"What, Wan Yunting is the real chairman behind Chaoting Group?"
"No way, is that true? Isn't it a scam?"
"Absolutely true, Jiang Wenhao said it himself. The news has already exploded throughout Beijing's business circles!"
At 8:30 in the morning, the people in Beijing's business circles were awakened by this news.
The news and reports on various online platforms also followed suit, rapidly spreading across the country and even reaching international financial circles.
After all, Jiang Wenhao, known as the "Wolf of Wall Street," had always claimed abroad to have a teacher who opened the door to finance for him. This had made many financial magnates on Wall Street curious about what kind of teacher could cultivate such a wolf like Jiang Wenhao!
While the name Wan Yunting was unfamiliar to the international financial community, his reputation in China far surpassed Jiang Wenhao's.
After all, Wan Yunting had long been honored as a People's Anti-Drug Hero. Through his superb medical skills, he became a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner dedicated to healing the world. Now, with the added title of a god-like teacher in finance, he had once again reached the pinnacle of fame.
Especially within Beijing's business circles, after several prominent families learned this news, they all expressed their sentiment that the Ouyang family had struck a great bargain.
Unaware of the sensational stories circulating about him outside, Wan Yunting, at home, had just finished his meditation. He picked up an ordinary Tai Chi iron sword and began practicing the Great Dao Sword Technique!
The Great Dao Sword Technique had nine stages. Although Wan Yunting had gained insight into all the sword moves of the Great Dao Sword Technique, he had not yet grasped the essence of the sword art, and thus could not fully unleash its power.
Even though Wan Yunting had only used three stages of the sword technique, its power had elevated him a step higher, enabling him to defeat Lin Yidao, who was at the Gang Jin stage, showcasing the formidable nature of the Great Dao Sword Technique.
"Hey, what sword technique are you practicing?"
At some point, Zhang Xian'er appeared on the rooftop. Seeing Wan Yunting immersed in his sword practice, she watched with fascination. It was only when Wan Yunting paused that she asked.
"Great Dao Sword Technique."
Wan Yunting sheathed his sword and replied without concealment.
"Great Dao Sword Technique, I've never heard of it."
Zhang Xian'er shook her head. She raised her head, her hands clasped behind her back, holding a long sword. The lacquer on its wooden scabbard was peeling, giving it an ancient appearance. She smiled provocatively, "Do you want to spar with me?"
Wan Yunting looked at her and smiled, "Are you a disciple of Longhu Mountain?"
"Yes."
Zhang Xian'er nodded and said, "I can see you practice Daoist martial arts. Your movements have a hint of Wudang style. Could you be a disciple of Wudang?"
Wan Yunting waved his hand and chuckled, "This Great Dao Sword Technique is indeed a Wudang sword technique, but I am not their disciple. I am from Wuliang Daoist Temple."
"Wuliang Daoist Temple, I haven't heard of it. Is it a Taoist sect?"
Zhang Xian'er's clear peach blossom eyes showed confusion, leaving Wan Yunting speechless. However, he could tell she genuinely didn't know about Wuliang Daoist Temple.
"Never mind, I won't explain these things to you. But I'm happy to spar with you. Come on."
Seeing her eagerness to spar, Wan Yunting didn't refuse. He wanted to test Zhang Xian'er's skill level. If she was too weak, he wouldn't need her as a bodyguard.
"Let's go!"
Zhang Xian'er was excited. She immediately drew the ancient long sword in her hand. A cold gleam flashed under the faint morning sun, revealing a terrifying edge that made Wan Yunting's eyes light up. He stared at the sword in her hand, which looked like an antique, but the cold light emanating from the blade told him it wasn't an ordinary refined steel sword. "A good sword!"
"You have a good eye."
Zhang Xian'er looked at the long sword in her hand and smiled proudly, "This sword was forged from a meteorite from outer space by my grandfather. It can cut iron as if it were mud."
Wan Yunting smiled and nodded, "Then let me have a taste of it. Let's see if you are worthy of this fine sword!"
These words made Zhang Xian'er's peach blossom eyes widen in displeasure. She pouted and huffed, "Hey, how dare you look down on me."
"Come on."
Wan Yunting didn't waste any more words. He held his ordinary Tai Chi sword and assumed a stance. Seeing this, Zhang Xian'er let out a cold snort and said, "How dare you look down on me? I'll fight until you cry! Hah..."
With her delicate snort, she thrust the long sword forged from meteorite towards Wan Yunting. She moved so fast that she was in front of him in the blink of an eye, startling him. Although he was teasing Zhang Xian'er verbally, he had never dared to underestimate this girl. He quickly raised his Tai Chi sword to block. The two swords crossed, sparks flying...
Zhang Xian'er reversed her sword, her movements fluid and natural. Wan Yunting twisted his body, channeling the qi from his dantian into his Tai Chi sword. The Great Dao Sword Technique's moves were like thunder as he clashed with Zhang Xian'er's sword, producing a crisp "Clang!" sound. Several sword energies flew out, stirring up the snow on the ground.
Zhang Xian'er's peach blossom eyes showed a hint of surprise. From Wan Yunting's sword strike just now, she could tell that this fellow was skilled, unlike those useless uncle and nephew from Longhu Mountain.
"Again."
Having successfully piqued Zhang Xian'er's interest, she attacked Wan Yunting again with her sword.
Clang, clang, clang...
They traded blows back and forth, instantly engaging in over a dozen exchanges. The speed of a duel between masters was extremely fast, and victory could be decided in an instant.
However, Wan Yunting and Zhang Xian'er, both at the late stage of Dan Jin in martial arts and considered once-in-a-millennium martial prodigies, were not so easily separated. Their fighting even made the people downstairs hear them. Their mother, Xia Xiangyun, and father, Ouyang Zhixin, came upstairs. Seeing them fighting, they looked confused and worried but did not interrupt them.
Clang...
Wan Yunting and Zhang Xian'er fought with increasing fervor, neither expecting the other to be so skilled. They both jumped directly onto the second-floor balcony, and then to the front lawn on the first floor, engaging in a fierce battle. The snow on the ground was kicked up and swirled by the sword qi, terrifying everyone in the house.
Especially the maids who didn't understand martial arts. Watching the fight between Wan Yunting and Zhang Xian'er was like watching fight special effects from a wuxia TV drama. Although the sword qi was invisible, the swirling snow and the fact that Wan Yunting split a Taihu rock into four pieces with a single sword strike directly frightened everyone into screaming...
Suddenly, Wan Yunting realized what was happening. He quickly distanced himself from Zhang Xian'er and shouted, "Alright, alright, no more fighting."
Zhang Xian'er, still eager, complained, "Let's keep fighting."
Seeing her wanting to continue, Wan Yunting retreated repeatedly and said, "If we keep fighting, we'll tear down the house. Let's find an open space later."
Only then did Zhang Xian'er notice the mess around them and the tense, shocked expressions of the maids and the butler gathered at the villa entrance. She knew that continuing to fight with Wan Yunting would not result in a clear winner anytime soon, but she couldn't help but say, "I didn't expect your martial arts to be so good."
"Likewise."
Wan Yunting looked at the Tai Chi sword in his hand, which had turned into a saw. If he hadn't channeled his qi through the sword, this ordinary iron sword would have been cut into several pieces by Zhang Xian'er's treasure sword forged from a meteorite.
"Xiao Wan, Xian'er, are you alright?"
Xia Xiangyun and Ouyang Zhixin came downstairs, not knowing why they had started fighting.
"We're fine, we were just sparring," Wan Yunting sheathed his sword and said with a slightly embarrassed smile.
"It's good that you're fine."
Ouyang Zhixin and Xia Xiangyun were relieved. Zhang Xian'er sheathed her precious sword and went over, playfully saying, "Uncle Ouyang, is there any breakfast? I'm hungry."
Ouyang Zhixin smiled, "The aunt has already prepared breakfast. You can go inside and eat."
"Alright!" Zhang Xian'er went inside unceremoniously to eat breakfast.
Wan Yunting smiled, "I'll go see Fanmeng."
"Yes, let's go together..."
So, his parents followed him to the back, to the second floor where his sister lived. Ouyang Fanmeng had also just finished breakfast and taken a Condensing Fragrance Pill. Seeing her elder brother and parents enter, her face lit up with a joyful smile, "Mom, Dad, Big Brother, you're here. When I woke up today, I found that I don't smell as bad."
"Really?"
Ouyang Zhixin and Xia Xiangyun went up and sniffed their daughter carefully. They turned back to Wan Yunting with joy and said, "Xiao Wan, Fanmeng's smell has indeed faded a bit."
"Yes, it seems the Condensing Fragrance Pill has worked," Wan Yunting nodded and smiled.
"That's great..."
Ouyang Zhixin and Xia Xiangyun were overjoyed.
Years ago, they had lost their son, Wan Yunting. Later, when their daughter Fanmeng was born, she suffered from this strange fishy odor syndrome. This led the couple to believe they had committed some sins in their past lives, for which heaven was punishing them.
For the past twenty years, watching their daughter confined to this villa, unable to even step outside the door, had been the couple's eternal pain.
Now, it seemed heaven had finally shown them mercy, not only by returning their lost son but also by bringing hope for Fanmeng's condition. How could Ouyang Zhixin and Xia Xiangyun not weep with joy?
After Wan Yunting examined his sister Fanmeng's pulse, he confirmed that the Condensing Fragrance Pill had indeed worked for her fishy odor syndrome. However, this was just the beginning; it would take two more days of taking the pill to see complete results...
The family chatted happily for a while when Ouyang Xiuxian's voice was heard from outside: "Uncle Zhixin, Aunt Xiangyun, Sister Fanmeng, I've come to see you."
Ouyang Zhixin turned to see his nephew, Ouyang Xiuxian, and said with a smile, "Xiuxian, you're back."
"Yes."
Ouyang Xiuxian, completely unconcerned by the lingering fishy odor in the air, strode in and looked at Ouyang Fanmeng's smiling face, exclaiming in surprise, "Sister Fanmeng, you look much more spirited now!"
"Hello, Brother Xiuxian."
Ouyang Fanmeng politely greeted him before smiling and saying, "Because my elder brother is about to cure my illness."
"Is that so?"
Ouyang Xiuxian looked at Wan Yunting in surprise. He also knew about his cousin Fanmeng's illness, which countless doctors had failed to treat. He said, "I didn't expect my cousin's medical skills to be so superb. No wonder the Kong family wants you to take over as the chairman of the Chinese Medicine Association."
Wan Yunting smiled, "Cousin, have you had breakfast? Are you here to spar with me?"
"Yes, let's compare our fists and kicks," Ouyang Xiuxian replied with a smile.
Of course, he had come specifically to visit Uncle Zhixin's family, and the sparring with Wan Yunting was an afterthought.
Wan Yunting didn't mind either. He told his sister to rest well and left with Ouyang Xiuxian. First, he went back to eat breakfast and found Zhang Xian'er still eating in the dining room. The two maids preparing food were looking at her with peculiar eyes, which piqued the curiosity of Wan Yunting and Ouyang Xiuxian.
"Hey, come eat breakfast."
Zhang Xian'er saw him return and quickly beckoned him over. Her cheeks were bulging, and her chopsticks were continuously picking up food and stuffing it into her mouth. She mumbled, "It's so delicious..."
Wan Yunting was speechless and said, "Are you a reincarnation of a hungry ghost? Eating so much?"
These words made Zhang Xian'er's peach blossom eyes glare, and she huffily put down her chopsticks, turning away. After swallowing the food in her mouth, she became angry and pouted, but she looked even cuter.
"Haha, who is this girl?" Ouyang Xiuxian asked, seeing how cute she was.
"My bodyguard."
Wan Yunting sat down and turned to Ouyang Xiuxian with a smile.
"What, did I hear that right? This girl is your bodyguard?"
Ouyang Xiuxian's eyes widened. He pointed at Zhang Xian'er beside him and said mysteriously to Wan Yunting.
"Hey, I'm warning you, take your finger back!"
Zhang Xian'er, who was being pointed at, glared and sternly warned Ouyang Xiuxian, "I don't like people pointing fingers at me."
Ouyang Xiuxian's expression froze. Knowing that pointing at people like that was impolite, he retracted his finger and sat down, smiling, "This girl is quite interesting. Cousin, whose daughter is she?"
Wan Yunting ate his breakfast and said, "I don't know whose daughter she is, but she is indeed my bodyguard."
These words completely bewildered Ouyang Xiuxian, who then grabbed a fried dough stick and ate it...
Wan Yunting turned to Zhang Xian'er, who was still angry, and smiled, "Hurry up and eat yours. No one thinks you eat too much. Being able to eat is a blessing."
Hearing him say that, Zhang Xian'er smiled. This time, she acted more like a lady, holding a bun and eating it, "I thought you guys were afraid I'd eat you out of house and home."
These words made Wan Yunting laugh, "What, is Longhu Mountain unable to feed you, so they kicked you down the mountain?"
"Ah, how did you know?"
Zhang Xian'er's eyes and expression suddenly showed surprise as she looked at Wan Yunting, saying, "I eat too much, that's why they kicked me down the mountain."
...Wan Yunting and Ouyang Xiuxian looked stunned, utterly speechless.