chapter 36 Narada Four Tigers

Ashburn's eyes fell on the blood-jade ring on the left thumb of the sturdy man. This was the source of his resentment. He solemnly said, "Sir, you can't wear this ring." "Why?" "This is a piece of blood jade." "Nonsense, of course, I know. If it's not blood jade, I wouldn't wear it!" The sturdy man was very arrogant. He glanced at Ashburn and said with a smile, "Boy, you are quite discerning. This blood jade belongs to a buddy of mine. I also asked experts to appraise it, it is a seven-hundred-year-old artifact!" "But, do you know how blood jade was formed?" "Of course, I know that this ring was a burial object. The rotten blood of the deceased soaked into the ring, and over time it became what it is now." Ashburn frowned slightly. This was a so-called burial object. Generally, no one would keep it at home, let alone wore it on their body. This was very ominous and would bring bad luck to people. By looking at Qi, Ashburn discovered that this person had a strong murderous Qi and could suppress ordinary resentment of burial objects. But he definitely couldn't suppress this blood-jade ring. "Sir, be careful. After a dead person was buried in the ground, his blood would carbonize in a short time, and it would not be able to give it a blood-like colour." The young man next to the sturdy man raised his thick eyebrows, "You said my father's jade is fake?" "No, it's genuine." "Then shut up!" "Wait, the blood of this jade was not of a dead person, but of a living person." The sturdy man asked in a deep voice, "So what if it's the blood of a living person?" "If my estimate is correct, this ring was inserted into the body of a living person seven hundred years ago, and the jade was filled with the blood of a living person. This jade has a lot of resentment." "So what? Am I afraid of any resentment? Hahaha!" The sturdy man laughed arrogantly, "Boy, have you ever heard of the Four Tigers of Narada? I am Upton Griffin, and this is my son Veme Griffin. We were running rampant in the Narada, what were we afraid of?" "The full moon will be in a few days. At night, when it's the darkest, the supreme time of Yin Qi, you have to pay attention." "You're such a verbose charlatan, just sell your fake medicine!" Veme curled his lips disdainfully, "My dad is about to absorb the resentment in the blood jade to practice martial arts. Even if I tell you, you don't understand!” The father and son ignored Ashburn and left arrogantly, with an unbridled style of walking. Ashburn sighed helplessly. Why was it so difficult for him to earn some spiritual cultivation? … Through internal inspection, Ashburn discovered that his spiritual cultivation had reached 490 years. It seemed that practising medicine could indeed improve his spiritual cultivation. As long as Ashburn returned to his original 500-year-old Taoism, he could use his spiritual power. Many of the Five Techniques of Taoism required mental power to perform. Just like ZhuYou's illness transferring, if Ashburn hadn't had 520 years of spiritual cultivation at that time, he wouldn't have been able to perform it at all. There were also amulets, incantations, and the mental cultivation methods of the Thirteen Style of Tai Chi, all of which required spiritual cultivation as the basis. Now there were only 10 years left after 500 years. Ashburn was quite happy. If there were no accidents, treating people for one more day would be enough. However, there was still another task at the moment, which was to prepare medicinal materials. The medicinal materials he brought from Norton had been used up, and he couldn't always get them from Norton like a freeloader. He must buy them himself. He set out again on his small electromobile, bought some regular medicines and packed a sack. When Ashburn was about to go home, he passed by the door of Liger Security Company and saw five or six security guards surrounding a person, punching and kicking him. After taking a closer look, the person who was beaten was Spencer, whom Sidney hired last time. "Hahaha, Master Lawson has such an undeserved reputation!" "Now you are a useless person, no longer useful to the company, get out!" "Hit me and break his other arm too!" Spencer's right arm was pierced by Ashburn. The wound had not yet healed. Under the joint attack of the security guards, blood oozed from the wound and dyed his clothes and gauze red. His right arm couldn't move at all, and he could barely resist the security guard's attack by raising his left hand. "Hann! Boss, please!" Spencer's eyes were red, he looked up at the high-rise of the company, and shouted heartbreakingly, "Boss, I only need a little money to find a good doctor to cure my arm! I am The green dragon warrior, I'm still useful!” "Hey, The green dragon warrior?" A security guard with a sinister face bent over and slapped him, "Look at what you look like now, are you a dragon? You are just like a worm!" "Get out of the way, I want to see Boss." "Boss said that not only the bones of your right arm are broken, but the meridians and collaterals are also severed. It will be useless even if you heal it. He tells you to fuck off!" Spencer roared excitedly, "No, I don't believe it. We are brother-like friends and he respects me very much. I don't believe he would treat me like this!" All the security guards laughed wildly, and one of them kicked him, "Yes, Boss valued you very much, but that was when you were still useful. You are now a useless person. Will he still value you?" "Why are you nagging with him? Beat him until he doesn't dare to come next time!" Like beating up a drowned dog, the security guard pounced on him crazily. In the past, when he was in the company, Spencer was so arrogant that everyone obeyed his orders. But things had changed, he was so depressed. The revenge of the weak was sometimes more vicious than that of the strong. Ashburn parked the car aside, strode over, and shouted, "Stop!" "Oh, who are you?" The arrogant security guard said, "This is the Liger Security Company. Our boss is Hann Liger, one of the Four Tigers of Narada. Be smart and don't meddle in our business here!” "You?" Spencer looked up in shock, but suddenly rushed over like crazy, "Ashburn, it's all you... you're the one who hurt me!" Ashburn raised her hand and slapped Spencer Lawson on the back. "You...you are...the one who crippled Spencer?" The security guards quickly retreated. Spencer, the green dragon warrior who had passed the martial arts association's assessment, was beaten into a cripple by Ashburn. Then his cultivation must be above Spencer. They were just ordinary security guards, so they subconsciously stepped back. With a teasing look, they were waiting for Ashburn to teach Spencer a lesson. After all, Spencer had tried to kill him before, how could Ashburn let him go so easily? Ashburn bent down to help Spencer. "Follow me!" Ashburn dragged Spencer away. The security guards looked at each other in shock, wouldn't Ashburn want to kill Spencer privately? This man was young and ruthless enough! "Ashburn, where are you taking me?" Spencer's eyes were widened with fear. Ashburn sneered, "I want to find a place without people and bury you alive. Are you afraid?" Spencer was stunned, and then laughed loudly, "Okay, my skills are inferior to yours, so it was not unfair to die in your hands." He smiled, and his laughter suddenly became bleak. Now he was a useless person. There was no point in living, it would be better to die.