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The next morning, Ye Chen had just finished practicing a set of breathing exercises and was about to go to the kitchen to cook a bowl of noodles for Jiang Ruoxi when He Jianping called.

"Brother, Qiao San is here." He Jianping's voice was very low, revealing a tense feeling as if he were facing a formidable enemy.

"Old He, was it just Qiao San alone? Did he say anything about it?"

"There are three people in total. I know one of them, Han Song. They didn't go into the company; they just stood at the gate waiting, saying they wanted to see you. I had my men keep watch at the gate and didn't dare let them in. What do you think we should do?"

Ye Chen held his phone to his ear, continuing to chop scallions without even lifting his eyelids: "They're here, it's not like the Japanese invaders. Tell them to sit in the security department's reception room. I'll go over after I finish eating. Oh, and tell Han Song to come in too, don't leave him standing outside."

He Jianping responded a few times on the other end of the phone, then hung up and went to make the arrangements.

Ye Chen leisurely cooked the noodles, placed them on the dining table, and then went upstairs to wake Jiang Ruoxi.

Jiang Ruoxi was already awake and sitting at her dressing table applying skincare products. Seeing him come in, she glanced at him in the mirror and asked, "Qiao San is here?"

"You're quick to get the news." Ye Chen leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, and laughed.

"He Jianping posted a message in the security department's group chat, and the whole company knows now." Jiang Ruoxi put down the face cream in her hand and turned to look at Ye Chen.

"Oh, it was my carelessness. The president is in the security department's group chat."

"Qiao San's visit this time is mostly about what happened on Dragon Hidden Mountain. Although Qiao San has made peace with us on the surface, you can only believe three-tenths of what he says. You have to weigh the remaining seven-tenths yourself. I'm not comfortable with you going to see him alone."

"Who said I'm going alone? Uncle Gui will be coming with me. I bet he came all this way in person because he's carrying out the old man's orders. Let's hear what he's up to. It's no big deal."

Jiang Ruoxi thought for a moment, then got up and walked to the wardrobe, picked out a neat dark gray suit, and changed her clothes with her back to him.

Jiang Ruoxi saw Ye Chen's demeanor in the mirror, zipped up her pants, turned around, and glared at him: "Let's go, I'll go with you."

"You really want to go to a scene like this yourself?"

"Qiao San is a prominent figure in the provincial capital's business community. He came to my company's security manager. If I, as the president, don't show up, what kind of talk will it be?" Jiang Ruoxi said with steady steps and a calm tone.

Ye Chen followed her, smiling, and said, "Then don't be too fierce later, or you'll scare Qiao San to tears and cause trouble."

Jiang Ruoxi ignored him, her heels clicking crisply on the marble floor.

In the security department's reception room, Qiao San sat upright in the host's seat, holding a cup of Longjing tea brewed by He Jianping.

The tea was good, but Qiao San didn't drink much of it. His expression was indifferent, revealing little emotion.

Han Song sat diagonally behind him, still as calm as still water, his back straight, his right hand resting naturally on his knee.

The door opened, and Ye Chen and Jiang Ruoxi walked in one after the other, with the ghost servant following behind. After entering the room, the ghost servant stood silently in the corner.

Qiao San put down his teacup, stood up, smiled and nodded at Jiang Ruoxi as a greeting, and then his gaze fell on Ye Chen.

"Minister Ye, I apologize for the intrusion. I hope I haven't disturbed your breakfast?" Qiao San's tone was neither warm nor cold, revealing no hostility.

"It's no trouble. I just finished eating, and the fried egg is a little burnt." Ye Chen pulled out a chair and sat down, then pulled out the chair next to him for Jiang Ruoxi, his movements as natural as if he were the owner of the office.

After Jiang Ruoxi was seated, he gestured with his chin towards Qiao San: "Third Master Qiao, you didn't come all the way from the provincial capital so early just to ask for a cup of tea. Please speak frankly; I don't like guessing games!"

Qiao San, being quite shrewd, brushed it off lightly: "Alright, then I'll get straight to the point. Two days ago, there were unusual disturbances in the area around Longtou Peak of Longyin Mountain. You stayed overnight in Longyin Mountain that night, so I've come to ask you something. What exactly happened in the mountains?"

Ye Chen touched his nose, not in a hurry to speak, but instead picked up the tea that He Jianping had poured for him and took a sip.

"Is Wei Qing from the Qingyun Chamber of Commerce still alive?" Qiao San asked more directly when Ye Chen didn't answer.

The tea was too hot, he grinned before slowly saying, "Wei Qing did not die twenty years ago, but he died the day before yesterday. His body is buried on the mountain. If you are interested, you can go and dig it up yourself."

Qiao San's expression changed repeatedly.

Especially when he heard that Wei Qing was dead, his fingers trembled unconsciously, and a few drops of tea spilled from his cup.

He took a deep breath, steadied himself, and then looked at Ye Chen with a complicated expression, as if he were looking at an opponent he could no longer understand.

"Wei Qing was at the late stage of the Transformation Realm. Twenty years ago, even Su Youdao could only fight him to a draw. You...you killed him?"

"Just lucky." Ye Chen took another sip of tea, this time it wasn't too hot. He leaned back comfortably, as if nothing had happened.

Qiao San's Adam's apple bobbed.

He turned to look at the ghost servant in the corner; the ghost servant had its eyes closed, as if it were asleep.

Qiao San looked at Han Song again, and Han Song nodded at him, his eyes revealing the same judgment as him: the aura that was faintly flowing on Ye Chen's body could no longer be contained by the mid-stage of the Transformation Realm.

With the blessing of the Dragon Heart's power, Ye Chen truly stepped onto the threshold of challenging the older generation of monsters.

"I came here this time also because of the old man's intention. The old man said that the Qiao family has lived in Longyin Mountain for decades and has taken a lot of water and soil from the mountain. When it comes to a critical moment, we can't pretend we don't see it. The old man also wants you to give him a clear answer. What are you going to do next? No matter how good you are at fighting, you are in the open while they are in the dark. You can hide once, but you can't hide ten times."

These words, coming from Qiao San, carried considerable weight.

Ye Chen sat up straight, looked into Qiao San's eyes, and slowly said, "Go back and tell the old man that I remember his favor. I really can't protect everyone by myself, so I need the Qiao family to do me a favor."

"What kind of help?"

"Have your men keep an eye on those shops and people in the provincial capital related to Blackwater. I don't need you to do anything. Just send me a message if there's any trouble." Ye Chen took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket and pushed it in front of Qiao San.

"These are a few names I've come up with these past few days. The Qiao family has deep roots in the provincial capital, so it's easier for them to investigate than for me."

"No problem," Qiao San agreed readily.

Qiao San took the paper and unfolded it to see: Huitong Pawnshop, Ding Wanshan, Quick-Knife Chen, Iron-Mouthed Zhang, Ghost Hand Aqi.

He slowly folded the note, put it in his pocket, and didn't say anything, only asking, "Where's Qin Wuyi? Aren't you afraid he'll come to Jiangcheng to find you?"

"Even if you're scared, you have to keep going. At worst, we can fight another round. If you win, I'll treat you to dinner. If you lose, you have to help me find a burial place with the old man, preferably one with good feng shui and a river view."

Qiao San's lips twitched, he picked up his teacup, took a sip, and suppressed his smile.

He put down his teacup and stood up: "Ye Chen, dealing with you is more tiring than dealing with those old foxes in the provincial capital. I'll give you news within three days. Also, President Jiang..." He turned to Jiang Ruoxi and spoke to her formally for the first time.

"Okay, thank you!"

"President Jiang, if Blackwater makes a move, your first target will likely be you. Take care of yourself."

Jiang Ruoxi raised her head slightly, her expression calm: "Thank you for the reminder, Third Master Qiao. I have a way to handle this."

Qiao San paused for a moment, chuckled softly, and left with Han Song and his entourage without saying anything more.

As Han Song reached the door, he paused, turned back to Ye Chen, and said, "Next time we meet, I'll give it my all."

Ye Chen smiled and waved at him: "Go back and heal your injuries properly first. Next time, I'll treat you to drinks at the best restaurant in the provincial capital, it's on you."

Han Song gave a rare, very faint smile and turned to leave.

After everyone had walked away, Jiang Ruoxi turned around and asked Ye Chen in a low voice, "Who is Qin Wuyi?"