61: The Fu family surrenders

"Young Master, here is the investigation data you requested."

Ling Xian, who had just finished practicing his Stance Work, took the documents presented by Ling Wu.

[Feng Yixue: Eldest Miss of the Feng Family in Jiangnan. She has sponsored poor students for many years and is well-known in upper-class circles for her beauty and kindness.

Hobby: Painting.

She has a preference for the works of the niche painter Wu Xinyue...]

Ling Xian flipped through quickly, absorbing all the information into his mind.

Feng Yixue was the early-stage sponsor of Ma Yifei in the original plot, and more importantly, a key character who could influence Ma Yifei's fate.

Throughout the original plot, Ma Yifei had countless beauties, but the ones who could truly be called important, aside from the goddess Xiao Lan whom he single-mindedly pursued, were only Feng Yixue.

"Ling Wu, the rival family of the Feng Family is..." Ling Xian paused, his gaze falling on Ling Wu.

"The Fu Family!

The two families have a long-standing grudge. The competition in the business world is just a facade; their animosity can be traced back to over ten years ago."

Ling Wu had already taken on the role of the Ling Family's butler, and all this information had been checked and organized in advance.

Ling Xian nodded.

He hadn't expected that a casual question would lead to such thorough preparation from Ling Wu.

"Prepare the car. We're going to the Fu Family."

As the command fell, the rolls-royce that Ling Wu had already prepared was waiting quietly outside the door.

He stepped forward quickly and opened the car door like a gentleman.

Ling Xian took his seat, and Ling Wu straightened his butler uniform before sitting in the driver's seat.

The engine roared, and the vehicle sped away.

Inside the Fu Family villa.

Fu Zeli looked at the youth before him, respectful on the surface, but with a hint of disdain hidden deep in his eyes.

"Young Master Ling, what you've mentioned provides no benefit to my Fu Family. Why should the Fu Family help you?

Just because of the Ling Group? Even if the Ling Group is powerful, its reach might not necessarily extend to the Jiangnan region."

Fu Zeli was nearing middle age, with two mustaches slanting at the corners of his lips, exuding a sense of shrewdness.

"Patriarch Fu, this matter is indeed profitless, but it can bankrupt the Feng Family.

Your arch-rival's destruction—isn't that a worthwhile deal?" Ling Xian's tone was flat, but every word carried a hook.

In his plan, the Fu Family was an indispensable link.

He needed to push Ma Yifei to great heights while also keeping him firmly within his grasp; the Fu Family was an important pawn.

Fu Zeli remained silent, his brows furrowed.

"Young Master Ling, forgive me for refusing." Fu Zeli's laughter contained a hint of mockery. "No matter how tempting the conditions, they cannot compare to tangible benefits.

We businessmen only recognize the word 'profit'."

The coldness in Ling Xian's eyes welled up.

"It seems my patience has run out."

Before his voice faded, a slap wrapped in the fierce wind of Inner Power landed.

Fu Zeli was sent flying by a massive force, flipping two and a half times in the air before crashing heavily onto the ground.

"Someone! Help! Murder!"

A sharp cry suddenly rang out; it was Fu Zeli's daughter, Fu Xiaoling.

She had a bloated figure and was exactly the pawn Ling Xian had meticulously prepared to disgust Ma Yifei.

Come to think of it, the entire Fu Family was nothing more than a pawn in Ling Xian's plan.

Bodyguards swarmed out at the sound, but Ling Wu moved first.

His figure was like lightning, weaving through the crowd. In the blink of an eye, the group of bodyguards all lay on the ground, unable to get up.

Fu Xiaoling was so terrified that she trembled all over and slumped to the floor.

At this moment, Fu Zeli struggled to crawl up from the ground.

That slap had looked terrifying and echoed through the hall, but in reality, it hadn't damaged his heart and meridians; it was just some flesh wounds, not fatal.

"Stop... Young Master Ling, who exactly are you?"

Fu Zeli could preside over the Fu Family and contend with the Feng Family for many years; in terms of business matters, he was inferior to the Feng Family.

However, he possessed the cultivation of a Third-Rank Martial Artist.

Yet just now, he hadn't even seen the opponent's movement before being slapped away.

The opponent's strength was unfathomable!

Shielding his daughter, his voice trembled, yet he still forced himself to ask: "Some time ago, a Young Grandmaster appeared in the East Sea... I wonder what the relationship is between Young Master Ling and that Grandmaster?"

"I am he."

Ling Xian's voice was devoid of emotion, yet it struck Fu Zeli's ears like a clap of thunder.

Shock!

Petrified!

Thump!

Fu Zeli fell to his knees, his forehead hitting the ground hard.

"I did not know the Grandmaster had arrived. The Fu Family has failed to welcome you properly and has even offended you. Please, Grandmaster, punish us!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

He kowtowed three times, urgently and heavily. Even with his head down, one could see his body trembling uncontrollably.

Ling Xian stood there, his figure upright like a solitary peak, his aura cold and distant.

"Now, can we talk about cooperation?"

"A pleasure to cooperate! A pleasure to cooperate! My Fu Family is willing to serve Young Master Ling with total devotion!" Fu Zeli's voice was full of fawning.

When Ling Xian turned to leave, Fu Zeli personally rushed forward to open the car door, his respectful manner the very picture of a sycophant.

No one knew that in the future, he would treat this experience of opening the car door for Ling Xian as capital to show off within his circles.

Of course, that was for the future.

The rolls-royce drove away.

Fu Xiaoling watched the shadow of the car and spoke timidly, "Dad, who is he exactly? Even you are so afraid of him."

"From now on, when you see him, you must respectfully call him Young Master Ling. Don't call him 'that guy' or 'this guy'."

Fu Zeli said solemnly, "He is an existence we cannot afford to provoke."

"Also, I feel that there will be great changes in Jiangnan recently. Stay home and stop going out to play with those pretty boys."

Before his words finished, he seemed to suddenly remember something and muttered to himself: "Ling Group... Young Grandmaster... Over ten years ago, there seemed to be a Ling Corporation in Zhongzhou as well..."

At this thought, Fu Zeli's face suddenly turned as pale as paper.

The Ling Clan of Zhongzhou!

To be able to cultivate a Young Grandmaster, in all the world, there is only the Ling Clan of Zhongzhou!

To think he had actually run into an existence of this level.

If the Fu Family's strength was comparable to a handgun, then the deterrent power of the Ling Clan of Zhongzhou was something even tanks and fighter jets couldn't hope to match; its foundation was deep enough to be likened to a nuclear bomb.

Fu Zeli wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, feeling as though he had just walked past the gates of hell.

With the Fu Family's matter settled, Ling Xian's plan could finally be officially launched.

Just then, his phone rang.

Ling Xian glanced at the screen: Xia Mo.

He raised his hand and answered the call.

"Sister Xia Mo, what's up? Did you miss me?"

"Don't joke around, my family's Old Master is sick!"

The voice on the other end was urgent. Ling Xian's eyes flickered, but his heart was leaping with joy.

Back then, the culprit behind his breakup with Xia Mo was this very Old Master Xia.

"How is the situation?"

"It's very serious. If it can't be cured..."

"It is indeed tricky," Ling Xian replied.

"Little Xian, I know you are a member of the Ling Family; you must be able to invite a Divine Doctor.

Even if you still hold a grudge against the Old Master, for my sake, I beg you to help."

"I can," Ling Xian said flatly, but a cold light flashed in his eyes. "Wait for my arrangements. There will be news in a few days."

To have him act easily was absolutely impossible.

That old fellow would have to suffer a bit first.

Hanging up the phone, Ling Xian closed his eyes to rest.

"This time, will another Child of Destiny pop up?

A critically ill Old Master... surely a Divine Doctor won't just happen to come down from the mountain, right?"