116: Imperial Garden is given to Ye Chen!

Wang Tian's face turned green. He looked toward the main door and roared, "Who? Who the hell is barging in?!?"

As soon as the words left his mouth.

A figure reeking of filth scrambled in, crawling and stumbling like a stray dog.

It was none other than Yin Huaizi, who had been beaten half to death that morning and had only barely escaped with his life from under Ye Chen's feet!

He was so panicked and terrified that he had even forgotten to knock.

By the time he barged in, he knew it was too late...

Sure enough.

Wang Tian was sitting in his boss chair, embracing his female secretary, who was dressed in office attire and flushed with passion; both of them were disheveled.

Upon seeing the intruder, the secretary scrambled to pull up her slipping skirt, her face full of panic and shame.

"Yin Huaizi?!?"

"Are you fucking looking for death?!?"

After Wang Tian realized who it was, his rage knew no bounds.

Especially when he smelled the pungent, sickening stench of excrement on Yin Huaizi and saw his pathetic appearance, which was even worse than a beggar's, Wang Tian felt a surge of fury shoot straight to his head!

He had been in the middle of a good time, not only was it ruined by this old bastard, but he had also filled the room with a stench!

Yin Huaizi also saw the situation in the office, and his old face instantly turned paper-white, his heart filled with bitter regret.

Oh no!

He had barged in on Wang Tian's good time!

This person in charge of the outer sect appeared sanctimonious on the surface, but in reality, he was lustful, narrow-minded, and vindictive...

Yin Huaizi could not care about Wang Tian's rage at this moment; he scrambled to the desk and hurriedly said.

"Chief Steward Wang, please calm your anger! Your subordinate has an emergency to report!"

As he spoke.

He recounted everything that had happened that morning in detail.

Wang Tian suppressed his anger, shoved the secretary who was still sitting on his lap away, and said sternly, "Get out!"

The secretary, as if granted amnesty, scrambled to put on her clothes, covered her nose, and fled the office, closing the door behind her.

Once the door was closed.

Wang Tian darkened his face, looked at Yin Huaizi, his eyes sharp as knives.

"You, were beaten into this state by him?"

Yin Huaizi raised his head, his old face filled with both fear and shame.

"Chief Steward Wang, that kid is too freakish!"

"My Yin Evil Arts have reached perfection; ordinary Grandmasters cannot even get close to me, yet I couldn't even survive three moves in front of him!"

Thinking of Ye Chen's ghostly movement, his overwhelming fist power, and the strange methods he used to break through the poison aura of his Corrosive Heart Staff, he still felt lingering fear.

"He also doesn't play by the rules of martial arts!"

"He punched my energy center, shattering my Yin energy, and even..."

Yin Huaizi's old face flushed red; he found it hard to speak, but the smell on his body already explained everything.

But.

Wang Tian finished the sentence for him: "He even punched the shit out of you?"

Yin Huaizi was so ashamed he wanted to die; he could only nod with difficulty.

Wang Tian fell silent.

The situation... seemed much trickier than he had anticipated.

Zhao Yi was dead, Zhao Tiangang had fallen, the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan were crippled, and the Thirteen Death Zodiacs had been wiped out...

Now, even the dozen experts Yin Huaizi had brought, along with Yin Huaizi himself, had ended up in such a sorry state.

This Ye Chen was definitely not as simple as the intel suggested.

His strength likely far exceeded that of an ordinary Grandmaster!

The only thing to be wary of was... did he have another master behind him? Was he a disciple of some hidden old monster?

Thoughts raced through Wang Tian's mind, and his expression grew increasingly grave.

He had originally thought he was just helping the Young Miss handle a minor matter of retrieving medicine and taking care of an ignorant nobody, but he hadn't expected to hit an iron plate.

"It seems... the intelligence is seriously flawed."

Wang Tian muttered to himself, then without further hesitation, reached out and picked up the red landline phone on his desk.

He took a deep breath and dialed a short number.

The call was quickly answered, and an old male voice came from the other side.

"Speak."

"Elder Hong."

Wang Tian said respectfully, "It concerns the 'Extreme Yin Body'... The Ye Chen beside the target has strength far exceeding our estimates. Yin Huaizi led men there and returned in crushing defeat. According to Yin Huaizi's description, the opponent may have already surpassed the Grandmaster Realm."

The other end of the line was silent for a moment.

Surpassing the Grandmaster Realm? In worldly martial arts, the Grandmaster Realm was already the pinnacle. Anything beyond that... would be touching the edge of the "Dao," which cannot be measured by common worldly logic.

How could such an existence be involved with a woman in the city?

"The Young Miss has just issued a strict order." After a brief silence, that old voice spoke again.

"Within one month, the 'Yin Extraction' must be completed."

"Bing Lan's Extreme Yin energy must be absorbed at the critical moment of the Young Miss's cultivation breakthrough."

"If you outer sect members fail to do your job and delay the Young Miss's important matter..."

The voice paused, revealing a chilling intent, "You know the consequences."

"Elder Hong! I..." Wang Tian wanted to explain, but the phone had already been hung up cleanly.

"Beep, beep, beep—"

Wang Tian held the receiver, listening to the busy signal, his face turning completely dark, a cold sweat even seeping from his forehead.

He didn't need that person to say it; he knew... if they couldn't finish it, none of them would survive.

He put down the receiver, his gaze falling back on Yin Huaizi, and said coldly, "Yin Huaizi."

"Yes... yes!" Yin Huaizi hurriedly replied.

Wang Tian spoke word by word, cold to the bone, "Pass on my order—"

"Summon the 108 Hidden Guards."

"At all costs, capture Bing Lan within one month!"

"Kill... Ye Chen!"

Yin Huaizi trembled violently, suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with shock!

The 108 Hidden Guards?!? That was the ultimate force secretly cultivated by the Hidden Sect's outer sect over decades, consuming countless resources!

It was the true trump card that allowed the outer sect to stand firm!

Ninety-nine of them were in the Grandmaster Realm, proficient in combined attack formations, and could work together to trap and kill a Grandmaster!

Eight of them had reached the Grandmaster Realm, each with their own strengths and treacherous methods!

And that last person, codenamed "Shadow"... was rumored to have long surpassed the Grandmaster Realm, elusive as a dragon, only listening to the direct orders of the Sect Master and a few inner sect elders!

To deal with Ye Chen and capture Bing Lan this time, Wang Tian was actually going to use this trump card?

He was truly going all out; this was a fight to the death!

"Chief Wang, wouldn't this be too..." Yin Huaizi subconsciously wanted to advise against it; using the Hidden Guards would cause too much of a stir and might attract the attention of certain special official departments.

"Too what?" Wang Tian coldly interrupted him, cold light flickering in his eyes.

"The Young Miss's order is above everything!"

"Either they die, or... we die!"

"Go do it!"

Yin Huaizi shivered, not daring to say more, and hurriedly struggled to get up.

"Yes! Your subordinate will go pass on the order immediately!"

Enduring the severe pain and stench on his body, he staggered out of the office.

Wang Tian sat alone in the large boss chair, looking at the brilliant night view of Jincheng outside the window, his fingers digging deep into the leather armrests.

Ye Chen... no matter what your origin is or what background you have. If you dare to block the Hidden Sect's path, if you dare to ruin the Young Miss's affairs... you must be crushed!

Nine o'clock at night. The car model stopped in the underground parking lot of Dijing Garden.

Dijing Garden was one of the top luxury residential complexes in Xiamen City, where every inch of land was worth an ounce of gold, security was strict, the greening rate was extremely high, and the one-elevator-per-household design ensured absolute privacy.

Ye Chen parked the car, took his parents and Bing Lan, and rode the exclusive elevator directly to the top floor.

"Ding." The elevator doors slid open silently to the sides, revealing a spacious foyer. The floor was paved with mirror-like Italian marble, simple abstract paintings hung on the walls, and warm-toned lighting created a tranquil atmosphere.

Walking through the foyer, the view suddenly opened up. The nearly three-hundred-square-meter penthouse apartment featured floor-to-ceiling panoramic windows overlooking the brilliant river view and city neon of Xiamen City, with a view so expansive it was refreshing.

Ye Huasheng and Zhuang Yufen stood at the entrance, looking at everything inside, stunned.

In fact, their feet seemed nailed to the floor; they didn't dare to take a single step inside.

In their entire lives, let alone living in one, they had never even seen such a house. Compared to this, their three-story self-built house back home was practically a farmhouse.

Zhuang Yufen's palms were full of sweat; she subconsciously grabbed her son's arm, "A-Chen... this... is this Miss Bing's home?"

How much would this cost? Just looking at the location, the renovation, the view... although she didn't know the market, she knew that the number was definitely not something a family like theirs could imagine.

At least... several million, right? She guessed in her heart with no confidence, already guessing at the ceiling of her own cognition.

Ye Chen could understand his mother's shock, supported her, and explained in a low voice, "Mom, this is Bing Lan's house, temporarily... lent to us to stay in."

But Zhuang Yufen was clearly not comforted; instead, she became even more uneasy.

"How can we be so shameless? How expensive must this be? We can't live here; this... this is too..."

She couldn't find the right words, only feeling completely uncomfortable, fearing that her shoe soles would dirty the mirror-like floor.

At this moment, Bing Lan had already changed into slippers, took out a few pairs of brand-new slippers from the shoe cabinet, and walked over.

"Uncle, Auntie, don't be reserved; just treat it like your own home." As she spoke, she placed the slippers at the feet of the two elders.

Zhuang Yufen still didn't dare to move. Ye Huasheng was also at a loss, "Miss Bing, we can't let you spend so much money."

Bing Lan heard this and shook her head gently, "It's no expense. This house, I have given to Ye Chen."