God-Like Extraction Chapter 67 - Big Xiong, What's Wrong?

Chapter 67: Big Xiong, What’s Wrong?

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

When it involved the Ethereal Sword Immortal, the s.h.i.+ Family only dared to skate around the edges.

But they had no qualms about targeting Yang Jian.

True.

In everyone’s eyes, Yang Jian was a lucky *ss.

If not for the fact that he had been chosen by the Ethereal Sword Immortal, few people would know him, much less care about him.

Perhaps in the eyes of the s.h.i.+ Family, Yang Jian should feel honored that they were scheming against him!

The hundred-year-old martial art family clan had survived countless storms.

The s.h.i.+ Family had the right to be arrogant!

Although the Black Tiger Gang and the Flying Cloud Sect were also major factions in the Western District of Qinghe City, they were at least two levels below the s.h.i.+ Family.

The first two were only gangs, they do businesses in the underworld.

Meanwhile, the s.h.i.+ Family was present in the government, the underworld, the lawful world, and in between the latter two.

The descendants of the family clan were spread over all the industries in Qinghe City.

In Qinghe City, they were only slightly weaker than the top family clan, the Li Family.

Against such a martial arts family, there was no way for Su Jingxing, a corpse mover at the crematorium, to get back at them.

Oh, that’s not right either. I may not be able to do that on the surface, but I can still do something online!

After filling his stomach, Su Jingxing turned on his computer and quickly hacked into one of the company systems under the s.h.i.+ Family. He messed up all the data and deleted some of them.

The resulting losses were not much, just a few billion.

This amount of money was nothing to the s.h.i.+ Family.

Fortunately, Su Jingxing had no intention of fighting back online.

For a martial arts family, powerful martial artists were the foundation.

Money, women, looks, a.s.sets… none of that mattered.

Su Jingxing was merely venting his anger by hacking the s.h.i.+ Family business.

After venting his anger, he turned off his computer and stopped surfing the Internet.

Everything else was useless. Only individual strength was most important.

Advancing to the sixth-grade required an exclusive internal exercise.

There was almost no such thing in the market.

Su Jingxing planned to look for it on the black market. Perhaps he could find one.

Of course, he had to prepare money to buy martial arts from the black market.

It was obvious that an internal exercise that could cultivate true energy would be expensive.

The prize money from striking the third prize of the lottery, a million dollars, was far from enough.

Su Jingxing regretted not hacking into the lottery center previously.

I might have enough money now if I had changed the third prize to first prize.

The prize money for first prize this time is more than ten million Great Yu dollars.

A misjudgment!

Slapping his head, Su Jingxing took a deep breath and suppressed his distracting thoughts.

It’s all right. Since I’ve missed this time, I’ll just do that next month.

Before that, I have to confirm if there is such a high-level internal exercise available in the black market.

With this in mind, Su Jingxing put on his equipment and headed straight for the black market.

The black market opens all night long, every night.

When Su Jingxing arrived, there were still many people on the streets.

As usual, he first walked around before entering a shop that specializes in the business of martial arts.

After asking around, he was informed that there was an internal exercise that allowed one to cultivate true energy!

It was not expensive either, only ten million Great Yu dollars.

That’s right. Ten million Great Yu dollars for an internal exercise was not expensive.

Because this was the foundation to becoming a sixth-grade martial artist.

Earning money was a breeze for a sixth-grade martial artist. One easily earns 100 million dollars a year.

The true energy internal exercise was only sold for ten million yuan. It was definitely worth it.

The key was that cultivating these internal exercises could be a constant source of future troubles.

This was because they came from various large factions. Once one was discovered to have secretly cultivated them, one would be hunted down immediately.

That was one. Secondly, all the true energy internal exercises sold on the black market were not complete.

There was either only the first volume or the first level.

If he were to cultivate it without any follow-up mental cultivation techniques, even his strength would be affected, let alone making a breakthrough.

After all, true energy internal exercises were extremely rigorous and could not be cultivated carelessly. It would be very troublesome if one were to change his cultivation midway. It was equivalent to starting from scratch.

With several factors combined, Su Jingxing decisively gave up on buying internal exercises from the black market.

Compared to an incomplete internal exercise, he might as well look forward to the Nine Steps Trampling Heaven.

Among the Wei Family’s three ultimate techniques, the Seven Steps Fist was a fist technique, the Eight Steps Rising Dragon was a movement technique, and the last Nine Steps Trampling Heaven was most likely an internal exercise.

One for true energy at that!

If it was an internal exercise for internal force, there would be no need for the ancestors of the Wei Family to value it so greatly and secretly hide this martial art alone.

Therefore, Su Jingxing had high expectations for Nine Steps Heaven Trampling.

After taking revenge, he would set off for the location where it was hidden!

…

After leaving the black market and returning to the small courtyard at the foot of the mountain, Su Jingxing slept for once.

The next day, he got up and continued working.

In the afternoon, after work, he returned to the small courtyard at the foot of the mountain to dress up. He disguised himself as Yang Jian and went to the lottery center’s Western District branch to pick up his prize money.

Earth Star’s third prize was different from Earth’s third prize.

After deducting the taxes, he still had more than one million Great Yu dollars.

The money was enough for Su Jingxing’s usual expenditure of more than ten years.

The process went very smoothly. There were not many people chasing after the third prize.

Su Jingxing asked the people at the lottery center to transfer the money into an anonymous account.

As such, he entered empty-handed and left empty-handed.

When he left the lottery center, no one was keeping watch.

On Earth Star and Yu Nation, bank robbers were few, but there were many who rob lottery winners.

This was because the banks were guarded by the government’s martial artists, but lottery winners may not necessarily be martial artists.

It was quite dangerous when ordinary people picked up their prize money.

Even though Su Jingxing was not afraid, he was still vigilant of his surroundings.

In the end——

Hu!

Just as Su Jingxing pa.s.sed by a small alley, a strong wind suddenly rushed out of the alley.

Accompanying it was a huge black shadow that charged towards him.

Swoos.h.!.+ Swoos.h.!.+

Su Jingxing, who was already prepared, dodged with lightning speed.

After stabilizing himself, he turned to look at the black shadow and his gaze froze.

It’s huge!

The shadow that charged out of the alley was ma.s.sive.

It was a dog, but it was bigger than an adult ox…

“Hmm? This isn’t right!”

“This is not a normal dog. It’s a Mutated Beast!”

Su Jingxing narrowed his eyes and sized up this creature wearing an alloy nozzle with a thick chain fastened around its neck. Pitch black, huge body, red eyes, and two pupils in each eyeball…

“Twin pupils? It’s the Twin-Pupil Demon Hound!”

Su Jingxing recognized the black dog.

Savage Beast, Twin-Pupil Demon Hound!

“Don’t run, Big Xiong! Come back, Big Xiong!”

Just as Su Jingxing was sizing it up, five people ran out of the alley.

Leading them was a young man. His hair was messy, his footsteps unsteady, and his face pale. He wore loose clothes, and he looked indescribably dispirited.

Shaking and shouting, he ran to the Twin-Pupil Demon Hound.

Under Su Jingxing’s curious gaze, he, with what he thought was a concealed act, stabbed a needle into the Demon Hound’s b.u.t.t.

Then, Su Jingxing heard the Twin-Pupil Demon Hound’s heartbeat gradually drop. This Savage Beast that had been forcefully tamed and wore an alloy nozzle, whimpered and fell weakly to the ground. It opened its mouth and panted hard, white foam flowing out from the corner of its mouth.

“Big Xiong, what’s wrong?”

The young man cried out in alarm, his face full of panic as he cried out in fear, “Big Xiong, don’t scare me! What happened to you?”

Su Jingxing was speechless.

He could not be bothered to watch the show anymore and turned to leave.

“Stop right there!”