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"Scarlet Pouch Alliance in the Tri-Realms"

"SPATR" unfolds against a mystical backdrop, blending elements from heaven, earth, and the human realm. An intricate red envelope takes center stage, symbolizing the heart of the story. Vibrant colors and celestial symbols convey the diversity of the Three Realms, while subtle images of gods, historical figures, and mythical creatures add depth to this captivating tale.

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Chapter 11:Borrowing Power from Yan Wang

"Slap your sister! Haven't you seen that Ben is busy?" Wu Wenfeng turned her head away.

"Boom!"

The next second, the beer bottle in the man's hand fell directly on Wen Feng's head!

"Ao! Ao..."

The wine bottle shattered, blood gushed from Wen Feng's head, and he howled in pain. The alcohol aggravated the wound, and his eyes were filled with stars as he trembled.

"Master!"

Seeing this, the bodyguard gave up attacking Chen Xiaobei and rushed to protect Wen Feng.

"Who are you? Why did you hit me..." Wen Feng's face contorted with bold aggression. He didn't recognize the red-haired man before him and felt unfairly attacked.

"Who am I?" The red-haired man Zhang Kuang spoke, "I own a turkey business on the three nearby streets! If you don't even know who I am and dare to mess with my benefactor here, you're asking for trouble!"

"Benefactor?" Both Tong Wenfeng and the bodyguard were stunned, staring blankly at Chen Xiaobei.

"Hello, chicken, hello," Chen Xiaobei grinned.

"Master Chen! I've been looking for you to express my gratitude!" The turkey approached with a smile. "My wife went home this morning and forgave me, all thanks to you! From today on, you're my benefactor!"

Chen Xiaobei's expression remained mysterious as he said, "Because of good deeds, I helped you before. Now it's your turn to help me."

"Yes, yes! The master said so!" The turkey nodded vigorously, having reached a point of near superstition towards Chen Xiaobei.

Enthralled by Chen Xiaobei, even if he claimed the grass smelled sweet, the turkey would probably agree.

Witnessing this, Wen Feng's heart sank. He believed he could easily overpower Chen Xiaobei today, but now he realized he had been skillfully led into a trap.

"Master, let's go... There are dozens of people watching us. You're distinguished; if trouble arises, the consequences could be dire..." The bodyguard whispered.

"This..." Wen Feng was deeply resentful, but lacked the courage to risk his own safety. He gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go!"

"Go? Have you forgotten something?" At that moment, Chen Xiaobei spoke.

"What... What do you want?" Wen Feng shuddered, a foreboding sense of doom washing over him.

"I said today I'll give you a good beating!" Chen Xiaobei's face was stern, his tone brooking no argument.

"Don't bully people too much!" Wen Feng fumed.

"After all, I've been half-dead because of you. Who's the one bullying too much?" Chen Xiaobei chuckled coldly.

"This..." Wen Feng was left speechless, exclaiming in shame, "I'm the young master! I won't let you hit me! Never!"

"Smack!"

The turkey clapped his hands gently, and suddenly, a crowd emerged from the onlookers.

At a glance, there were at least forty or fifty people, each wielding machetes and steel pipes. Their intimidating presence resembled a pack of wolves.

It was like a scene from a Young and Dangerous movie, where a gang could assemble in seconds.

"Damn..."

Wu Wenfeng was frightened out of his wits.

The situation shocked him, leaving him breathless. Even the bodyguard, usually capable of handling ten men, was convinced that against this armed mob, there was no way to escape unscathed.

"You better do as Master Chen says! Otherwise, face the consequences!" The turkey threatened, his demeanor suddenly cold.

While Chen Xiaobei appeared mild, the turkey, confronting others, transformed into an intimidating figure.

"Come here!" Chen Xiaobei beckoned Wen Feng with a finger.

"Master... Hurry up, or we'll end up dead..." The bodyguard, now thoroughly convinced, not only failed to protect Wen Feng but pushed him behind.

Wen Feng's expression twisted in extreme frustration, but faced with the dire situation, he had no choice but to reluctantly walk towards Chen Xiaobei.

"Smack!"

Chen Xiaobei didn't waste words, delivering a resounding slap to Wen Feng.

"Ao..."

Tong Wenfeng recoiled, landing on the ground with a red handprint on his cheek. Forehead still bleeding, he trembled violently.

"My hand hurts from how thick your face is..." Chen Xiaobei shook his hand, exasperated.

Wu Wenfeng's tears flowed. His face was swollen, and all Chen Xiaobei could think about was his hurting hand?

How deep was the hatred? Was it necessary to go to such lengths?

Tong Wenfeng mentally cursed Chen Xiaobei's ancestors a hundredfold and more. However, he dared not show the slightest anger on his face, fearing that it might provoke Chen Xiaobei to deliver another severe punishment.

"Alright, both of you can leave now," Chen Xiaobei calmly said.

Granting a reprieve to Wen Feng and the bodyguard, they fled the scene with their tails between their legs.

Then, Chen Xiaobei noted down the turkey's phone number and left West City.

In a taxi, Chen Xiaobei contacted the second brother promptly.

This guy seemed rather leisurely and responded in seconds: "What's the matter, my brother?"

Since the exchange of the marriage amulet, the second brother recognized Chen Xiaobei as a friend, eliminating formalities.

Chen Xiaobei: Recently, I took in a mortal as a disciple. I want to know if there's a way to quickly improve his strength.

Marshal Wu Tianpeng: Cultivation is a lengthy process. To enhance strength quickly, one must obtain Laojun's good fortune.

Chen Xiaobei: How do I do that?

Marshal Wu Tianpeng: If I remember correctly, the elementary creature, Jindan, is one of the three hundred and three realms of merit.

"I pull a grass!"

Chen Xiaobei was momentarily stunned, nearly dropping his phone. Saving one person equaled one point in the Three Realms, meaning he'd have to save 100,000 people to achieve 100,000 points. What kind of international joke was this?

Chen Xiaobei: Is there any other way? My requirements aren't high. I just want him not to be bullied among mortals.

Marshal Wu Tianpeng: Just the power of mortals? It's that simple. You can ask King Yan to 'borrow power.'

Chen Xiaobei: Uh... I'm not familiar with Lord Yan. I don't know if he would lend me...

Marshal Wu Tianpeng: Of course, he won't lend it to you for free. But that guy is a connoisseur of food. Tempt him with some delicious offerings, and there shouldn't be a problem.

Foodie?

Chen Xiaobei was dumbfounded.

It was unfathomable that the ruler of the underworld, in control of all ghosts, had foodie attributes?

Chen Xiaobei regained his composure, found Yan Wang's head from the group members, and sent a friend request.

Ding Ding——Request to add Yan Wang as a friend!