In Zhang Yansong's residence, the pharmacy was filled with the rich aroma of medicinal fragrance as he opened the medicine furnace. Inside lay twenty-nine pellets of Concentrated Fragrance Pills, emitting a potent scent. After several hours of baking, the pills were smooth and round, their appearance far superior to those found on the market.
"Zhiyuan, bring a box to pack the medicine," Zhang Yansong called out. However, it was Yaoxin who arrived with the medicine box. "Senior Brother Tan is out," she said.
Zhang Yansong glanced at Yaoxin, instructing her to pack the twenty-nine pills from the furnace into the box. Without giving much thought to Tan Zhiyuan's whereabouts, he turned to Wan Yunting, who stood before him, and smiled. "Abbot Wan, these Concentrated Fragrance Pills are ready. Whether they can cure the 'Smelly Fish Syndrome' will depend on your testing them back home."
Yaoxin handed the packed medicine box to Wan Yunting. He nodded slightly and thanked Zhang Yansong. "Thank you, Daoist Zhang. I will consult you if any issues arise."
"It's my duty," Zhang Yansong said, waving his hand with a smile. Ouyang Shenhe spoke, "Xiao Wan, shall we return tomorrow?"
Wan Yunting knew his grandfather was concerned about his safety. He had already instructed his butler, Zhang Heng, to call Ouyang Zhixin to arrange for a professional bodyguard team to escort him. He nodded, "Alright."
After spending a while at Zhang Yansong's place, Wan Yunting and Ouyang Shenhe were about to leave when Tan Zhiyuan returned. Suppressing his emotions, he smiled. "Patriarch Ouyang, Abbot Wan, are you departing already?"
"Yes, Daoist Tan. Thank you." Wan Yunting nodded and smiled. "We'll be leaving tomorrow."
Tan Zhiyuan's expression faltered. "So soon? Why not stay for a couple more days? You haven't finished exploring the scenery of the Wudang Sect yet."
Wan Yunting smiled and waved his hand. "Perhaps next time. I'll invite Daoist Tan to show me around!"
These words caused Tan Zhiyuan's heart to sink, a sense of foreboding washing over him. Nevertheless, he smiled cheerfully. "Indeed. Abbot Wan and Patriarch Ouyang, safe travels…"
Wan Yunting said no more, and he, along with Ouyang Shenhe, Duan Yingying, and butler Zhang Heng, descended the steps and departed. Tan Zhiyuan stood at the top, watching them leave. Just as he was about to turn back, Ziqing, Lan Xin, Chong Ling'er, and Huo Fei emerged. Tan Zhiyuan smiled. "Junior Sister Ziqing, are you leaving too? Why not stay for dinner?"
"No need, Senior Brother Tan. We need to go to Abbot Wan's place to see if he can write down the sword manual for the Grand Dao Sword Technique," Chong Ling'er replied.
Tan Zhiyuan paused. By now, he had heard from other junior brothers that Wan Yunting had comprehended the sword intent inheritance left by the Sword Dao Ancestor. How much he had comprehended remained unknown.
"Hurry along then. Be sure to have Abbot Wan write down the sword manual. After all, this is our Wudang Sect's inherited sword technique," Tan Zhiyuan said with a smile.
"Yes, we're going." Chong Ling'er waved, linked arms with Ziqing, and descended the steps, following after Wan Yunting and the others…
Ziqing, with her naturally vacant phoenix eyes, cast a deep glance at Tan Zhiyuan without saying a word. This made Tan Zhiyuan raise an eyebrow, sensing something amiss from her gaze.
Hmm! Could it be that Wan Yunting found out?
Tan Zhiyuan felt an inexplicable unease, a bad premonition. After all, he didn't know what had happened on Sword Cliff or if Lin Yidao had revealed anything about him to Wan Yunting. This made Tan Zhiyuan restless. He stood there, lost in thought, and didn't snap back even when Zhang Yansong called out to him twice. Zhang Yansong raised an eyebrow, displeased. "Zhiyuan, what are you thinking about?"
Finally regaining his senses, Tan Zhiyuan turned to look at his master, whose expression was displeased, and quickly asked, "Master, I wasn't thinking about anything. Is there something you need?"
Zhang Yansong looked at him. "You seem preoccupied. Have you been doing anything behind my back?"
Tan Zhiyuan shook his head repeatedly, awkwardly saying, "Master, what are you saying? I'll support you…"
As he spoke, Tan Zhiyuan helped Zhang Yansong down the steps. Zhang Yansong's expression softened slightly, and he said in a guiding tone, "Zhiyuan, I know you've been staying within the mountain gates for so many years, living a simple life. It's natural to yearn for the outside world. I understand, but our Wudang Sect is a prestigious orthodox sect. As disciples, we must guard our Dao heart and not harbor any unorthodox thoughts, understand?"
Bowing his head, Tan Zhiyuan repeatedly agreed. However, his heart began to feel uneasy. It seemed his master had already seen through his thoughts!
Zhang Yansong glanced at him, sighed slightly, and said no more…
By the time they returned to their residence, it was past six in the evening. In the living room of the guest room, Wan Yunting and Ouyang Shenhe were seated at a table. Three dishes and one soup had already been served. He first served his grandfather a bowl of rice, then served himself a bowl and began to eat. Ouyang Shenhe raised an eyebrow and asked, "Xiao Wan, who exactly wants to kill you?"
Wan Yunting, mid-meal, paused and looked up at his worried grandfather. He continued to scoop rice and said with a smile, "Grandfather, I won't hide it from you. There are indeed two people who want to kill me!"
"The first is Sima Boyong, who went to South Korea. The Heavenly Eye Divine Cult is related to him. But there's another person who wants to kill me, and that person was the one on Sword Cliff today!"
Ouyang Shenhe's old eyes widened. He knew why Sima Boyong wanted to kill his grandson, as he had some understanding of what had happened in the capital's traditional Chinese medicine circles a few days prior. However, regarding the other person who wanted to kill Wan Yunting, Ouyang Shenhe was puzzled. "Who is it?"
Wan Yunting picked up a dish and continued eating, smiling. "The big boss behind a drug trafficking syndicate!"
Knowing his grandfather was unaware of the details, Wan Yunting didn't hold back. He began by talking about Gao Zhe, who had caused the death of his foster parents, then recounted Jiang Wenhao's kidnapping in the United States and his subsequent rescue, even mentioning his trip to Mexico. This made Ouyang Shenhe unable to sit still. His old eyes widened as he stared at his grandson, saying incredulously, "Are you saying you were the catalyst for the Mexican government's crackdown on drug cartels a while ago?"
Wan Yunting nodded, smiling nonchalantly. "You could say that. But the most important factor was the suppression by the local government, which led to the complete eradication of the Dragon Cartel."
Ouyang Shenhe's mouth slightly parted, his old eyes staring at his grandson with shock, his heart churning like a stormy sea.
The incident of the Mexican government attacking local drug cartel forces had been reported by news outlets worldwide. Ouyang Shenhe had also paid attention to it at the time, but the news had not revealed who the true catalyst was for the conflict between the Mexican government and local drug forces!
But now, Ouyang Shenhe knew that this catalyst was his grandson, whom he had only recently recognized. This filled him with excitement, and he couldn't imagine what great abilities Wan Yunting possessed to achieve such a feat.
From the moment Wan Yunting revealed that he was the true chairman behind Chaoting Group, Ouyang Shenhe knew that the Ouyang family had struck gold!
After all, Chaoting Group was one of the top financial groups in the domestic financial sector, and even in the global financial world. Jiang Wenhao's title of "Wolf of Wall Street" had propelled Chaoting Group to become a new rising star in the financial world.
The Ouyang family's enterprises had been passed down and managed through generations, creating a commercial empire with unfathomable depth and heritage. While Chaoting Group could not compete with the Ouyang family's enterprises domestically, it could not be outmatched by Chaoting Group abroad.
This was because the Ouyang family's main industries were in China, and although they had expanded overseas, their influence was not as significant as Chaoting Group's.
Indeed, the incorporation of Chaoting Group into the Ouyang family's assets was like adding wings to the Ouyang family, enabling them to soar like a tiger with wings.
Of course, this was merely Ouyang Shenhe's internal thought. He could see that his grandson's ambitions were no longer focused on this aspect. However, Chaoting Group was still his, and it provided intangible support to the Ouyang family's industries. Therefore, he had decided to pass the position of family head to Ouyang Zhixin!
"Who is the boss behind the Dragon Cartel?" Ouyang Shenhe asked after calming his emotions.
Wan Yunting's chopsticks paused. He looked up at his grandfather, naturally unable to reveal his thoughts. He shook his head slightly. "I don't know. We are still investigating."
"This is a hidden danger." Ouyang Shenhe also picked up his chopsticks to eat. "But don't worry, Xiao Wan. Grandfather will arrange for people to protect your safety."
"Yes, Grandfather, try this choy sum. It's good…" Wan Yunting nodded with a smile, serving him dishes. Ouyang Shenhe smiled and nodded. The grandfather and grandson chatted and ate, as they would be leaving the mountain tomorrow morning and could not stay any longer at the Wudang Sect, lest more martial arts experts come to assassinate him…
"Hello, Senior Sister Ziqing wants you to go over." Duan Yingying returned. She had just gone to eat with Ziqing and Lan Xin. This girl had become good sisters with Lan Xin.
"Got it." Wan Yunting finished his meal, stood up, and smiled at Ouyang Shenhe. "Grandfather, please have some tea. I'll go take a look."
"Go ahead." Ouyang Shenhe was sitting in a living room chair, brewing tea. Wan Yunting, with Duan Yingying, went out and directly towards Ziqing's residence. He saw Senior Brother Xianyun, Second Senior Brother Xiu Qi, Qin Yuan and Xu Yuxin, Yang Xuan and Huo Fei, and Chong Ling'er all present. Wan Yunting knew what they were waiting for.
"Abbot Wan is here! Please, have a seat," Senior Brother Xianyun greeted him with a smiling face. Yang Xuan immediately brought over a chair and handed it to him. Wan Yunting smiled, accepted the chair, placed it, and sat down. Seeing all his senior brothers, senior sisters, junior brothers, and junior sisters looking at him, Wan Yunting glanced at Ziqing sitting beside him and smiled. "Are you all curious about how many layers of the Grand Dao Sword Technique's sword art I comprehended from your Sword Dao Ancestor?"
Qin Yuan and Yang Xuan exchanged glances, their expressions a little embarrassed. Chong Ling'er nodded. "Abbot Wan, my Senior Sister Ziqing comprehended a mere corner of the Grand Dao Sword Technique's ice mountain. So, we want to know how much you comprehended?"
Wan Yunting smiled. "I don't know exactly how much I comprehended. Of course, as I promised before, I will leave behind the sword manual for the Grand Dao Sword Technique, and I will not go back on my word. How about this, I will practice the Grand Dao Sword Technique in front of all of you first?"
"Great!" Chong Ling'er and Yang Xuan were excited. Ziqing's naturally vacant phoenix eyes also flickered with a hint of excitement as she watched Wan Yunting. He said no more, smiled, and stood up, addressing Lan Xin. "Lend me a sword."
"Here…" Lan Xin handed him her sword. Wan Yunting moved outside. "Let's go out. It's too cramped in here…"