I'm invincible once I descend the mountain; the beautiful CEO is forcing me to get our marriage

Ye An extended a finger, using the suspended drop of tea as ink and the void as paper, and began to draw in the air.

His finger traced a faint golden trail in the air.

The light trail was very thin, yet very bright, like a golden thread.

One stroke, two strokes, three strokes...

His fingers moved slowly, but each stroke was incredibly precise. Countless golden streaks of light intertwined, outlined, and overlapped in the air.

At first, no one understood what he was doing, but as the light marks increased and gradually formed a complex pattern that made people dizzy, everyone held their breath.

A miniature three-dimensional magic array, a hundred times more complex and a thousand times more profound than the blurry array on the back of the bronze mirror, was gradually taking shape before their eyes.

The Taoist priest, slumped in his armchair with a deathly pale face, was struck dumb the moment he saw the golden light appear.

His cloudy eyes widened suddenly, his body trembled violently, and he struggled to stand up from the chair, making strange "ho...ho..." sounds in his throat, as if an invisible hand was choking him.

He pointed at Ye An, his eyes filled with extreme fear and indescribable horror.

"This...this is...a void array! True essence taking form!"

His voice was hoarse and dry, full of cracks, as if he had used all his strength to squeeze out those few words.

"This...this is a technique possessed only by a True Immortal!"

Ji Ting couldn't understand what "formation of arrays in the void" meant, nor could he understand what "innate true man" meant.

But he could read Master Sun's expression.

That was an expression of seeing a ghost, no, it was a thousand times more terrifying than seeing a ghost.

His heart skipped a beat, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, instantly turning his hands and feet icy cold.

He realized that he seemed to have offended someone... who was completely unimaginable.

In the hall, no one paid any attention to Master Sun's roar.

Everyone's attention was drawn to the miniature magic array that floated in the air, composed of countless golden light threads, and slowly rotated.

It is like a perfect work of art, radiating a light that brings peace to the mind.

The moment the magic circle was fully formed, Ye An withdrew his finger and gently pushed it towards the golden magic circle.

The movements were as casual as brushing away a speck of dust.

The golden magic circle silently sank downwards, instantly imprinting itself into the pile of bronze mirror fragments of varying sizes on the table below.

"Buzz—"

A clear and long humming sound resounded throughout the entire hall.

This sound was a hundred times louder and clearer than the dull vibrations that Master Sun had generated before!

It wasn't harsh; instead, it sounded like the tolling of an ancient temple bell, resonating deep within everyone's soul, cleansing away all distractions and anxieties.

Immediately afterwards, Ye An raised his other hand, palm up, toward the pile of fragments.

A cluster of golden flames appeared out of thin air above his palm and burned quietly.

The temperature in the hall did not rise; instead, it became even more refreshing and pleasant.

Ye An moved his hand slightly, and the cluster of flames flew out, enveloping all the bronze mirror fragments on the table.

What happened next completely overturned everyone's understanding.

Enveloped in golden flames, the pile of fragments seemed to come alive. They were no longer inanimate objects, but rather, like a group of obedient fish, they automatically took flight and hovered in mid-air.

The sharp edges of the fragments melted rapidly in the flames, turning into drops of molten copper that shimmered with golden light.

Instead of dripping, the molten copper was drawn together, joined, and fused by an invisible force...

Suddenly, a blinding golden light burst forth from mid-air, illuminating the entire hall as if it were daytime.

The light was so dazzling that everyone instinctively closed their eyes or raised their hands to shield them.

Only Ye An remained standing there calmly, watching everything in the light.

For him, repairing such a low-level magical artifact was simpler than eating or drinking. It was only because the spiritual energy on Earth was scarce and the materials were poor that he could easily forge magical treasures tens of thousands of times stronger than this.

However, watching these naive ordinary people get so frightened that they stagger around is quite a unique experience.

The light came quickly and went quickly.

A few seconds later, the golden light gradually faded away.

"Okay, open your eyes."

Hearing Ye An's calm voice, everyone tentatively and slowly opened their eyes.

The moment they saw what was before them, a collective gasp filled the hall.

The pile of scrap metal from before has disappeared.

In its place is a brand new bronze mirror, which is quietly suspended in mid-air.

Its mirror-like surface is so bright that it reflects every pore on a person's face.

The mirror shimmered with iridescent light, as if it were not cast in bronze, but carved from a single piece of beautiful jade.

On the back of the mirror, the complex and mysterious golden patterns seemed to be alive, slowly flowing across the surface, exuding a pure and powerful aura.

The aroma was so enticing that everyone present felt as if they were soaking in the most comfortable hot spring, with every pore from head to toe relaxing.

The tightness in my chest that I had felt earlier due to nervousness instantly eased.

The thoughts that had been somewhat dazed by the shock in my mind became incredibly clear.

Everyone felt incredibly energetic, their bodies brimming with boundless strength.

Mr. He was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

This...this is not a repair at all.

This is clearly a complete transformation, a turning stone into gold, a rebirth!

Compared to the previous defective product that was almost scrapped, this mirror is like the bright moon in the sky and the mud on the ground!

"thump!"

A muffled thud.

Ji Ting's legs went weak, and he could no longer support his body, collapsing to the ground.

His face was deathly pale, his lips trembled, and he looked at the divine bronze mirror in mid-air, then at the calm-looking young man not far away. His eyes were filled with endless fear and regret.

It’s over.

What kind of monster did I provoke?

Meanwhile, the way Li Laosan, Fang Hongda, and all the other wealthy people looked at Ye An had completely changed.

It was no longer awe, but fanaticism, it was worship.

They seemed to see not a person, but a god walking among humans.

Li Laosan was so excited that his whole body was trembling. He looked at Ye An's back and his eyes were red.

He felt that the best thing he had ever done in his life was to listen to Uncle Lin and invite Ye An over.

In this almost frozen silence, the bronze mirror that had been floating in the air swayed slightly and fell toward the ground.

A gasp went up from the crowd.

Ye An simply stretched out his hand and made a move in mid-air.

The bronze mirror then obediently flew into his hand.

He picked up the mirror, weighed it in his hand, then turned around, his gaze sweeping over the crowd and landing on Ji Ting, who was slumped on the ground.

"The thing is fixed."

Ye An's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"Now, let's talk about how you kowtowed to me."

Ye An's use of the word "you" was like a needle, gently piercing the fervent atmosphere that had just begun to rise in the hall.

Before the ecstasy on Li Laosan's face had faded, he was stunned.

you?

Which "们"?

Wasn't this bet wagered solely by Ji Ting using his shares?

Why are there other people here? He looked at Ye An in confusion, then at Ji Ting, who was lying on the ground.

Upon hearing those two words, Ji Ting's already pale face instantly lost all color, and his body trembled even more violently.

"Master Ye."

Fang Hongda, who hadn't said much until now, spoke up in a deep voice.

He didn't look at Ye An; his sharp eyes were fixed on Ji Ting and the bewildered Boss He standing to the side.

"You? Is there something we don't know about this?"

Fang Hongda's voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable authority.

Having lived most of his life, he had seen all sorts of storms. Looking back now, Ji Ting's desperate and reckless actions seemed completely off.

When Boss He was looked at like that, beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolled down his forehead one after another, and his fat trembled.

"Mr. Fang... what do you mean by this..." he stammered, his eyes darting around, not daring to meet Fang Hongda's gaze.

"What do you mean?" Fang Hongda sneered. "I'm asking you, what exactly is going on with this betting game!"

Which of the wealthy men from Jiangnan Province sitting in the hall isn't a shrewd and calculating individual?

Seeing this situation, and recalling how Boss He and Ji Ting had been working together just now, one immediately understood the situation.

One of the shop owners, surnamed Yan, stood up, his face ashen. "So that's it! No wonder Ji Ting dared to gamble half his fortune; it turns out it was all pre-arranged!"

"Are you trying to make a fool of us? Are you putting on a honey trap for us?"

"Boss He, Ji Ting, this isn't over until you give us an explanation today!"

Everyone chimed in with their own opinions, and their criticisms instantly turned to Ji Ting and Boss He.

This changes the nature of the business; it used to be business competition, now it's a joint fraud!

Faced with everyone's questions, Ji Ting and Boss He looked ashen-faced and couldn't utter a single word.

Ye An watched this farce unfold and, feeling it was about time, slowly spoke, his voice not loud, yet it drowned out all the noise.

"It's actually very simple."

He casually placed the repaired bronze mirror on the table, making a soft "clang" sound.

"Since this Master Sun possesses genuine magical powers, there's no way he wouldn't have noticed that this mirror is on the verge of breaking."

Ye An's gaze shifted to the ashen-faced Taoist priest, Sun, who was slumped in his chair.

"He remained so calm from beginning to end, not because his Taoist skills were profound, but because he simply didn't care whether the thing was real or fake, good or bad."

"Because this auction was a scam from the start."

Ye An tore away the last fig leaf, word by word.

"This nearly ruined magical artifact is just bait they used as bait. Ji Ting brought in a so-called 'master' to endorse it, and then Boss He put on a show. The goal was to trap all of your money in this scheme."

The truth is revealed!

"You bastard!"

Fang Hongda flew into a rage. He slammed his hand on the table, sending the teacup flying high into the air before crashing to the ground and shattering into pieces.

"Someone come here!"

At his command, the two bodyguards in black standing behind him immediately stepped forward.

At the same time, the bodyguards and guards brought by the other wealthy people in the hall also surrounded them, instantly trapping Ji Ting, Boss He, and Master Sun in the middle.

The atmosphere in the hall instantly shifted from a business gathering to a tense standoff.

"Old Fang! Old Fang, spare my life!"

Boss He was the first to give in; his legs buckled, and he knelt on the ground with a thud. "This...this was all Ji Ting's idea! I was just blinded by greed for a moment. Please, have mercy on me!"

Ji Ting was terrified by the scene and scrambled to grab Fang Hongda's leg, begging incoherently, "Old Fang! Old Fang! I was wrong! I'll never do it again!"

However, amidst this chaos, Master Sun, whom everyone considered a fraud, made a move.

He neither begged for mercy nor panicked.

Amidst cries and screams, he slowly rose from the armchair, using the armrests for support.

The ethereal, otherworldly air about him had vanished without a trace.

Instead, a chilling, sinister smile appeared.

He didn't even glance at the fierce-looking bodyguards around him; his murky eyes were fixed on Ye An.

The temperature in the entire hall seemed to drop several degrees out of nowhere at that moment.

A chilling coldness emanated from him.

"Kid..."

Master Sun's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together.

"You think cutting off my source of income... is the end of it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he stuck out his tongue and licked his chapped lips, and a greedy light burst forth in his cloudy eyes.

That wasn't the look of someone looking at another person; it was the look of a hungry wolf seeing its prey.

"So be it, money is just an external thing."

Master Sun suddenly burst into a strange laugh, his voice sharp and piercing.

"To encounter someone with a 'pre-heavenly body' like yours, one in a million, here is an incredible stroke of luck for me, Sun!"

What is he saying?

Everyone present, including Ji Ting and Boss He, was completely bewildered.

But they could clearly sense the undisguised malice emanating from Master Sun.

It was an inhuman, insatiable greed that wanted to devour people alive.

Ji Ting and Boss He looked at Master Sun in horror. They realized that they didn't seem to know anything about the "master" they had invited.

Master Sun didn't take the bodyguards around him, who were carrying batons and brass knuckles, seriously at all.

In his world, it seemed that only Ye An remained.

He looked at Ye An as if admiring a perfect work of art, his eyes filled with undisguised possessiveness.

"You ruined my plans, and this is what you owe me."

Master Sun walked towards Ye An step by step. The bodyguards around him tried to stop him, but they felt an invisible chill rushing towards them, making their hands and feet stiff and unable to move.

"Now, giving me back your handsome appearance isn't too much to ask, is it?"

These seemingly casual words sent chills down the spines of everyone present.

In this extremely eerie atmosphere, Ye An actually smiled.

He looked at Master Sun approaching step by step, his eyes showing no fear, but rather a hint of pity as if he were looking at a fool.

"Possession?"

Ye An softly uttered two words.

"With your mediocre ghost cultivation techniques?"