160: Chapter 160 A Luxurious Girl Group Rides a Dragon into Beijing! What is the Wang Family anyway?

Early morning, the first ray of sunlight pierced through the sea of clouds, spilling onto the white jade archway of the Yaochi Fairyland.

"Are you all packed? Dragging your feet with the luggage, you're not even as efficient as the guys carrying coffins at my funeral parlor."

Su Yang wore a pair of large sunglasses and a casual windbreaker, with a Spiritual Plant he'd picked from who-knows-where dangling from his mouth, leaning nonchalantly against that mud-splattered mercedes-benz g-class.

In front of him, the dignified Yaochi Holy Maiden and Nascent Soul Stage powerhouse who had just made a Breakthrough, Lin Lang, was currently lugging large bags and small parcels without any regard for her image.

Her left hand carried two mahogany wine jars filled with top-grade immortal brew, her right hand lugged several huge brand-name suitcases, and she even had an ancient-looking purple clay pot strapped to her back.

"Mas... Master, there's no need to bring this pot, right? They sell them outside too..."

Lin Lang was sweating at the tip of her nose from exhaustion. Although she was a Nascent Soul Cultivator and this weight was nothing to her, this "porter" look was truly too humiliating!

Especially with several Yaochi Outer Sect Disciples secretly watching nearby, their eyes nearly popping out of their heads.

"What do you know?" Su Yang rolled his eyes. "This pot has stewed a Spirit-Devouring Nether Cicada and is already tainted with Primordial Spirit essence; it can be considered half a Magic Treasure. Keep it to heat milk later, it's very nourishing."

"..." Lin Lang was speechless and could only aggrievedly hoist the pot a bit higher.

At that moment, Reba climbed out of the car, holding a khaki slim-fit trench coat and a pair of aviator sunglasses.

"Sister Lin, wearing this Flowing Immortal Dress to the capital is too eye-catching; people will stare at you like you're cosplaying. Quick, change into this. It's my spare trench coat. Our figures are similar, so you'll definitely look great in it!"

After spending the night together, the cheerful Reba had already become fast friends with this cold and aloof Saintess.

Lin Lang gave Reba a grateful look, set down the luggage, slipped on the trench coat, and put on the sunglasses.

The originally high-and-mighty Fairy instantly transformed into a cool and dashing urban big-sister type. Combined with her cold, ethereal Cultivator temperament, she would definitely have a 200% head-turn rate walking down the street.

"Tsk, this maid's looks certainly won't embarrass me when we go out," Su Yang commented with satisfaction, stroking his chin.

"Boss, this car can't seat five people, right?" Mary patted the door of the G-Class, looking a bit worried.

Su Yang, Reba, Mary, Chu Ling, and now Lin Lang. Although Chu Ling usually didn't take up space (she could be stuffed into a coffin or the System space), Su Yang clearly didn't want to slight his "girl group."

"Who said we're driving?"

Su Yang snapped his fingers and patted the Ice Crystal Bracelet on his wrist.

"Little White Strip, come out and receive the guests."

"Buzz—!"

A bone-chilling cold burst from the bracelet as a translucent frost dragon instantly soared into the sky. After circling once, it crashed down in front of everyone.

"Boss! I protest!"

Little White Strip's massive dragon head moved close to Su Yang, two trails of white frost puffing from its nostrils, its face full of resentment.

"This King is a noble ancient Ice Chi! Not a green-skinned train! It was one thing to carry you out of the underground palace last time, but now it's over two thousand kilometers to the capital, and you want me to be a passenger plane?!"

"Protest denied." Su Yang held up a finger. "When we get to the capital, I'll rent out the entire seafood market. One hundred king crabs, two hundred Australian lobsters—all you can eat."

*Gulp...*

A shameful gulp came from Little White Strip's throat, and its dragon eyes instantly lit up like lightbulbs.

"Honored passengers, hello! 'Ice Chi Airlines' is dedicated to serving you! Please take your personal belongings and board in an orderly fashion!"

Looking at this dragon with absolutely no integrity, Lin Lang felt her worldview being refreshed once again.

Ancient Dragon Clan... this is their character?

"Get on." Su Yang was the first to hop onto the broad back of the dragon.

To accommodate the ladies, Little White Strip very thoughtfully used frost to condense several large sofas and even a coffee table on its back.

"Chu Ling, set up a barrier to block the wind."

"Yes, Master." Chu Ling, dressed in a Qing Dynasty official's uniform, sat obediently on the edge of the sofa. A few wisps of golden corpse qi flowed from her fingertips, turning into a semi-circular transparent shield that completely blocked out the fierce winds.

"Let's go! Destination: the capital!"

Roar—!

Little White Strip let out an excited dragon roar, its four claws pushing off violently as its massive body soared straight into the clouds.

To avoid causing panic in the secular world, it condensed a thick layer of cloud and mist around its body. From radar or the ground, it looked like a fast-moving cumulonimbus cloud.

On the dragon's back.

Mary pulled a deck of cards from her suitcase. "Come on, let's play Fight the Landlord! Reba, Maid Lin, we need one more!"

Lin Lang held the cards in her hand, looking blank. To think that she, a dignified Saintess, usually did nothing but Cultivate and comprehend the Heavenly Dao—when had she ever played such a secular game?

But under the coaxing and pulling of Mary and Reba, the dignified Nascent Soul Stage powerhouse was soon immersed in the joy of "bidding for the landlord."

Su Yang lay on the soft ice sofa, drinking Yaochi's immortal brew and feeling the high-altitude breeze. Looking at the beautiful women around him, each with their own unique charms, he felt a wave of comfort in his heart.

Now *this* is what you call cultivating immortality!

Fighting and killing are so boring; enjoying life is the way to go.

...

Meanwhile.

A thousand miles away, in the capital, within the Second Ring Road, lay a vast courtyard house.

In this area where land was worth its weight in gold, only one of the four major families in the capital—the Wang Family—could own an entire prince-level mansion.

Currently, inside the main hall of the Wang Family, the atmosphere was suppressed to the extreme.

*Bang!*

A precious Ru kiln teacup was slammed onto the ground, shattering into pieces.

The current head of the Wang Family, Wang Gang, a burly middle-aged man with a face full of Evil Qi, was pointing at the bandage-wrapped Wang Kai kneeling below, cursing loudly.

"Useless! You're good for nothing but failing!"

"I spent a fortune hiring Celestial Master Zhang of Mount Mao to accompany you to the Kunlun Mountains for treasure. Not only did you not bring any treasure back and everyone died, but you even provoked a calamity?!"

Wang Kai trembled with fear and cried out with a long face, "Dad! It really wasn't my fault! That guy isn't human at all! He has a Vampire and a Flying Zombie with him, and he can even summon heavenly thunder! Master Zhang didn't even dare to fart in front of him before running away!"

"And... and he even forced me to sign an IOU... saying he wants half of our Wang Family's assets... If I didn't agree, he was going to kill me right then and there!"

"Half the family assets?!"

Wang Gang laughed out of extreme anger, a cold killing intent flashing in his eyes.

"What arrogance! A rogue Cultivator from who-knows-where really thinks he can walk all over Huaxia just because he knows some sorcery?"

"This is the capital! The foot of the Emperor! It's our Wang Family's territory!"

"Even if a true dragon comes, it has to coil up for me in the capital!"

Just then, a cold laugh suddenly came from behind the hall.

"Hehehe... Gang'er is right."

Following the laughter, a withered old man in black, leaning on a dragon-head cane, walked out slowly, supported by two beautiful maids.

Seeing the old man, Wang Gang's expression changed, and he hurriedly went to greet him respectfully. "Old Ancestor! Why have you come out of seclusion?"

This old man was the Wang Family's pillar of support, the 160-year-old Wang Family Old Ancestor—Wang Zhongjiu!

A genuine Golden Core Stage Peak Great Perfection Cultivator!

Wang Zhongjiu sat on a grandmaster's chair, a sharp light flashing in his cloudy triangular eyes.

"I naturally sensed the disturbance in the Kunlun Mountains. I just didn't expect that the descendants of my Wang Family would be bullied like this when they went out."

His shriveled lips parted slightly.

"That one named Su Yang, since he can subdue a Flying Zombie, indeed has some skill."

"But he shouldn't have, under any circumstances, set his sights on my Wang Family."

Wang Kai seemed to see a savior and scrambled over. "Old Ancestor! You must seek justice for your grandson! That kid also said he would come in person to collect the debt in a few days!"

"Come to collect a debt?"

A cruel smile appeared on Wang Zhongjiu's bark-like face, and the dragon-head cane in his hand slammed onto the ground.

Buzz—!

A massive surge of Yin Qi instantly enveloped the entire hall. Wang Kai felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and even his breathing stopped.

"Let him come."

Wang Zhongjiu said coldly.

"My Wang Family's ancestors were the Ancestral Masters of the Tomb Raiders. Buried beneath this house are ninety-nine Ironclad Corpses collected by my family over hundreds of years, and even a 'Nine Dragons Yin-Locking Formation'."

"If he dares to take half a step into the Wang Family's gate..."

The Old Ancestor's shriveled palm clenched suddenly.

"I will use his blood to sacrifice to my Formation! And take his Flying Zombie as my new toy!"

"Tell the people below to throw open the gates of the Wang Family."

"I want to see what he'll use to collect this debt!"