Ultimate True Lord

"Wen Jin?"

Among the crowd, Su Yan exuded an aloof and indifferent air. Those who approached him to strike up a conversation always seemed to maintain a distance from him.

However, when he saw Wen Jin, an acquaintance, his aloofness immediately relaxed a bit.

Su Yan strode over.

Before he even got close, Jiang Ming could smell a delicate orchid fragrance. It was warm and subtle, neither strong nor overpowering.

Seeing Su Yan approach, Wen Jin stepped aside and immediately introduced Jiang Ming to Su Yan: "This is Jiang Ming, a disciple of Hongsha Martial Arts School. He is skilled in soft strength and is highly regarded by Master Liu Longquan."

Upon hearing this, Su Yan's expression shifted slightly.

He had certainly heard of Liu Longquan's reputation, after all, Wen Jin himself had studied under a master at the Hongsha Martial Arts School. This Master Liu was no ordinary martial arts school owner. In his early years, he opened a school in Fenghepu and made a name for himself.

Several other martial arts school owners were easily defeated by him. Even more skilled individuals secretly tested him, only to be easily defeated by him with a flick of his wrist, demonstrating his exceptional strength.

In the entire eastern part of Wangyue City, Liu Longquan of Hongsha Martial Arts School, Shi Yan of Hengjiang Boxing School, and Bai Lei of Feixing Martial Arts School are the most famous.

"So he was the disciple that Liu Longquan had taken a liking to."

"I've heard so much about you."

Su Yan glanced at Jiang Ming and spoke.

At this moment, Wen Jin smiled and struck up a conversation, deliberately making a joke.

"My friend here has an incredible alcohol tolerance. Last time we were talking business, we drank against each other for a full hour. I was almost passed out, but he was completely unaffected, not a bit tipsy at all..."

Upon hearing this, Su Yan's eyes lit up instantly.

"Oh?"

His usual flawless, composed demeanor was shattered, revealing a hint of emotional fluctuation. Su Yan had always admired those who could drink heavily; he liked men with such a strong capacity for alcohol.

He immediately became interested, and his gentle, peach-blossom eyes looked at Jiang Ming with surprise again, his tone carrying a hint of competitive spirit.

"Can you drink that much?"

"I consider myself someone who can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, and I've never met anyone who could rival my drinking capacity. You've been drinking for an hour straight, so you're barely qualified to compete with me."

Jiang Ming listened, feeling a sense of helplessness, but managed a slight, suppressed smile.

Wen Jin had already told him this beforehand. Su Yan is all talk and no action; he seems incredibly arrogant, but he gets drunk easily, and when he's drunk, he likes to act crazy.

Now, watch him seriously boast about how he can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk.

It's really hard to stay calm.

As Su Yan spoke more and more enthusiastically, it seemed that his craving for wine had been completely awakened, and he immediately made a suggestion.

"Gentlemen, since we have nothing else to do right now, why don't we find a good restaurant, have a drink, and have a contest right here and now?"

He looked at Jiang Ming.

"Since Brother Jiang can drink so much, I'll definitely have a contest with you today and see who can drink the other under the table first!"

Immediately, the three of them walked together, passing straight through the crowd that was trying to gather around them. Among the crowd were many young ladies from various prominent families in the inner city, a group of beautiful women whose eyes were all fixed on Su Yan.

They are like bees and butterflies circling around flowers.

But Su Yan walked with Wen Jin and Jiang Ming on his own, his aloof and noble aura towards outsiders returning. No one dared to approach him, and could only watch them walk by.

During this time, the three passed by Prince Feng, Wang Linchuan.

Wang Linchuan was dressed in a simple blue silk robe, his figure neat and tidy. He had a handsome, fair face, long and narrow eyebrows and eyes, and a natural air of casual elegance.

He glanced indifferently at Su Yan and his group.

Jiang Ming noticed something, turned his head, and the two exchanged a brief glance.

They walked another ten meters or so forward.

Wen Jin suddenly lowered his voice and reminded Jiang Ming beside him.

"This man is Wang Linchuan from the Wang family."

"Of the five major families in the inner city, only the Wang family's main business is the medicinal herb trade. They've been gaining momentum lately, constantly expanding their influence..."

"I heard recently that Guang Sheng Pharmacy directly gave Young Master Feng, Wang Linchuan, a 30% stake, in order to curry favor with the Wang family and use their power for support."

"Be more careful in the future. We're in the medicinal herb business, and we'll likely have to deal with him sometime."

Jiang Ming nodded slightly, indicating that he had kept it in mind.

Afterwards, the three left the martial arts arena and arrived at a top-notch restaurant in the inner city. As dusk fell, in a private room on the fifth floor, Su Yan was holding a wine cup, wanting to have a drinking contest with Jiang Ming to see who was the real hero.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps came from the corridor outside.

Someone was knocking on the door, their voice tinged with panic.

"Young master, young master, something terrible has happened!!"

Su Yan frowned and said in a deep voice, "Come in."

Immediately, a servant of the Wen family pushed open the door and entered, his face ashen, and hurriedly reported the news.

"Young Master, something terrible has happened! Feng Zhao, the second-in-command of the Xuan Yin Sect, who was injured on the arena, was carried back to his residence to recuperate. But just now, news suddenly came that Feng Zhao was inexplicably poisoned and is dead!"

"Now, all three major factions are furious and have come to our door together."

"We demand an explanation from the five major families of the inner city!"

The words had barely left his mouth when they were spoken inside the private room.

"What?!"

Su Yan and the other two looked surprised and exchanged glances.

……

……

At the same time.

Fenghepu, the former headquarters of the Grey-Clad Gang.

Night enveloped the courtyard, and a tall, slender figure stood quietly in the moonlight—it was Liu Ya, an elder of the Cangshi Sect.

His face was gloomy, and he held a clay sculpture of the Yuanzhen Sect in his left hand, his gaze silently sweeping over his surroundings.

A few months ago, the Gray-Clad Gang was suddenly wiped out. The Cangshi Sect immediately sent people to investigate and found this strange clay statue on the spot.

However, following the clues from the Yuanzhen Sect proved fruitless, leading to a stalemate.

In addition, the relationship between the three major sects and the five great families was quite tense during that period. If Cangshi Sect sent people to Wangyue City to conduct a large-scale investigation, it would be easy for the five great families to find out, so they had to temporarily stop.

They shifted their focus and began supporting grassroots gangs in other districts.

However, Liu Ya could never swallow this insult.

His apprentice, Gu Yue, suddenly disappeared at the Gray Clothes Gang headquarters, neither alive nor dead, most likely having met with a terrible fate.

No matter what, Liu Ya must find the real culprit and make them pay with their life!

Thus, taking advantage of the competition between the three major sects and the five great families, Liu Ya successfully entered Wangyue City. He spent the entire day outside gathering information, and perhaps by luck, he finally uncovered two clues.

Article 1.

These clay sculptures of the Yuanzhen Sect can only be found in the Nishi Lane area of ​​Fenghepu. It seems that quite a few people there secretly believe in the Yuanzhen Sect, and every household displays such a strange statue.

Article .

Before the Gray-Clad Gang was wiped out, it was attacked by a mysterious figure. The entire gang searched for that person for a long time, but ultimately suffered the fate of being wiped out. The one who wiped them out could very well be that mysterious figure!

As night deepened, a cold wind swept through the room, whipping up the withered grass on the ground.

Liu Ya stood there, silent for a long time, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes. He clenched the clay sculpture in his hand, then suddenly turned and strode quickly towards the mud-stone alley.

"Please don't let me find out who did it..."

"Once I find you, I will make you pay for your crimes in blood!"

P.S. Tomorrow's reading is very important, it affects the recommendation. Brothers, please read tomorrow's chapter.