Chapter 258 The Insect God Species That Can Win Without Any Effort

Thinking of how handsome Hei Wu Kai was, Old Wang wasn't without the desire to be a hero himself. With his abilities, he could get by well enough with his mouth and skills, but nothing compared to the satisfaction of having real strength.

After all that had happened, Old Wang decided to train himself seriously. While it was hard to improve his soul power, physical training wouldn't cause any harm; even if it was just for better health.

With great enthusiasm, he drew up a hellish physical training plan for himself: running twenty kilometers in the morning, followed by squats, weightlifting... the list went on for several centimeters.

To become stronger!

Old Wang decided to wake up early and even placed an alarm clock by his bedside.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

The sound of the alarm clock woke Old Wang from a sweet dream. Squinting, he lay there dazed for a while, finally feeling content when the clock's ticking stopped.

What the heck, so noisy... let me sleep a bit more!

He turned over and fell back asleep.

The alarm clock was set to repeat, and two minutes later, it rang again. This time, it didn't even manage to wake Old Wang up. A big foot kicked out in his sleep, smashing the clock against the opposite wall, shattering it. Feeling the world quiet down again, Old Wang's sleeping face broke into a flower-like smile...

When he finally woke up, the sun was already shining on his buttocks. After breakfast, Old Wang, satisfied, picked his teeth and casually crumpled up the training plan he had written the day before, throwing it into the trash bin along with the broken alarm clock.

Damn, what was I thinking? Haven't I learned my lesson from the last life? Why make things hard for myself when I can live a good life?

Bug cultivation is about nurturing; if it's not enough, throw money at it. If you can win lying down, why carry the team?

In the time it takes to train, wouldn't it be better to tease Clara? Flirting and making money at the same time, isn't that much sweeter?

Besides, considering the power of that kick that shattered the alarm clock in his sleep, he was already far stronger than any ordinary person.

One should be content and know one's limits; you're already strong enough... Don't force yourself to do what you're not good at; going with the flow is the way of destiny.

Speaking of which, it's been a long time since I saw that mermaid princess. This time, the royal mermaid mark she gave me really helped a lot.

Jin Beibei Auction House is now Old Wang’s second home. He went straight up to the second floor, where VIPs were received. Normally, one would need an announcement, but everyone in the auction house seemed to recognize him, so no one stopped him.

Soraka looked like he was doing well. After just two or three months, he seemed to have put on some weight, his belly slightly protruding, and his face wore a warm smile. Wang Feng greeted him with familiarity, "Oh, little Kaka, you've gained weight. It seems you’ve been living comfortably. Got any good news to share?"

"Mr. Wang Feng, despite your troubles, you still have the heart to joke. Your attitude truly leaves Soraka in awe," Soraka was not fond of Old Wang’s nickname-giving skills, thankfully he didn’t call him Little Lala. He smiled and said, "The master is on the third floor. She has already given instructions that if Mr. Wang comes, there’s no need to announce him; just go up."

"Life is full of traps!" Old Wang laughed heartily, "No need to announce me? That’s clearly a lure. What if I go up and catch her changing clothes or something? Is she planning to make me responsible?"

Soraka broke out in a cold sweat, not daring to pick up on Wang Feng’s joke about Clara. He could only laugh awkwardly, his face showing his discomfort.

The third floor of Jin Beibei Auction House was actually Clara’s personal residence.

In such a prime location as the Avenue of the Eight Sages, occupying an entire floor for personal quarters was something only a person as wealthy as Clara could afford.

Truly a woman blessed with natural beauty and adorned with wealth, her pink, shimmering strapless dress was both fresh and alluring, her beauty and sensuality unmatched. Every time Old Wang saw her, he couldn’t help but feel a bit sentimental, wondering who this girl would end up marrying. But one thing was certain: whoever she married would surely age faster than her. After all, fertile fields wear out the oxen that plow them; 365 days of hard work would turn even the strongest man into a dried-up husk...

"Who could it be? Oh, it’s Lord Wang Feng!" Clara had long grown accustomed to his bold gaze and smiled, "It’s rare for Lord Wang Feng to remember me. I should probably welcome you barefoot, shouldn’t I?"

Old Wang laughed heartily and sprawled out in a chair, "Barefoot is too much trouble; being completely bare would be better."

"My apologies, my apologies, you’ve guessed right again." Clara smiled, placing her slender feet on the recliner as she sat down, indeed bare. The ten bright red nails on her white, jade-like feet were as alluring as a beauty’s lips, dripping with allure: "You look quite cheerful. I thought you’d be so troubled that you wouldn’t want to live anymore."

"Trouble? What trouble?" Old Wang said nonchalantly, "Think about it, I just returned from Ice Spirit, covered in glory and surrounded by fans. I’m practically happy every day. How could I possibly be someone with troubles?"

"Keep pretending, keep pretending." Clara laughed until she shook, "Don’t tell me about your Holy Sanctuary Rose. The whole Aurora City is buzzing with the news that Lord Wang Feng is a spy for the Nine Gods. This time, Lord Long Luo came prepared. I doubt even your cheap master can protect you. So, are you thinking about running away?"

"I thought you were talking about someone else. Just a defeated underling trying some petty tricks—why would I be afraid? This is the greatest insult to my abilities." Old Wang looked at Clara with a regretful expression: "Clara, Clara, we've known each other for so long, and you still don't trust me. It really hurts!"

At first, she thought he was just pretending to be calm, but his expression and tone seemed genuine, as if he truly didn't care.

Could there really be a way out? Clara couldn't think of one.

The rumors were detailed and widely spread. She heard that in the Holy City, Long Luo had publicly praised 'Wang Feng' multiple times, acknowledging him as a rare talent in the Holy Sanctuary and a great contributor to the Blade organization...

Long Luo's move, combined with the rumors, was a fatal blow, leaving no room for Wang Feng to refute.

Usually, the counter-strategy to such schemes would end here, but the problem was, people couldn't help but dig deeper...

Most importantly, while others might not know, Clara certainly did. Wang Feng was a real mole. If Karida hadn't tampered with his identity, it might have been fine, but now that the fake identity was exposed and linked to Karida, it was like adding an unnecessary touch to a perfect painting. It drew the attention of all the high-ranking officials who disagreed with Karida's policies. Moreover, Karida's reforms had opened a breach in the system and were being implemented, affecting many people's interests. Even among the radicals in the Holy Sanctuary, Karida was the most watched and hated.

So, who cared about the truth anymore?

Whether it was his fake identity or Long Luo's deliberate rhetoric, there were vulnerabilities everywhere!

To be honest, if this wasn't handled well, not only would Wang Feng have nowhere to hide, but Karida could also retire early. This was a complete deadlock.

Internal factional struggles never ceased, which was the current state and flaw of the Blade organization, affecting both humans and sea races. Clara knew this all too well; changing it was extremely difficult, not something that could be achieved overnight.

"I don't know what your plan is, but you don't have to put on a brave face," Clara said. "If you're planning to run away, our sea race has a place for you. I wouldn't mind taking you in."

Old Wang laughed, feeling quite pleased with his popularity. He hadn't wasted his time; yesterday, Tai Kun had advised him to seek refuge with him if anything went wrong, offering to help him escape. Today, it was Clara, another person who didn't mind the trouble. But why did these people always expect the best from him?

"Look, look!" Old Wang chuckled. "I knew you've had your eye on my good looks for a long time. I saw through it when you stole my first kiss. So eager to take me to the sea for a little fun? Let me tell you, I'm not interested in being a prince consort. I've already done that in the Ice Spirit Kingdom, and it was pretty boring. But being a lover might be okay, I guess."

Clara, who had meant well, was taken aback by his response. Not only did he not appreciate her offer, but he even took advantage of the situation. She said with a mix of amusement and frustration, "Don't be so flippant. If you underestimate Long Luo, you'll have tears to cry! Honestly, I'm starting to regret betting on you. Who knows if you'll even make it to tomorrow."

"That’s simple, let’s make a bet!" Old Wang said enthusiastically: "I love betting the most. If I solve this, what will you give me?"

"No." Clara refused outright.

Old Wang was taken aback: "I haven’t even said what it is yet. Your chances of winning are quite high, just in case—"

"There’s no ‘just in case’." Clara smiled seductively: "Seeing how calm you are, you must already have a plan. You’re not good at fighting, but when it comes to these underhanded tricks, I don’t think even another Lonlo would be your match."

"Look what you’re saying! I’m just being straightforward and honest." Failing to get a bet, Old Wang said resentfully: "We can skip the bet, but then we’ll have to settle some old debts."

"Old debts? You owe me money?"

"You owe me." Old Wang said confidently: "My Eagle Eye, you turned it into the Eye of the Sea, giving the sea race combat power on land. Such a significant matter, you only paid me 500,000 euros, how much ill-gotten gain did you make? Doesn’t your conscience hurt? Even if you eat the meat, at least give me a taste of the soup. And my first kiss, you took it without my consent, shouldn’t there be some compensation for emotional distress?"

"Really? I remember our deal was settled." Clara smiled faintly, then her expression turned cold as ice: "I hate it when people try to settle accounts with me. And stop mentioning the kiss, or don’t blame me for turning my back on you!"

This girl… you’ve already turned your back, it was sunny just a second ago, but now it’s overcast after just a blink.

Old Wang was impressed; this girl could turn her face like flipping a page, making it seem like he hadn’t been serious all along. He said earnestly: "Look at you, I haven’t finished speaking yet. That Eye of the Sea, though good, is only a basic version. You must have done many experiments, right? The stronger the sea race, the less effective the potion, isn’t that so?"

Clara was stunned; that was indeed true.

The Eye of the Sea currently worked well for sea warriors below the Wolf level, but once they reached the Tiger level, its effectiveness began to diminish, almost useless for those at the peak of the Tiger level, let alone the Ghost level which needed it more. More importantly, the duration was short; even for the Wolf level, it lasted only five to six minutes, and for the Tiger level, perhaps one or two minutes.

In short, with insufficient defense, offense was out of the question. It ignited hope among the sea race but was merely scratching the surface. It was just that they were excited to see a method for the first time in years.

The mermaid race’s alchemists had been researching this issue, trying to replace the original materials with higher-grade ones to improve the quality of the Eye of the Sea, but to no avail. Despite the potion being relatively simple, they had no idea why it worked and made no progress.

Clara… to be honest, she was a marginal figure among the princesses of the royal family. If not for the Eye of the Sea, the queen might have forgotten about such a princess. This was also why Clara was willing to sacrifice the most important contract of a mermaid princess to bet on Wang Feng.

"Do you have a solution?" Clara’s eyes lit up slightly, but she quickly regained her composure.