"Good, very good. It seems I underestimated you…!"
A moment later, Sima Boyong nodded. He had indeed underestimated Wan Yunting, and he hadn't expected him to know about his illegitimate daughter, Sima Xianglan!
Che Tai Min's expression calmed down, and he glanced sideways at Wan Yunting, saying, "Speak, what is it you truly want?"
Wan Yunting ignored Sima Boyong's murderous gaze and chuckled, looking at Che Tai Min, "Mr. Che, didn't we agree before? We cooperate to deal with him. Not only will you become the sole leader of the Heavenly Eye Main God Cult, but I will also be able to avenge my master. This is a win-win outcome."
"Wan Yunting, do you really think you've won just because of this?" Sima Xuanyu pointed an angry finger at Wan Yunting and said.
Sima Boyong, seated, had a terrifyingly dark expression. His sinister, triangular eyes stared coldly at Wan Yunting, remaining silent.
"Alright, I can cooperate with you, but you must hand over the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate!" Che Tai Min said after a moment's consideration.
Upon hearing this, Sima Xuanyu, standing beside him, immediately became vigilant. He said to Che Tai Min, "Right Sect Master, don't listen to him. He will definitely not give you the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate. If we take them down together, it will reduce your Dou Shan Group's losses…"
Jiang Wen Hao stood up and sneered at him, "If my teacher and I cannot leave here, my people will immediately target the Dou Shan Group's stock market. Even if they use all of Chao Ting Group's capital, they can bring down this commercial skyscraper that is Dou Shan Group."
"So, Mr. Che, you need to weigh it yourself!"
Che Tai Min's face darkened. He knew that if Jiang Wen Hao truly disregarded the vulnerabilities in attacking Dou Shan Group's stock market, his hard-earned commercial empire built over the years would be destroyed along with Chao Ting Group. This was something Che Tai Min was unwilling to see.
For a moment, the air seemed to freeze. Wan Yunting wore a smile that didn't reach his eyes, observing Che Tai Min and Sima Boyong as if watching a play. Their respective factions eyed each other warily…
Sima Xuanyu was even more anxious. If Che Tai Min truly agreed with Wan Yunting and then turned against his grandfather, they would truly be unable to cope, and Wan Yunting might even succeed!
The three parties were at a standoff, the atmosphere tense and explosive. Che Tai Min was weighing his options, while Sima Boyong's sinister triangular eyes coldly fixed on Wan Yunting. Finally, he broke the silence, "Wan Yunting, do we really need to reach a point of mutual destruction to be satisfied?"
Wan Yunting lit a cigarette, crossed his legs, and faced Sima Boyong, saying with a smile, "Uncle Boyong, when you sent people to hunt us down in the Kunlun Mountains, why didn't you consider leaving me a way out?"
"If heaven hadn't taken pity on me, my corpse would probably still be lying in the forests of Kunlun Mountain."
"So, we're settling old and new scores together!"
Sima Boyong's squinted triangular eyes revealed a ferocious gleam. He nodded and chuckled, "Since that's the case, there's nothing more to say!"
Immediately, Lin Yi Dao, standing behind him, drew a section of his blade. Duan Fei Long's eyes locked onto Wan Yunting, and he also warily eyed Zhao Min Pu, Che Tai Min's right-hand aide, and his subordinates beside him…
"Who?"
But just as they were about to make a move, Zhang Xian'er, beside Wan Yunting, swiftly drew her Qing Ping Sword and called out towards the stairwell.
A figure emerged from the stairwell, an old man in a black robe, his face aged!
Wan Yunting's brows furrowed. His eyes warily scanned the suddenly appearing old man, and he inwardly marveled. For this old man to appear so stealthily that only he and Zhang Xian'er noticed meant his martial arts were terrifying!
Seeing the old man appear, Sima Boyong and Che Tai Min's expressions changed. They both rose and bowed respectfully towards the approaching elder: "Greetings, Sacrifice Lord…"
Witnessing the respectful demeanor of Sima Boyong and Che Tai Min towards this mysterious old man who appeared out of nowhere, Wan Yunting knew this person must be an important figure in the Heavenly Eye Main God Cult.
The elder, addressed as Sacrifice, ignored Sima Boyong and Che Tai Min. He turned his aged face, and beneath his grizzled eyebrows, his narrow, sinister eyes fixed on Wan Yunting. In a low voice, he said, "The Main God summons you. Come with me!"
Wan Yunting's eyebrows shot up. Facing the terrifying aura and oppressive pressure emanating from the old man, he felt an unprecedented sense of pressure!
This old man before him was definitely a strong practitioner beyond the Martial Dao Gang Jin realm, perhaps even in the Inner Gang realm!
It was known that in the entire martial arts world of Hua Xia, across all major sects, those who reached the Martial Dao Inner Gang realm could be counted on one's fingers.
Wan Yunting's expression was solemn. He reached out and pressed down Zhang Xian'er's sword, enduring the overwhelming pressure from the imposing old man. He calmly said, "What if I refuse?"
The old man's narrow eyes narrowed, and he said, "You have no choice but to refuse!"
Wan Yunting's brows tightened. He knew that if he didn't comply, the other party would use forceful means to take him to see their Main God.
Standing beside the Sacrifice Lord, Che Tai Min and Sima Boyong were now as docile as two old rabbits. At the same time, they were both astonished that the Main God was aware of this matter.
It seemed nothing could be hidden from the Main God!
"Teacher, what do we do?"
Although Jiang Wen Hao didn't know how powerful the old man before him was, he could clearly sense an inexplicable pressure from him. Seeing Wan Yunting's serious expression, Jiang Wen Hao knew this old man was undoubtedly extremely powerful.
Wan Yunting's brows were tightly knitted. He knew that even if he, Zhang Xian'er, and Zi Qing waiting outside combined forces, they might not be a match for this old man. To prevent Zhang Xian'er and Jiang Wen Hao from being implicated, Wan Yunting looked up at the old man and nodded, "Alright, I'll go with you!"
"No, Teacher…"
Wan Yunting waved to cut off Jiang Wen Hao's words and said sternly, "Take Xian'er and Meng Hu away. They want the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate from me, so I won't be in danger for now. Trust me, go back."
"No, if you go, I'll go with you."
Zhang Xian'er was anxious and said, "If you die, I won't be able to explain it to your father and grandfather. So, even if I die, I must follow you…"
Wan Yunting shook his head and chuckled, "Don't say such foolish things. Even if I die, you don't have to. Besides, they want the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate, so they won't kill me easily. Don't worry, I'll be fine. You should go back first."
Zhang Xian'er's face was filled with worry. She wanted to say more, but Wan Yunting waved her off. He turned to the old man and said, "Let's go."
The old man turned to Sima Boyong and Che Tai Min standing at the side, "You two, come back with me as well."
Sima Boyong and Che Tai Min had maintained a respectful posture, their backs bent, and dared not say anything more. They obediently replied, "As you command…"
The Sacrifice Lord of the Heavenly Eye Main God Cult glanced at Wan Yunting with his narrow eyes, then turned and headed towards the stairwell to go downstairs. Sima Boyong and Che Tai Min looked back at Wan Yunting. Although they felt a little regret, the Main God summoning Wan Yunting was naturally for the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate.
They had originally intended to obtain the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate from Wan Yunting themselves and present it to the Main God to gain favor. However, it now seemed that the wishes of Sima Boyong and Che Tai Min had been dashed.
"Teacher, be careful. Notify me immediately if anything happens."
As they left, Jiang Wen Hao earnestly cautioned. Wan Yunting smiled back at him and Zhang Xian'er, waved his hand to indicate they didn't need to worry, and then followed Sima Boyong and Che Tai Min, accompanying the old man downstairs and leaving the private clubhouse…
A car was parked at the main entrance. A young man dressed in a black robe, with long hair tied back, a handsome face, and the typical handsome features of an H-country national, possessed sharp and piercing eyes. Upon seeing this person, Wan Yunting could sense from his aura that this young man was a martial arts expert!
"Young Master Han is also here…!"
Upon seeing the young man, Sima Boyong and Che Tai Min quickly bowed.
The young man named Han Dong Ri had an arrogant demeanor. He merely nodded at the two Sect Masters, Sima Boyong and Che Tai Min. His sharp, star-like eyes then shifted to Wan Yunting, who was following the Sacrifice Lord. Han Dong Ri's star-like eyes held a hint of amusement and provocation as he looked Wan Yunting up and down.
Meeting the young man's playful gaze, Wan Yunting's eyes narrowed slightly. His expression was calm and collected, a smile on his lips, and he was also sizing up Han Dong Ri. It appeared that this person was likely a practitioner at or above the Martial Dao Dan Jin realm!
It seemed he had underestimated the Heavenly Eye Main God Cult. Before even meeting their legendary Main God, a mere Sacrifice elder and a young man possessed such formidable martial arts realms.
Clearly, their mysterious Main God must be even more terrifying!
This inevitably made Wan Yunting feel a little worried. The other party was suppressing him with absolute strength, so if he tried to confront them head-on, he might be the one to suffer!
"Get in the car."
The Sacrifice elder also nodded at Han Dong Ri and then turned to Wan Yunting beside him, saying, "Get in the car."
Han Dong Ri first opened the rear door for the Sacrifice elder to get in. Seeing Wan Yunting approach, Han Dong Ri smiled with a playful expression, full of provocation.
However, Wan Yunting appeared indifferent, smiling calmly at him as well before getting into the car and sitting with the Sacrifice elder.
Han Dong Ri closed the car door, walked around the front, opened the passenger door, and got in, instructing his subordinate, who was in the driver's seat, to drive away.
Sima Xuanyu and Che Xiu Xian also drove over immediately, picked up Sima Boyong and Che Tai Min, and followed Han Dong Ri's car…
Jiang Wen Hao and Zhang Xian'er ran out with Meng Hu. Watching the departing convoy, Meng Hu said, "I'll take Kuang Long and follow them to see where they're going…"
"Don't!"
Jiang Wen Hao stopped him in time, waving his hand and saying, "It's too dangerous. You might be intercepted before you even catch up."
"Then what do we do? Just watch Boss Wan get taken away?" Meng Hu anxiously asked.
"Don't rush. I'll have someone track the location of Teacher's phone. We'll follow from a distance, but remember!"
Saying this, Jiang Wen Hao sternly addressed Meng Hu, Kuang Long, Zhang Xian'er, and Zi Qing, "You must not act rashly. What they want is Teacher's Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate, so Teacher will not be in danger for now. What we need to do now is wait for his signal!"
Meng Hu and Kuang Long nodded and said, "Okay, then quickly lock onto Boss Wan's location and see where they're going…"
"Aish, how can there be a snake?"
Suddenly, there were shouts from the entrance of the clubhouse. It turned out that the security guards at the gate had discovered a snake, about two fingers thick and dark red, that had slithered out from inside. The guards were terrified and yelped in alarm…
But they were speaking Korean. By the time Meng Hu, Zhang Xian'er, and the others looked over, the strange dark red snake had already disappeared…