Chapter 264: Return

"——As you all should know, all sword techniques and source power skills in this world are built upon the foundation of personal physique and the quantity and intensity of source power. If you have great strength, abundant source power, and speed, even a casual swing of the sword can pose a lethal threat to others. But if you lack even the strength to wield a sword, then no matter how superb your skills or how fine your weapon, it will be of no avail."

Li Mochen, worried that these women might lack patience, also infused his voice with a hypnotic technique derived from the demonic sect.

"Therefore, today's lesson is not about sword techniques, but a sword art originating from the East, called 'Green-Templet-Ruddy-Cheek Sword'."

"Green~Templet~Ruddy~Cheek~Sword? What?"

Most of the students in the classroom looked utterly bewildered. Li Mochen had not used the Great Britain language but the Eastern pronunciation, so except for a few, the rest were completely at a loss.

"I know that 'green templet' in Eastern script refers to black and glossy hair at the temples, describing youth and beauty; 'ruddy cheek' refers to a woman with a beautiful face."

Angela was well-versed in Eastern culture, but even she showed a puzzled expression: "But how can there be such a strange name?"

"Literally, it means that after practicing this sword art, one can maintain long-lasting green temples and ruddy cheeks, greatly延缓 aging and improving skin vitality. The prerequisite is that you master its essence."

Li Mochen appeared serene, like a transcendent master: "Of course, the main function of this sword art is still to train personal physique and strengthen one's own source power."

Before he could finish his words, everyone in the classroom couldn't help but perk up. Even Angela, who had top-tier heritage, and Belinda, who had always held a hint of disdain for Li Mochen's teaching, pricked up their ears.

Li Mochen couldn't help but sneer inwardly, thinking that these American women were no different from the female disciples of the Divine Thunder Sect.

When it came to Daoist techniques and swordsmanship, most of the female disciples were uninterested, but as soon as the topic turned to preserving beauty and nourishing the skin, they were sure to listen most attentively.

"Teacher!"

Someone raised a hand: "Since it's swordsmanship from the East, is it useful for us mana professionals?"

Li Mochen subconsciously wanted to wave a horsetail whisk, but then realized he didn't have one, so he could only clear his throat: "Of course it's useful. Source power and the so-called true qi of the East are essentially no different."

"Teacher, I'm very skeptical. This swordsmanship called Green-Browed Rosy-Cheek Sword—I've never heard of it before. It should be quite famous."

Angela also raised her hand, full of doubt: "And can it really delay aging and improve skin through swordsmanship?"

"Just because you haven't heard of it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. You should know that my father came from the East? This is a secret swordsmanship of my family, and what I'm about to teach you now is the first half of this secret swordsmanship."

Li Mochen casually shifted the blame onto Li Chunchu, while slightly furrowing his brows and speaking seriously: "It must be mentioned that the essence of the Green-Browed Rosy-Cheek Sword is merely a form of guidance technique, with no combat capability. Delaying aging and improving skin are just side effects of this swordsmanship. Body shaping and strengthening the constitution are its fundamentals. If you doubt it, you can practice diligently in the coming days. As long as you master the correct method, I believe you will see results in at most three days. EMM~ The constitution aspect won't be that fast; mainly the skin will become healthier, more radiant, elastic, and its color will deepen. So next, please listen carefully."

He knew that American women were different from Eastern ones; the latter valued paleness as beauty, while the former preferred wheat-colored skin. So Li Mochen adapted to local conditions, as it was all about manipulating melanin, just in reverse.

……

Meanwhile, at Dobbins Air Reserve Base in Atlanta, a man in his thirties, wearing a major general's uniform, with a back as broad as a tiger's and a waist as thick as a bear's, descended from a military aircraft, accompanied by numerous attendants.

Just as he stepped into a luxury car that had been prepared and was waiting there, the mobile phone held by his assistant suddenly rang.

The man in his thirties raised an eyebrow, then took the mobile phone in his hand.

“Margaret, is that you?”

“A good guess, my dear brother.”

A laugh came from the phone: “Then let me guess too—you've already returned to Atlanta, right?”

“Yes! I'm at Dobbins Air Reserve Base, heading back into the city.”

The man in his thirties did not mince words: “You all have been far too incompetent, so I had to come back and handle the problem personally.”

“Incompetent? Christian, that's a serious accusation.”

Margaret Wiltonstein's tone was leisurely: “So you plan to take matters into your own hands and kill Andre, our nephew?”

The man in his thirties frowned, sensing the mockery and sarcasm hidden in her voice.

“I know you have the ability, but you should also know the consequences, Christian. You're driving him crazy. That bastard should be the last thing he cares about, and the only thing that can hold him back.”

Margaret gave a cold laugh: “Killing him is simple, but then none of us, including you, Christian, will survive. He'll have no more scruples. After what happened with Chrisa, that cold-hearted man no longer considers us his children. He's known all along that we did it. So you should understand, right? Don't think blood ties can restrain him. Our nephew can die at anyone's hands, but not ours.”

“Margaret, do you think I'm that foolish?”

Christian Wiltonstein pulled open his collar, breathing heavily: “Of course I don't want Andre's death to be linked to us, but you shouldn't have let him build up his forces. I've heard that Edwin Antonio of the Blood Hand Gang has been eliminated by him, hasn't he?”

“Not just eliminated. The Dragon Witch Cult's three hundred fighters in Atlanta, plus an underground military base that could rival a semi-permanent fortress, were also destroyed by his men. So—”

Margaret's emotions seemed particularly complex: “Now Atlanta appears calm on the surface. But almost everyone is stunned by the power he's displayed, including me and your two elder brothers.”

“This is because you've all been sitting on the sidelines.”

Christian's expression turned cold: “Too indecisive, my sister! Even if you couldn't strike at Andre himself, you shouldn't have let his subordinates run rampant in Atlanta. He's grown his wings now, hasn't he?”

“The problem is the time was too short—only two weeks. Who could have imagined that in just two weeks, he could acquire such a powerful armed force, so quickly that we hadn't even figured out how to respond.”

Margaret said, full of helplessness: “He's watching us, Christian. Our father has been patient and accumulating for over twenty years. Now no one knows what kind of power he's hiding. We can indeed crush that ant, but he can also sweep everything we have into the trash.”