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

The wealthy men who had been hiding under the table crawled out, looking disheveled, and straightened their expensive suits, their movements somewhat stiff.

They looked at Ye An with a mixture of emotions in their eyes: fear, awe, and an indescribable fanaticism.

"Thank you so much, Master Ye, for saving my life!"

"Master Ye, you are like a second parent to us!"

Several wealthy people also realized what was happening and bowed to express their gratitude, their voices trembling with relief.

Every one of them is a shrewd and calculating person.

Previously, they treated Ye An as a joke, someone Li Laosan had brought in to make up the numbers. But now, they look at Ye An as if he were a god walking among mortals.

So what if you have hundreds of millions in assets?

In that situation, weren't we just like pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered?

This Master Ye is the real big shot.

Just then, Ye An pointed slightly, and Ji Ting and Boss He, who were lying on the ground, slowly woke up.

The two opened their eyes, initially bewildered, then their memories returned. When they saw Ye An standing not far away, their faces, which had just regained some color, turned pale again in an instant.

"what!"

Boss He let out a short scream and scrambled backward on all fours, his obese body leaving a pathetic trail on the ground.

Ji Ting was trembling like a leaf.

He recalled the scene of Master Sun being sucked into the mirror; the silent screams and distorted face burned into his mind like a branding iron.

He was afraid.

I'm genuinely scared.

He scrambled to his knees in front of Ye An, disregarding all sense of shame, and kowtowed, burying his face in his hands.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

"Master Ye! Immortal Ye! I was wrong! I was blind to your greatness!"

"I'm not human! Please spare my life! I'll give you anything! I'll give you anything you want!"

He cried uncontrollably, tears streaming down his face, his voice filled with terror.

The wealthy people present felt nothing but irony looking at him like this.

Not long ago, this person was full of vigor and even gambled away his entire fortune, how arrogant!

Now, however, he kneels on the ground begging for mercy like a dog.

Only Uncle Lin stood behind Li Laosan, watching everything before him with undisguised admiration in his eyes.

He knew that from this day forward, the landscape of Jiangcheng was about to change.

This Mr. Ye is no longer the young man who needed the protection of the military, but someone that everyone needs to look up to.

The combined influence of these wealthy individuals present is enough to shake the entire business world of Jiangnan Province.

Just by looking at the fanatical gaze in their eyes, you can tell that they have been completely captivated by Ye An.

From now on, if anyone dares to lay a finger on Ye An, this group of people will probably tear them apart without Ye An even lifting a finger.

No one mentioned the bronze mirror anymore.

No matter how precious a magical artifact is, can it compare to the favor of a living deity?

Just as Ji Ting was kowtowing repeatedly, Fang Hongda snorted coldly and spoke up for Ye An.

"Ji Ting!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a sense of authority.

"Everyone here heard your bet with Master Ye. Twenty percent of Haiting Group's shares, plus a prize of one hundred million—are you trying to renege on your debt?"

"Yes! Trying to renege on your debt?"

Do you think we're all deaf and blind?

"Ji Ting, if you don't get this done today, you won't even get past Master Ye, let alone us!"

The other wealthy men nearby immediately joined in the pressure. They were now only interested in making a good impression on Ye An.

Ji Ting dared not utter a single word of dissent.

Let alone the fact that he couldn't withstand these wealthy people working together, even a single glance from Ye An would be enough to kill him ten thousand times over.

He didn't want to end up like Master Sun, sealed inside that mirror and never be able to escape.

"No! I wouldn't dare! I wouldn't dare!" Ji Ting was so frightened he almost lost his soul, waving his hands repeatedly, "I'll give it! I'll give it all! Shares! Money! I'll get it done right away! Please, Master Ye, spare my life!"

He was terrified that Ye An might displease him and refine him on the spot.

Ye An, who had been silent until now, finally spoke.

He looked at Ji Ting, who was kneeling on the ground trembling uncontrollably, and said in a calm voice, "I have no interest in the shares of Haiting Group."

Everyone was taken aback.

A glimmer of hope had just appeared in Ji Ting's eyes, as he thought things had taken a turn for the better.

Then we heard Ye An's next words.

"Convert your 20% stake into cash."

Ye An paused for a moment, then continued, "Including the extra 100 million you added, deliver it to me within three days."

"Otherwise..."

Ye An smiled and didn't say anything more.

But this works better than any threat.

Everyone understood that if the money didn't arrive in three days, and Ye An went to collect it in person, it wouldn't just be a matter of money, but a matter of life and death.

"Yes! Yes! I will definitely do it! I definitely will!"

Ji Ting dared not bargain, kowtowing repeatedly, wishing he could write a blood oath on the spot.

Ye An found his appearance somewhat offensive and waved his hand impatiently.

"Alright, you can get lost now."

The tone was as if he were shooing away a fly.

Upon hearing this, Ji Ting and Boss He, who was standing next to him, felt as if they had been granted a pardon. They scrambled to their feet, didn't dare to look back, and rushed out of the hall, looking as disheveled as two stray dogs.

Watching their disappearing figures, the remaining wealthy men in the hall began to have their own thoughts.

Fang Hongda stepped forward, adopting an extremely humble posture, and asked respectfully, "Master Ye, may I ask where you are staying now?"

"Tonight's events have left us terrified and have certainly broadened our horizons. I'd like to host a welcome dinner for you, but I'm unsure..."

"Yes, yes, Master Ye, please do me the honor!"

"I own a hot spring resort with a tranquil environment, perfect for recuperation. If Master Ye doesn't mind..."

Finally, Fang Hongda went so far as to invite Ye An to serve as a retainer of the Fang family, offering an exorbitant price that was impossible for anyone to refuse.

The group shook their heads, thinking that Master Ye would definitely be persuaded by Elder Fang.

Unexpectedly, Ye An refused outright.

"No."

As soon as he uttered those two words, the hall fell silent again.

They even disregarded Elder Fang's feelings?

Seeing that even Fang Hongda had been rejected, the others were convinced.

Although I failed to curry favor with them, others did not either, which immediately made me feel much more at ease.

After everyone calmed down, Fang Hongda ordered people to rearrange the area.

The bodyguards and security guards who rushed over after hearing the commotion were astonished to see the hall in such a state, with tables and chairs overturned and the floor a mess, but they dared not ask any questions and quickly began to clean up.

Ye An walked to the window and looked at the night outside, but his consciousness was actually sinking into his mind.

He began to review the battle that had just taken place.

Fortunately, the "Minor Divine Evolution Manual" among the jade pendant left by my master was extremely extraordinary.

Fortunately, he had recently obtained a piece of Soul-Nourishing Wood from Uncle Lin, which allowed him to condense his divine sense ahead of time in the Innate stage.

Otherwise, dealing with a ghost cultivator who specializes in attacking the soul would be quite troublesome.

Soon, everyone moved into the courtyard.

A sumptuous feast had already been set up in the garden, with all the tables, chairs, bowls, and chopsticks newly replaced.

Ye An was surrounded by the crowd and sat in the head seat.

Although there were many wealthy people and elders much older than him present, everyone took it for granted.

After everyone was seated, the atmosphere became somewhat awkward.

No one dared to pick up their chopsticks first, nor did anyone dare to speak loudly; they all watched Ye An cautiously.

Ye An's gaze inadvertently swept over a person in the corner.

Master Guan, who previously identified the origin of the bronze mirror.

At this moment, he was huddled alone in the corner at the end of the table, looking at me with a mixture of awe and anticipation, unsure of what to do with his hands and feet, looking like he wanted to say something but couldn't.

Ye An suddenly remembered something. He looked at Master Guan and asked, "Master Guan, do you know the Heavenly Fiend Sect?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, everyone's eyes were focused on Master Guan.

Master Guan trembled, feeling the gazes around him. He stood up in awe and quickly waved his hands, saying, "Master Ye, you flatter me. How could I dare to call myself 'Master' in front of you?"

He was already disheartened by that Taoist priest Sun, feeling that his decades of research had been a joke. Later, Ye An descended like a god and subdued the evil spirit with ease. In his heart, he already regarded Ye An as a god-like figure.

He was also someone who had one foot in the cultivation world, so he naturally knew how terrifying Master Sun's methods were. But those methods were like a joke in front of Master Ye.

Master Guan composed himself and respectfully replied, "In response to Master Ye's question, I have only seen some records about the Heavenly Fiend Sect in some ancient and fragmentary books passed down from my ancestors."

"Legend has it that this sect was a powerful force in the demonic path hundreds of years ago. Its members used bizarre techniques, specializing in the path of ghosts and spirits, and their methods were extremely cruel. They did not value their own cultivation, but instead fed on the souls of the living, created ghostly creatures, and even used the technique of 'body snatching' to steal the bodies of others and prolong their lives."

"Because their actions were too vicious and contrary to the natural order, they were attacked and exterminated by the righteous sects at the time. It is said that they were wiped out and their lineage was cut off for hundreds of years. I thought it was just a legend, but I never expected... I never expected to see it with my own eyes today."

As he spoke, Master Guan still looked fearful. The awe he felt towards Ye An deepened.

Master Sun's methods, though unorthodox and unorthodox, were already beyond the comprehension of ordinary people or those who were just beginning to understand the path of cultivation.

Ye An's methods, however, were genuine celestial magic, upright and righteous, far superior to the sinister techniques of Master Sun.

After listening, Ye An nodded, understanding dawning on him.

It seems that the Yunxu Mountain lineage is not the only one on Earth that has inherited the tradition of cultivating immortality.

However, neither the quality of their true essence nor their power in battle can compare with the Yunxu Mountain lineage.

He started to make plans in his mind.

Therefore, since the Heavenly Fiend Sect specializes in the path of ghosts, its techniques are most likely of the extreme yin nature.

Is it possible that something would suit Su Wanqing's extremely Yin constitution?

As soon as this thought crossed Ye An's mind, he asked directly, "The Heavenly Fiend Sect you just mentioned, are their cultivation techniques recorded in ancient texts?"

The moment this question was raised, the atmosphere at the table changed again.

The wealthy men, including Fang Hongda and Li Laosan, immediately perked up their ears.

They couldn't understand what martial arts techniques or sects were, but they could tell that Master Ye was interested in this.

Master Guan's face turned even paler when he heard the words "kung fu technique." He quickly stood up and waved his hands repeatedly at Ye An.

"Master Ye, please don't even consider that!" His voice trembled slightly. "Ancient texts say that the Heavenly Fiend Sect's techniques are extremely vicious. They use the souls of living people as a catalyst to cultivate one's own Yin energy, violating heaven and reason—they are utterly evil arts!"

He thought Ye An had developed a desire to practice evil arts, and he was so anxious that he broke out in a sweat.

"I know," Ye An replied calmly. "I just want to know, do you still have those ancient books that record this event?"

"Yes, there are some..." Master Guan dared not hide the truth and answered honestly, "but... they are all just fragments, passed down from my ancestors, and the records are incomplete."

"Where is the book?" Ye An asked.

"It's at my house," Master Guan replied, then added, "If Master Ye would like to see it, I... I'll bring it to you as soon as I get back!"

Ye An nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

He knew in his heart that even if he obtained this unorthodox technique, he couldn't give it to Su Wanqing directly. But all techniques share the same origin, and as long as he could figure out the principle of its circulation of extreme Yin energy, with his knowledge, he might be able to deduce a new technique suitable for Su Wanqing's constitution and without any future problems.

This was far more realistic for him than searching for those elusive, extremely yin-attribute rare and precious materials.

Fang Hongda, who was standing to the side, heard every word of their conversation.

He looked at Ye An, then at the apprehensive Master Guan, and quickly began to make plans in his mind.

Master Ye was not interested in money and directly refused the exorbitant offerings he received. This shows that worldly money and power were utterly insignificant in his eyes.

But he was particularly interested in this ancient book about the "Heavenly Fiend Sect".

What does this tell us?

This shows that Master Ye also has his own needs. It's just that his needs are different from those of ordinary people.

Having figured this out, Fang Hongda immediately had an idea.

He felt that his chance to curry favor with this living god had come.

Li Laosan understood as well. Although he didn't think as deeply as Fang Hongda, he knew that this was an opportunity to prove himself.

He was about to offer to send people to search the entire city for ancient books when he saw that Fang Hongda had already stood up.

"Master Ye." Fang Hongda raised his wine glass, his posture even more humble than before. "This junior dares to ask, my father was a collector of antiques and calligraphy, among which were quite a few rare and unusual books of dubious origin. If you don't mind, I'm willing to sort them out as soon as I get back and present them to you."

He paused, then added, "Also, I know a few friends in the capital who specialize in dealing in antique books. They have rather unconventional connections and might be able to find some things that aren't available on the market."

Upon hearing this, the other wealthy men at the table secretly admired him.

clever!

This is far more sophisticated than simply giving money or a villa.

This is called catering to someone's preferences.