You got your marriage certificate and then abandoned me? I'll feed the richest woman in the wor

That exclamation was choked with sobs.

It bursts forth outside the spacious, bright, open-plan kitchen.

The vibrations caused the crystal chandelier overhead to emit a faint resonance.

Those Zhang family disciples who came with Zhang Zhentian to "crash the party".

Including Zhang Kuang, who was just standing there covering his head, looking resentful.

At this moment, they all seemed to be frozen in place.

They all gaped, their eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

He stared blankly at his ancestor, who was like a towering figure in the martial arts world of Jianghai City.

He actually knelt down on both knees, right in front of the young man wearing an apron.

"Ancestor! What are you doing?!"

Zhang Kuang finally realized what was happening.

The string in my mind called "dignity" snapped completely.

He didn't care about the chill that the flying knife had sliced ​​off his scalp.

He scrambled over and reached out to pull Zhang Zhentian up from the ground.

"This kid's just putting on an act! What could a bowl of soup possibly have..."

"Snapped!"

Zhang Kuang hadn't finished speaking when he finished.

Zhang Zhentian suddenly raised his hand and delivered a resounding slap across the face.

It landed squarely on Zhang Kuang's face, which was filled with resentment.

This slap carried the hidden force of his recent breakthrough.

The force was astonishing.

He slapped Zhang Kuang so hard that Zhang Kuang spun halfway around on the spot.

His mouth split open instantly, a string of blood droplets flew out, and he crashed heavily onto the carpet.

"You bastard! Shut up!"

Zhang Zhentian turned his head, and his once cloudy old eyes were now frighteningly bright.

His angry shout carried an undeniable air of authority.

"You blind and foolish child, you almost ruined the Zhang family's century-old legacy!"

After scolding his grandson.

Zhang Zhentian turned his head again and looked at Chen Yuan, who was standing in front of the kitchen counter.

The anger on his face vanished instantly.

Instead, there was a near-fanatical worship and a servile fawning.

He lay on his hands on the ground, his upper body almost pressed against the floor tiles.

"Master Chen!"

Zhang Zhentian's voice trembled, filled with barely concealed excitement.

"I have been stuck at the peak of internal strength for ten years. Today, I am honored to receive your guidance with a bowl of medicinal cuisine."

"Not only have his internal injuries healed, but he has also crossed the threshold of the Transformation Realm!"

"This kindness of giving birth to someone is akin to that of parents!"

"The entire Zhang family is willing to become disciples of Master Chen, even unto death, to serve him!"

These words were spoken with force and conviction.

The dozen or so disciples who came with him, though they had never tasted the soup.

But seeing the ancestor's crazy appearance...

Let's take another look at the terrifying power that our ancestor displayed with that slap.

Everyone understood that this was an incredible stroke of luck.

"Thump! Thump!"

The sounds of knees hitting the ground were continuous.

A dozen or so ancient martial arts masters.

One second they were all menacing, the next they were all kneeling in a row outside the kitchen.

With their foreheads covered by Persian carpets, no one dared to raise their heads.

Zhang Kuang, who had been slapped to the ground, covered his swollen cheek.

Looking at this magical scene.

They finally realized what kind of monster they had provoked.

A person even one's ancestors would kneel and beg for worship.

He actually dared to expect the other party to serve him tea and water?

Cold sweat trickled down his spine, soaking his moon-white training uniform.

He scrambled and crawled to the end of the line of disciples.

They all banged their heads hard on the ground.

He kowtowed repeatedly, as if pounding garlic.

"Master Chen... I was wrong... I really didn't know who you were..."

Chen Yuan stood in front of the kitchen counter.

Holding a clean white towel, she slowly and deliberately wiped away the moisture that had accumulated while carrying the plate.

His deep black eyes swept calmly over the group of ancient martial arts masters kneeling on the ground.

I wasn't flattered.

There was no arrogance of a senior or expert.

It's like looking at a bunch of unimportant potted plants.

"I told you."

Chen Yuan casually draped the towel over the back of the chair next to him.

His voice was deep and resonant, conveying a sense of nonchalance and indifference.

"This is just a home-cooked meal to help Wanzhou with her stomach problems."

"I don't take on apprentices."

"I have no interest in getting involved in the messy affairs of your martial arts world."

A refusal without any mercy.

It was like a bucket of ice water being poured over Zhang Zhentian's head.

The fervor in the old man's eyes dimmed slightly in an instant.

But a cunning old fox like him wouldn't give up so easily.

This is a living deity who can help people break through to the next level of martial arts with just a bowl of soup.

Even if I can't become an apprentice.

Even if it's just to follow behind and get to know someone, or to get a little bit of the leftovers that slip through your fingers.

That's enough for the Zhang family to be able to do whatever they want in the entire ancient martial arts world of China!

"Master Chen!"

Zhang Zhentian suddenly raised his head, his eyes even more determined.

"Since you are unwilling to take on a disciple, I will not force you."

"But it is true that this arrogant scoundrel has offended you."

"Our Zhang family is willing to serve you faithfully, even atone for our past mistakes!"

The old man's mind worked incredibly fast.

Just now, outside the manor, he saw the courtyard full of red silk and colorful lanterns.

"I heard you're getting married soon."

"Although our Zhang family is not very capable, we still have some influence in security and defense."

"I humbly request Master Chen's permission."

"Let all the members of the Zhang family serve as your security detail on your wedding day!"

"We won't let even a fly disturb your happy occasion!"

The prestigious first ancient martial arts family in Jianghai City.

The Tai Chi lineage that lives in seclusion.

He actually offered to be a free security guard at someone else's wedding?

The eagle, who had been standing silently at the door, heard this.

The corner of his mouth twitched uncontrollably twice.

That old man really knows how to take advantage of a situation!

Chen Yuan looked at Zhang Zhentian's determined attitude, as if he wouldn't give up until he achieved his goal.

A barely perceptible hint of impatience flashed in his deep eyes.

The wedding is in a few days.

Too many capital giants and political figures have flown in from all over the world.

Relying solely on Star Venture Capital and Shen's security team, the external situation is indeed tight.

Since these ancient martial arts masters insist on becoming free laborers...

Why not take advantage of it?

"OK."

Chen Yuan uttered a single word calmly.

"Go find Uncle Fu to get your security uniform."

"You're in charge of maintaining the outer perimeter. If anything goes wrong..."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Zhang Kuang's trembling shoulders.

"From now on, the Zhang family will no longer be needed in Jianghai City."

A casual warning.

Yet it carries a bloody and oppressive feeling that sends chills down your spine.

Instead of being afraid, Zhang Zhentian was overjoyed, as if he had been granted a pardon, and kowtowed loudly on the ground.

"Thank you for your help, Master Chen! The Zhang family will not fail you!"

three days later.

The prelude to the wedding of the century.

On the streets surrounding the Sky Gardens of Stars.

Those paparazzi who tried to sneak into the scene or take photos without permission.

To my despair, I discovered this.

The outer security system was replaced by a group of new faces wearing black suits and sporting buzz cuts.

These people were wearing suits.

But his every move exudes a deep and terrifying aura.

A foreign paparazzi trying to bypass the Great Firewall.

We've only climbed halfway up.

He was approached by a young man in black who looked to be only in his early twenties.

He grabbed her ankle with one hand and gently pulled her down.

The young man didn't even pant, and threw the burly man weighing over 100 pounds out of the cordon like a sandbag.

far away.

The eagle watched the group of ancient martial arts masters who were on patrol.

They were all dressed in tight-fitting suits, with walkie-talkies hanging around their necks.

Standing ramrod straight, he was even more dedicated than a real security guard.

Eagle looked at the group of terrifyingly powerful ancient martial arts masters standing at the door as greeters, and muttered with a twitching mouth, "Mr. Chen's charm is so great that even martial arts masters can be tamed into lapdogs."