Right after Yang Song broke through to the 6th stage of the Foundation Building Realm, the Spiritual Energy Binding Flower completely withered and became a piece useless plant.

Yang Song looked at the dry and shriveled plant in his hand and sighed slightly.

If this secret room wasn't so enclosed, maybe Yang Song would continue to break through.

But the problem was not big anyway, with Yang Song's current strength, he had the confidence to beat an 8th Tier Master martial artist if he were to use all his cards.

Actually, as soon as Yang Song became a Foundation Building Realm cultivation, he could fly in the sky with the help of flying sword and his strength would also be boosted if there was a flying sword.

It was a pity that there was no flying sword, that kind of magical tool was not available here, the only one who had it was the system.

Yang Song was still not in a hurry to go out, he closed his eyes and got familiar with his new strength.

…

It was eight o'clock in the evening, the moon had already risen, and the sky had already become very dark.

In the secret room, Yang Song opened his eyes and let out a breath. The breath that came out of his nostrils created a gush of wind slightly, making some rustling noises.

"Let's go out to take a breath of fresh air," Yang Song got up and left the secret room.

When staying in the secret room for too long, even if Yang Song was a cultivator, it was still depressing for him.

Yang Song came to the living room and made tea for himself. But just as he was about to drink tea, he felt that something was wrong and gazed at the doors.

Then, with a flick of finger, invisible True Energy was shot out and opened the doors. Only then did Yang Song drink the tea in his hand.

Inside the house, it was brightly lit, but a pity that there was only Yang Song alone and thereby made the atmosphere very silent.

However, Yang Song did not mind anyway. He was not like before, he was a cultivator now, and as a Foundation Building Realm cultivator, even though his strength was more or less the same as that of a Master martial artist, his lifespan was different from them.

It was a bit late for him to become a cultivator, but he could still live for another hundred years without a problem. And this was the advantage of a cultivator.

A peak stage Master martial artist could only live up to 150 or 160 years old at most, or 170 with the help of external things.

As for Grandmaster martial artist, he could live up to 280 or 300 years old depending on their realm.

In a sense, a Grandmaster martial artist might have the same strength as a Core Formation Realm cultivator, but the cultivator had more advantages in battle.

A Grandmaster could also condense energy and store it in his body, but it was called "Internal Energy" rather than "True Energy", and these two types of energy greatly differed each other.

Internal Energy could indeed prolong lifespan and enhance combat power, but that was just it.

True Energy nourished the internal organs of the human body and could also be used in a wide range of operation, and it was much more profound and purer than Internal Energy.

In the living room, only the sound of sipping tea could be heard. The wind outside was silent, and the activity of the pedestrians outside was also silent.

Yang Song frowned slightly and looked at the door. Then, the teacup in Yang Song's hand slowly floated down and rested on the table.

"Cough, friend from afar, why bother hiding yourself?" Yang Song said calmly without looking at the door.

After a few seconds, there was no still no sound, but Yang Song did not seem to really care, and said again, "You bunch don't have to hide yourselves at all, this old man has already sensed you."

"Clap, clap, clap…"

The sound of clapping hands came and a voice rang from the outside, "As expected, Mr. Yang is really not ordinary."

Immediately, several figures emerged and the person in the lead walked into the living room.

Yang Song gazed at the other party slightly and retracted his gaze back, then, he extended out his hand to take his teacup. At the same time, he said, "Well, this old man has heard Mr. Wu's name for a while now, it's really this old man's honor that you have come to visit this old man today."

That's right, the visitor was Wu Dahai, old patriarch of the Wu Family, and Wu Yonggui's father.

Hearing Yang Song calling his name so clearly, Wu Dahai paused his footstep slightly and his face was not so good.

From Yang Song's behavior, it seemed like he didn't him, a 6th Tier Master martial artist, seriously at all.

Was this old guy muddle-headed or blindly arrogant? Or he was actually very panicked inside right now but pretended to be calm?

But no matter what it was, Wu Dahai was determined to take Yang Song's life today. But he was not in a hurry either.

Wu Dahai resumed his step and walked towards the seat opposite Yang Song.

Yang Song was still that carefree and calm, and he even poured tea for Wu Dahai.

"Took you long enough to come here, huh," Yang Song chuckled.

Yang Song did not know that the assassination from the previous had something to do with Wu Dahai, but Wu Dahai's appearance in front of him was within Yang Song's expectation.

After all, Wu Dahai's precious son, Wu Yonggui, had a tug of war with him. Wu Pharmaceutical almost went bankrupt directly or indirectly because of Yang Song. Not to mention, Wu Yonggui and a few other Wu Family members died after they left the Great Energy Pill's launch.

And it led to situation where most people subconsciously pointed their fingers at the Yang Family and thought that it was the Yang Family that operated the actions behind the scene.

Yang Song guessed that because there was no evident that could prove that it was the Yang Family that did it, so the Wu Family could do nothing to the Yang Family on the bright side.

Yang Song had no intention of explaining the fact that Wu Yonggui's death had nothing to do with him, but he still felt that it was necessary to say something about this.

"Let this old man just say this, your descendants' death had nothing to do with this old man the slightest."

"Humph, of course, I know this, but it's still inseparable from you! If my son didn't go to your event, if my son didn't come to Tong City, all of it wouldn't have happened at all!" As soon as the topic of his son was involved, Wu Dahai became 'excited' all at once.

Yang Song shook his head slightly and felt that this Wu Dahai, just like his son, had a problem with his brain. His logic was not reasonable enough to even be called a 'logic' at all.

From the beginning to the end, it was their Wu Family who took the initiative to provoke the Yang Family, but the Yang Family had never done anything ruthless at all.

But when Wu Yonggui died in the middle, this old guy wanted to throw the blame on Yang Song's head based on the fact that he couldn't find the culprit behind his son's death?

What a joke! The Yang Family had never been a ruthless family, but it didn't mean that it was a turtle at all.

Yang Song sighed and out down the teacup, "It seems like you have come prepared."

It was a statement, and by saying "prepared", Yang Song referred to all kinds of preparation, including helpers, the will to never accept Yang Song's explanation, as well as the determination to never let Yang Song go.

"Oh, so you are also prepared to give your life to me, right?" Wu Dahai said arrogantly.

When he came here, he had already inquired about Yang Song's information, including his living environment and living habit.

It seemed like this Yang Song guy liked to live alone and he didn't even need bodyguards to protect him.

In Wu Dahai's opinion, Yang Song was doomed to die in his hand today. After all, there was no one other than Yang Song in this courtyard or in this house.

"It looks like you are very confident in killing me, but are you sure?" Yang Song let out a playful smile and looked at Wu Dahai.

Seeing this posture, Wu Dahai also felt a bit uneasy in his heart. But there was only Yang Song here, so what could go wrong?

Even if Yang Song was a martial artist now, he was only a 2nd Tier Warrior, what could he possibly do?