Xuanhuan: I, Wang Xiaoming, Win People Over with Strength

Wang Xiaoming stood there with his hands behind his back, looking at the crowd before him with disdain.

“I, Wang Xiaoming, have always won people over with strength!”

A Golden Core cultivator clutched his forehead, blood streaming from the wound. Pointing at Wang Xiaoming with his other hand, he said, “What the hell do you mean, winning people over with reason? If you win people over with reason, why did you hit me over the head with a brick?”

Wang Xiaoming raised a finger and wagged it at the cultivator, looking exasperated. “Bro! It's li, as in 'win them over with li'! Fourth tone! Repeat after me: win them over with li! Le, e, li!”

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.