Peach Blossom Dual Cultivation

“Clothes are here!”

A few minutes later, Zhou Lang bought some clothes and knocked on the bathroom door.

“Don’t peek!”

Zhao Xiaorou stuck her head out, took the clothes, and quickly closed the door again.

“If I wanted to look, you wouldn’t be able to escape,” Zhou Lang thought to himself, recalling that he still had a few X-ray talismans on him.

Two or three minutes later, Zhao Xiaorou came out after changing, and Zhou Lang went into the bathroom. When he came out, Zhao Xiaorou was already lying on the bed.

“Brother Lang, let’s sleep. I’m exhausted. We need to rest well tonight so we can deal with Duan Xiaohu and his gang of scumbags tomorrow,” Zhao Xiaorou said with her eyes half-closed, seeming to forget that there were still clothes to wash.

Her figure was exceptional, and even though she was wearing sportswear and lying on the bed, her curves were still very attractive. Zhou Lang glanced at her and couldn’t look away. He couldn’t understand how girls these days developed so well, being so young yet already 36D.

“This is the first time I’ve slept with such a cute and sweet girl. She trusts me so much. If I wanted to pursue her, wouldn’t it be a piece of cake? It seems that losing that snobbish fiancée, Ye Qianqian, might lead me to something better,” Zhou Lang thought as he walked to the bed, turned off the light, and lay down.

The bed was a 1.5-meter single bed, enough for one person, but a bit small for two, especially since they weren’t in a close relationship and couldn’t cuddle.

They both slept on the edges of the bed without touching each other, but the faint fragrance from Zhao Xiaorou’s body made Zhou Lang unable to sleep, as he felt a certain reaction.

However, Zhao Xiaorou fell asleep defenselessly, her breathing becoming steady. Half an hour later, she turned over, and one of her jade-like legs ended up pressing on Zhou Lang, right on that particular spot.

Zhou Lang was at the peak of his youth, and after being teased by the foreign girl Ivanova at the bar earlier that day, he couldn’t bear it.

A young man and a young woman, both full of youthful energy, sleeping together—it was inevitable that something might happen. Zhou Lang gently moved Zhao Xiaorou’s leg off him and got out of bed.

After calming himself down, he sat on the floor by the bed, assumed a Five Hearts Facing the Sky posture, and began to practice.

The martial art recorded in the Dual Cultivation Manual was called Dual Cultivation Technique. This technique harmonized yin and yang, making it a rare and powerful skill. As Zhou Lang entered a meditative state, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged toward him, entering his body and strengthening his physique and meridians.

“I pressed against him, and he managed to restrain himself. It seems he’s a reliable person. The fortune teller said my ideal man would be in Feiyun City. Could it be Zhou Lang?”

Zhou Lang didn’t know that Zhao Xiaorou slightly opened her eyes and smiled faintly as she watched him practice. She wasn’t asleep.

Zhou Lang was immersed in his cultivation until the sky began to lighten in the east. Despite not sleeping all night, he felt not the slightest bit tired; on the contrary, he was full of energy.

…

Brother Wei’s KTV, located on a bustling street in the center of Feiyun City.

Although it was only around 5 p.m., business was already booming here, with many customers. A young couple dressed in cheap sportswear entered Brother Wei’s KTV at this time.

Needless to say, these two were Zhou Lang and Zhao Xiaorou.

They had been trying to find out where Duan Xiaohu’s uncle, Duan Wei, was all morning, but no matter who they asked, everyone was evasive and unwilling to say much.

It wasn’t until half an hour ago that a young man told them that Brother Wei’s KTV was owned by Duan Wei, so they came over.

“Get your boss out here,” Zhao Xiaorou said boldly as she walked up to the KTV front desk in full view of everyone.

“Miss, do you have an appointment with our boss?” the receptionist asked, glancing at Zhao Xiaorou dismissively. Although Zhao Xiaorou was naturally beautiful, her clothes were too low-end, so the receptionist didn’t believe she had any connection with Duan Wei.

“I’m here to collect a debt from Duan Wei. Do I need an appointment for that?”

Zhao Xiaorou sneered.

Duan Wei was a notorious thug. It was already a blessing if he wasn’t causing trouble for others. Now, someone was here to collect a debt from him—something that had never happened before. Zhao Xiaorou’s bold statement made her the center of attention, and some of the customers were already anticipating a good show.

“Little girl, you can eat whatever you want, but you can’t talk nonsense. Get lost immediately!”

A tall security guard came over and stood in front of Zhao Xiaorou, threatening her fiercely. This guy was nominally a security guard at the KTV, but in reality, he was one of Duan Wei’s goons, stationed here to keep an eye on things.

“What? Duan Wei owes me money and doesn’t dare to show his face, so he sends his lapdog to act tough?”

Zhao Xiaorou raised her head slightly and looked at the security guard, who was a head taller than her, without any fear.

“You’re messing with me?”

The security guard was furious and reached out to grab Zhao Xiaorou.

“What? You dare lay hands on a creditor?”

Just as Zhao Xiaorou was about to fall into the security guard’s grasp, Zhou Lang suddenly stepped in front of him and grabbed the guard’s wrist.

He hadn’t planned to cause much of a scene here—he just wanted to find Duan Wei and get back the money that had been stolen from Zhao Xiaorou. But now that the security guard was making a move on Zhao Xiaorou, Zhou Lang had no choice but to intervene.

The security guard tried to pull his hand away, but it was as if it was caught in a vice. His face turned red as he used all his strength, but it was useless.

“Throw these troublemakers out!” the security guard shouted, calling for the other guards.

There were at least dozens of security guards in the KTV. As soon as the guard shouted, three more guards rushed toward Zhou Lang and Zhao Xiaorou.

Zhou Lang, worried that the guards might hurt Zhao Xiaorou, grabbed the tall security guard’s hand with one hand and lifted him by his abdomen with the other. The guard, who weighed at least 80 kilograms, was easily lifted by Zhou Lang.

Bang!

Amid the gasps of the onlookers, the tall security guard was thrown out by Zhou Lang!

By coincidence, the guard crashed into the three companions who were rushing over, and the four of them tumbled to the ground, looking quite miserable.

“Brother Lang, you’re amazing!”

Zhao Xiaorou jumped up in excitement, nearly kissing Zhou Lang on the cheek.

…

Fifth floor of Brother Wei’s KTV.

In a large room, a middle-aged man in his forties was sitting on a sofa, smoking a cigar. Behind him, a young woman in a cheongsam was massaging his shoulders.

He had a crew cut and looked quite imposing. This man was Duan Wei, the owner of Brother Wei’s KTV, who was well-known in Feiyun City.

On the sofa opposite him, Duan Xiaohu, with bandages wrapped around his head, sat dejectedly.

“Xiaohu, you’re getting more and more useless. It’s one thing to chase after girls, but getting beaten up like this is a real disgrace to me,” Duan Wei said, exhaling a puff of smoke and reprimanding Duan Xiaohu.

“Uncle, I was just unlucky. I ran into a skilled fighter who likes to meddle,” Duan Xiaohu explained.

“A skilled fighter? How many skilled fighters are there these days? I think you’ve just been weakened by your obsession with women,” Duan Wei said coolly.

Duan Xiaohu didn’t dare say anything more; it was clear he was very afraid of his uncle.

“Boss, there’s a commotion in the front lobby. A man and a woman are causing trouble, saying you owe them money and they’re here to collect,” a man with a scarred face reported as he pushed open the door. This guy was one of the two men who had captured Zhao Xiaorou yesterday.

Duan Wei, hearing this, picked up a remote control from the coffee table in front of him and pressed a button. A surveillance video of the front lobby appeared on the monitor on the opposite wall.

On the screen, several security guards were already lying on the ground in various positions.

“This… this guy is the one who beat me up yesterday! And that girl, she’s the one I had my eye on!”

Duan Xiaohu exclaimed excitedly as he pointed to Zhou Lang and Zhao Xiaorou on the screen.