Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City-Chapter 656 - 666: Source (34 more updates!)

The second son of the Xiang Family's eldest met with an unfortunate accident and died—this news nearly drove the Xiang Family's patriarch insane.

His own son was just gone like that? They say it was an accidental death?

Absolute nonsense. Why, after so many years without a single issue, did it happen to coincide with your arrival, and now you're dead?

If this were really a coincidence, the Xiang Family's eldest would rather believe that God himself was gay than believe his son died by accident.

And the next moment, the heads of all the families received frantic calls one after another.

As the phones rang, a chill ran down the spine of each family head.

This couldn't possibly be some freak accident happening in their own homes too, could it?

As they answered the calls, they all simultaneously inquired about the safety of their younger family members, and upon hearing there were no problems, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

But in the next moment, everyone was dumbstruck—all their companies, both domestic and abroad, were under fierce attack.

The enemy was inscrutable, leaving no trace to be found, and seemed to be throwing money around like mad, clearly willing to hurt themselves just to cause damage to their target.

But while this mysterious enemy could take the loss, they couldn't afford it—the frantic hemorrhaging of funds nearly had them collapsing on the ground.

Some branches with shallower foundations were outright forcibly acquired, leaving no room for fantasy.

Madness—everyone had lost their minds, looking at the leisurely Ye Ling across from them, who the hell could guarantee he wasn't related to this?

Stunned—everyone was stunned, what on earth was going on, could someone tell them if they were really making enemies with the entire world now!

Impossible—those with deep pockets, were swept away in such a short time, suffering heavy stock losses, their industries were severely persecuted.

"Gentlemen, should we now settle our accounts?"

Ye Ling stood up and shrugged his shoulders, all the other bigwigs were stunned, my god, it wasn't over yet, there were still accounts to be settled?

"Ye Ling, it's all my fault, kill me if you want, I just ask that you spare the He Family a lifeline."

Old man He was without hope, having failed completely; no one knew why or what on earth was going on.

Ye Ling's gaze swept over everyone, those big shots who once called the shots in Xiangjiang couldn't even dare to look him in the eye, each one of them lowering their heads.

The Xiang Family's eldest, once so high and mighty, now with his second son killed, still dared not harbor any thoughts of revenge, the young man in front of him was like a god, omnipotent!

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"Hahahahaha!"

Ye Ling suddenly burst into uproarious laughter, his laughter echoing into the distance. No one knew what exactly happened that night, except that the He Family did not suffer a bloodbath.

Walking down the bustling streets of Temple Street in Xiangjiang, Ye Ling was accompanied by Ye Fei and Li Tianhao. The previous night, several major families had submitted, completely defeated. Ye Ling had spared their lives and avoided further slaughter.

Today, Ye Ling was bringing Li Tianhao to Temple Street to find a fortune-telling master, a tradition that had vanished from Huaxia decades ago but now shone brightly in Xiangjiang.

On the second floor of an old tenement building, the three of them knocked on the tightly shut door and waited for about a minute before it creaked open.

A man dressed in grey appeared at the doorway, around sixty years old, but very sprightly. He looked at Ye Ling and his two companions with a hint of surprise but said nothing, inviting them directly into the house.

"President Qin, we are from inland Huaxia, coming with admiration to seek your wisdom."

Ye Ling said with a slight smile. This elderly man was surnamed Qin, named Qin Gensheng, the President of the Xiangjiang Metaphysical Society, and also the Honorary President responsible for communication and alliance with the inland Metaphysical Society.

Qin Gensheng looked at Ye Ling and then at Ye Fei, taking a deep breath, "The three of you are not ordinary people, indeed, scions of heaven. There is little an old man like me could teach you."

Ye Ling stood up and walked over to Qin Gensheng, "President Qin, there's nothing much for us to learn from you, it's mainly him, Li Tianhao, a disciple of the Tianji sect, and the direct successor of the sect leader."

"Tianji sect?! Is your master Dao Ming Zhenren?"

Qin Gensheng stood up abruptly, excited, and on the side, Li Tianhao nodded his head, "Yes, President Qin, you know of my master's name too."

Ye Ling was stunned, tsk tsk, watching this scene, it was clear that things were not simple here, there must be something going on.

"Then let me ask you, how is your master now? Is the old gentleman well?"

Qin Gensheng suddenly blurted out a question that made everyone present stunned. Master? Was Dao Ming Zhenren Qin Gensheng's master?

How could that be possible? Dao Ming Zhenren had always traveled across the mainland, while Qin Gensheng had lived in Xiangjiang all along. With no apparent connection between them, how could they be related?

"My master has passed away, killed by the Kunlun Arm Slave of the Kunlun Mountains sect."

Li Tianhao said sorrowfully, his eyes bright red as he once again recalled the Taoist who had taken him around the world, lively and cheerful, with his laughter and appearance still lingering in his mind, yet sadly no longer among the living.

Qin Gensheng immediately became dazed, tears streaming down his face, his knees buckled, and he nearly collapsed to the ground, kneeling toward the east, "My mentor!"

Ye Ling and Ye Fei exchanged glances. What was going on? Could there really be something they were unaware of?

Li Tianhao hurriedly helped Qin Gensheng to his feet, "President Qin, what's happened to you, does your mentor have any relationship with you, why are you... "

Qin Gensheng got to his feet, wiping the tears from the corner of his eyes, his eyes reddened, taking a deep breath, "Please come with me into the house, excuse us for a moment, you two."

Ye Ling and Ye Fei nodded, and Qin Gensheng led Li Tianhao into a room, Ye Ling and Ye Fei looked at each other, "What do you think, could President Qin be a long-lost disciple or son of Dao Ming Zhenren?"

"Brother Ye, I've noticed you're quite the gossip, but I also feel it's possible."

Ye Fei pursed his lips and, despite himself, began to feel excited. Ye Ling sighed; alas, a guy who had studied Buddhism for eighteen years had fallen once and for all.

Half an hour later, the two emerged, both with red-rimmed eyes.

"This person, is my long-lost senior disciple brother, my master's eldest disciple!"

Li Tianhao said with a slightly hoarse voice. Ye Ling's eyes widened in dismay; damn, it was true!

"Inside the house, what is enshrined is the longevity tablet of my master."

In that room, there was Dao Ming Zhenren's longevity tablet, with incense burning unceasingly.

Li Tianhao took a deep breath, tilting his head back and then steadied himself, briefly recounting the situation to Ye Fei and Ye Ling.