such precision. If only it wasn't for massage, what a shame.

As if finding it hard to believe, after stomping his foot, he inexplicably began to jog in place, appearing somewhat like someone with a mental imbalance. Lan Peizhi observed his peculiar actions, choosing not to waste any more time with him. She turned away, intending to retire for the night.

But then, "Clap!" Lan Peizhi froze abruptly and then spun back around. The audacious individual had already vanished into the distance, moving like a hundred-meter sprinter, not looking back, his casual shoes seemingly emitting smoke. So, the earlier jogging wasn't just to check his leg's condition; it was a warm-up!

Lan Peizhi's expression shifted through various emotions. But time waits for no one, and neither did Jiang Chen. Calling it a hundred-meter sprint was an understatement; his posture suggested he was fleeing for his very life, as if pursued by specters, dashing into the front yard without acknowledging the nearby residents. How impolite.

The middle-aged woman guarding the entrance, clearly a person of the world, didn't show much surprise at Jiang Chen's erratic behavior, calmly replacing the latch he had hastily dislodged. Then, having passed through the front yard, the person had already escaped into the vast open space.

Lan Peizhi remained standing at the hall entrance, like an enduring sculpture bathed in moonlight. The aunt came to retrieve the ladder. What does it signify to be a competent steward? A competent steward knows how to expertly feign ignorance. The middle-aged woman, tasked with guarding Blood Guanyin's residence, understood this principle well, silently picking up the ladder that Jiang Chen had found difficult to manage.

Lan Peizhi finally turned and proceeded towards the hall. The middle-aged aunt, carrying the ladder, walked past and suddenly halted. Her usually placid face displayed an expression of utter disbelief, almost as if she had seen a specter. She slowly turned, her gaze fixing on the pristine white silhouette, then dropped her eyes, only to begin experiencing intense internal turmoil.

What was that? Filthy and disheveled... the Tathagata Divine Palm?