One person: Activate the talisman, behold my Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon!

"Once you've uncovered the truth, there's no need to break ties with the Wang family right now. Just continue to lie low. When the day comes that it's time to fight to the death, I won't mind lending you a hand."

Feng Zhenghao suddenly raised his head, a glint of light flashing in his cloudy eyes.

He was a smart man and immediately understood the intention to unite in Ye Xing's words.

This young Taoist priest from Baiyun Temple has grand ambitions!

"I have noted down what Master Ye means."

Feng Zhenghao put his glasses back on, stood up and bowed deeply. "I am deeply grateful. The Feng family will never forget your guidance today."

"No problem."

Ye Xing waved his hand and turned to walk towards the office door.

Just as he placed his hand on the doorknob, he suddenly stopped and turned to look at Feng Xingtong, who was still in a daze.

"Brother Xingtong, for the sake of today's feast, let me give you a piece of advice."

"If you encounter the Wang family at the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, just admit defeat and surrender without hesitation. What you've accumulated won't be enough for them to swallow whole."

Feng Xingtong's face turned pale. He swallowed hard and nodded emphatically.

'Feng Xingtong was detected to have felt lingering fear; emotion value +80!'

Then, Ye Xing's gaze fell on Feng Shayan.

"And you, Miss Feng."

Ye Xing looked her up and down. "The ability to use space is quite rare. It's a pity you use it too crudely, relying only on the Hundred Steps Fist. The shortcomings are too obvious."

Feng Shayan was still immersed in the shock of the family secrets, but upon hearing this, her competitive spirit was rekindled.

"What do you mean? Where is my boxing technique rough?"

Ye Xing burst out laughing: "Since you can teleport your fist to someone's face through space, why don't you teleport other things there?"

"Learn a technique for manipulating objects, and then transfer the nurtured throwing knives and hidden weapons to them. How many people can defend against this unpredictable and elusive method of object manipulation?"

"Are you out of your mind to use your spatial abilities to fight people head-on?"

Feng Shayan froze on the spot, her mind going blankly, as if a new world had been opened to her.

She frantically tried to recreate the fighting style Ye Xing had described, and the more she thought about it, the more her scalp tingled.

'A sudden enlightenment has been detected in Feng Shayan, triggering a critical hit. Emotion value +100!'

Ye Xing listened to the system notification sound with satisfaction, opened the door and walked out.

"I'm leaving now. See you at the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony."

……

Half an hour later, downstairs at the Tianxia Building.

Zhang Chulan swung his arms, and although he still walked with his toes slightly turned outwards, his complexion was noticeably rosier.

Feng Baobao was carrying a bag and had a lollipop in her mouth.

"Brother, are you done chatting? Shall we head back to base?" Zhang Chulan leaned over, scrutinizing Ye Xing with a gossipy look on his face.

"You and Bao'er go back first."

Ye Xing took out his phone, which had vibrated slightly, from his pocket and turned on the screen.

Zhang Chulan was taken aback: "Then where are you going? Are you going to wipe out the Quanxing again?"

"more or less."

Ye Xing stared at the encrypted text message without a number on the screen, a dangerous smile spreading across his face.

The text message contained only a single, brief line of text.

[9 PM tonight, at the scrap metal yard in the west of the city.]

Chapter 17 Secret Operation: Capturing the Root of the Trouble

Top-floor office of the Tianxia Building.

No sooner had Ye Xing left than Feng Shayan spoke up impatiently.

"Dad, that old man is talking nonsense. He's saying the Wang family has the complete version and we're the emasculated version. How is that possible? I think he's just trying to sow discord!"

Feng Xingtong stood to the side without saying a word, but the sunny smile on her face had completely disappeared.

Feng Zhenghao took off his glasses and slowly wiped the lenses with a soft cloth.

"Whether it's a divisive tactic or not, we can find out by investigating. The World Society's intelligence network is so vast; with enough money, we can dig up old stories from decades ago."

Feng Zhenghao put his glasses back on.

"Actually, over the years, I have long noticed that the Spirit Binding and Commanding system is incomplete. Ye Xing's words today do not seem like he is lying to me."

Feng Zhenghao turned to look at his son.

"Xing Tong, memorize Ye Xing's words. At the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, if you encounter anyone from the Wang family, immediately forfeit your participation. Do you understand?"

Feng Xingtong shrank back and nodded emphatically: "I remember, Dad."

After arranging things for his son, Feng Zhenghao turned to stare at Feng Shayan.

"Shayan, what do you think of the last suggestion Ye Xing gave you?"

Feng Shayan tilted her chin up and curled her lip: "Not good at all! You have to be strong yourself to succeed. What kind of skill is it to rely on teleportation, throwing knives, and hidden weapons in a fight between supernatural beings? It's a crooked and evil trick!"

Feng Zhenghao's face darkened, and unusually, he didn't indulge his daughter's temper.

"madness!"

Feng Zhenghao slammed his hand on the table.

"Your spatial abilities are indeed rare, but you're too stubborn. You insist on treating yourself like a melee martial arts expert and fighting to the death?"

“If you think carefully about what Ye Xing said, as long as you learn a technique of manipulating objects, even the most basic one, such as using spatial teleportation to launch hidden weapons, that is the most advanced form of long-range firepower suppression, and it is also unpredictable and elusive.”

"With the Hundred-Step Fist in close combat, combined with agile footwork that allows for quick repositioning, this is truly a position with no blind spots!"

Feng Zhenghao looked at his daughter with disappointment and frustration.

"Open your mind! Stop acting like a spoiled princess, put aside your prejudices, and just say so if you're afraid of hardship. I won't find anyone to teach you!"

Feng Shayan was rendered speechless by the scolding, her face turning pale and then red, and in the end she could only grit her teeth and force out a sentence.

"I'll train then! I refuse to believe it!"

……

At 8 p.m. that evening, about one kilometer outside the scrap metal yard in the west of the city.

Inside an abandoned three-story dilapidated building.

Ye Xing strolled in, pushing open the broken wooden door. He was a full hour earlier than the agreed time.

Several people were standing inside the room.

Xu San pushed up his reflective glasses, his brows furrowing into a knot.

Xu Si, with an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips, was fiddling with a windproof lighter.

Besides the two brothers, there were four or five employees wearing NaDuTong uniforms standing next to them.

These were all unfamiliar faces to Ye Xing. They were around forty years old, full of energy and blood, and had a strong aura. They were clearly veterans of the North China branch.

When the veteran employees saw Ye Xing enter, they glanced at him and their expressions were somewhat strange.

An older employee with a buzz cut took half a step forward and complained to Xu San in a low voice.

"Third brother, tonight's operation is a top-secret operation to capture Shen Chong. What's the point of bringing in an outsider? This kid's barely grown up, can he handle it?"

Another scarred man chimed in, "Yeah, if word got out, people would think our North China branch is deserted."

'Detected that the host has caused Lin San's dissatisfaction; emotion value +10.'

'Detected that the host has caused Zhao Si to look down on him, emotion value +10.'

'Wang Wu's curiosity about the host has been detected. Emotion value +10.'

......

Ye Xing pretended not to hear, pulled a handful of sunflower seeds from his pocket, leaned against the doorframe, and started cracking and spitting out the shells, as if the others weren't talking about him. 'Host behavior detected as provoking strong dissatisfaction from Lin San, emotion value +30.'

'Host behavior detected that angered Zhao Si; emotion value +20.'

Seeing this, Xu San turned to look at Xu Si, his tone stern.

"Fourth brother, Lao Lin and the others are right. Involving Ye Xing is a serious violation of company rules. What if something goes wrong? How will we write the report?"

Xu Si finally lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and exhaled a large circle of white smoke.

"Rules are rigid, but people are flexible. Brother Ye, how many Quanxing members have you ruined lately? With a top expert like him helping, our chances of capturing Shen Chong tonight will be tenfold higher. Are you out of your mind to leave such readily available fighting power unused?"

"That's against the rules!" Xu San raised his voice.

Ye Xing spat the sunflower seed shells aside, dusted off his hands, and chuckled as he leaned closer.

"Third Brother, I have to criticize you for this."

Ye Xing had a nonchalant and carefree demeanor.

"You're too rigid. What's with all the rules and regulations? A cat that catches mice is a good cat."

He patted Xu Si on the shoulder and then glanced at Xu San.

"No wonder the old man made Fourth Brother the person in charge. If you were in charge, Third Brother, you'd be stuck with the employee handbook all day, and those Quanxing bastards would have killed all the brothers under you. You've really narrowed your options."

Xu San's face turned red instantly, and he was so choked up that he couldn't speak for a long time.

'Xu San has been detected to be experiencing frustration and dissatisfaction. A critical hit has been triggered, increasing his emotion value by 60!'

The veteran employees were also stunned. They usually thought Xu San was strict enough, so who would dare to joke about their boss like that to his face? This young Taoist priest is really bold.

'A veteran employee has shown surprise. Emotional value +10! +10!'

......

Xu Si, with a cigarette between his fingers, laughed heartily and gave Ye Xing a thumbs-up.