Chapter 49: So You're the Wealthy Lady?

"So big, so soft~"
His hands landed right on those surging curves, and before Xie Ping could say a word, it was Peng Fei who cried out first.
His reckless move left even the bold Xie Ping a little at a loss.
Her cheeks burned red with a hint of icy chill as she spoke coldly, "Does it feel good?"
With those words, she somehow produced a sharp blade from nowhere and stabbed fiercely at Peng Fei's throat.
That gave Peng Fei a real scare—this woman was not only big, but also had a fierce temper.
Startled, he clutched his groin and staggered back several steps.
Luckily, Cai Hu and Zhang Ze rushed over from the side, helping Peng Fei avoid Xie Ping's blade.
"Damn, almost lost my life here!" Peng Fei muttered under his breath, casting a wary glance at Xie Ping.
...
"So strong~"
Even though she relied solely on her cultivation, after several exchanges, Zhang Ze still felt immense pressure.
A martial artist with hundreds of points in cell strength—even if they had no combat skills—was not someone Zhang Ze could handle in his current state.
He had only just broken through, his cell strength barely over two hundred; otherwise, a single punch from Xie Ping could have crippled him!
Cai Hu was even less fortunate—his cell strength just over a hundred, both his arms were numb and trembling uncontrollably.
"Heh~"
"So it's you lot, huh?"
"Just a few youngsters like you?"
Xie Ping glanced around at Zhang Ze and the others, her tone openly mocking.
In truth, after a few rounds, Zhang Ze and his companions had realized it too.
They had overestimated themselves!
How long had Zhang Ze really been training at the martial arts school?
Had he really closed the gap with warriors who possessed true cultivation?
Take Wang Chao and Li Sanqing, practical second-tier martial artists—facing a third-tier like Xie Ping with several hundred points of cell strength, they surely wouldn't fall behind.
In fact, if the fight dragged on, Wang Chao and Li Sanqing might even have the better shot at victory.
But now was no time for Zhang Ze to reflect—Xie Ping let out a light snort and charged straight at him.
She had already noticed that among this group, Zhang Ze’s cell strength stood out.
Though these young ones could use a few martial arts techniques, their impact on her was limited.
"Hehe~"
"Don't forget about me, sis."
But just as Xie Ping was about to make her move, a mischievous laugh sounded beside her.
Peng Fei’s sly grin had somehow appeared right next to her, catching her off guard.
This was the downside of relying solely on cultivation—insufficient sensitivity to battle.
It’s worth noting that Zhang Ze and Cai Hu reacted quickly as well, and seeing Peng Fei’s move, they rushed over too.
The four of them closed in for close combat, which, to some extent, limited Xie Ping's third-tier strength.

"Ayyy~"
"Missed again~"
"Smack~"
Truthfully, Zhang Ze and his friends would have a hard time really taking Xie Ping down.
But no matter how bold she was, she was still a woman—her delicate body, clad in tight leather, was extremely sensitive.
Peng Fei exploited this, taking advantage of Zhang Ze and Cai Hu drawing Xie Ping's focus to land slap after slap on her hips and waist.
Coupled with shameless teasing, it wasn’t long before Xie Ping’s ears turned red and her attacks grew weaker and weaker.
Noticing these changes, even Zhang Ze couldn’t help cursing Peng Fei in his heart.
"Truly shameless!"
Shame and the sensitivity of her body caused Xie Ping, a third-tier martial artist, to fall to the three of them in just a few minutes.
...
Peng Fei gripped Xie Ping’s wrists, twisted behind her back, his face plastered with a grin.
"Hehe~"
He giggled sleazily, his body unconsciously pressing against hers.
After his repeated teasing, Xie Ping had long since lost the will to resist.
"I say—"
"For that bald guy, you fought with me for so long. Are you all out of your minds?"
"If I’d known it was for these two little brothers, would I have bothered resisting?"
Xie Ping’s eyes were full of grievance as she muttered toward Zhang Ze.
"Heh~"
Seeing her so charming, Zhang Ze just chuckled and didn’t bother to reply.
Instead, he looked at the Jinlong brothers and asked, "Now that both are under control, how do you want to handle this?"
"Oh please—"
"Handle it? That sounds so serious!"
Xie Ping wasn’t the least bit annoyed about the scuffle, quipping, "I just wanted to get to know you two better, but got a bit impatient, that’s all."
"How about this—I’ll pay you a little for your trouble. If you’re still interested, we can take things slow."
"Don’t worry, next time I won’t rush."
Looking at Jinlong and Jinyu, Xie Ping’s voice was full of playful innuendo.
"I say—"
"Why are you even more eager than I am?"
"Messing around like that, my legs are sore now."
As she spoke, Xie Ping couldn’t help complaining about Peng Fei, left speechless by his antics.
She thought to herself, "If I’d known you were so outgoing, I’d have chosen you instead of chasing after those two shy boys."
"Hehehe~"
Peng Fei wasn’t the least bit embarrassed by her words, his grin growing even more lecherous.
...

Though they had subdued Xie Ping and the little bald guy, the aftermath was still tricky to handle.
On one hand, the Jinlong brothers hadn’t really been hurt.
If anything, the one who’d lose out would be Xie Ping, being the only woman involved.
Besides, for Xie Ping to be a third-tier martial artist, she clearly had some backing.
After all, everyone present knew just how much money it took to train as a martial artist.
...
Seeing the Jinlong brothers hesitate in silence, Zhang Ze spoke up directly.
"If you ask me, just let her pay you two some compensation—it’ll help with your training expenses."
He said quietly to the brothers, then gave the little bald guy a few casual kicks. "As for this one, just rough him up a bit and call it a day."
They were all eighteen or nineteen, boys whose blood ran hot.
Now that tempers had cooled, there really wasn’t any need to drag it out.
The Jinlong brothers had no objection to Zhang Ze’s suggestion.
"Then leave her to me, let us two get to know each other better," Peng Fei piped up with a grin.
"Look how eager you are!"
Zhang Ze had long since figured out Peng Fei’s temperament—it actually matched Xie Ping’s pretty well.
"Don’t worry, once this is settled, I’ll have a good talk with you about life," Xie Ping teased.
"Hmph~"
With the two of them chatting as if no one else was there, Zhang Ze lost all interest in listening.
He walked over to Xie Ping, sneered, and said, "You managed to break through to third-tier. You must have some wealth."
"Compensating my two brothers is one thing, but since we’re all here, shouldn’t you make a gesture?"
Zhang Ze was truly desperate for money!
His system’s wealth value was nearly spent, and he had no clue how to continue his own training past the second tier.
If he didn’t get some funds now, he’d have to stop cultivating altogether.
"Heh~"
"You’re a good-looking one. As long as you’re willing to have some fun with me, supporting your training is nothing," Xie Ping replied breezily, as if money meant nothing to her.
Seeing her attitude, Zhang Ze suddenly recalled something the fat man had said earlier, and blurted out, "So you’re a sugar mama, huh?"
...
At that moment, while Zhang Ze and the others were dealing with loose ends, Cai Hu’s phone rang.
Seeing the caller ID, he frowned slightly.
"Hello~"