97: Ling San is here

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for making Third Senior Sister feel a bit of disgust toward Su Ran. You have gained +5555 villain points!]

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for creating a rift between Wei Zhiruo, Lan Dieyin, and Su Ran. You have gained +6666 villain points!]

"Open the interface!"

[host: Ling Xian]

[villain points: 147,430]

[Cultivation: Sixth Stage (Mid Phase)]

[Cultivation Techniques: Five Beasts Stance Technique, Golden Needle Technique]

[Martial Arts: Dragon Capturing Hand, Five Beasts Fist, Whale Swallows the World (Fragment)]

[Divine Ability: Undead Divine Fire]

[Special Skill: Super Recovery]

[Weapons: rain listening needle, bone needle, bone arrow]

[Items: None]

[Subordinate Forces: Eight Hundred Silent Undead Army (Dormant)]

Ling Xian looked at the massive amount of villain points and was delighted. "One hundred thousand villain points! Let's do a draw on the High-Level Lucky Wheel!"

As he spoke, illusion dream opened the Lucky Wheel, and it began to spin wildly.

Soon, the pointer stopped on a golden area.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for drawing a Golden Legend: Super Recovery Upgrade Card!]

[Super Recovery (Upgraded Version) (Recovery speed is greatly increased, effects are doubled; even if the host loses a limb, it can be slowly repaired.)]

"It's quite strong, but I remember that the upgrade for Super Recovery should allow for Rebirth from a Single Drop of Blood, shouldn't it?" Ling Xian stared fixedly at illusion dream.

[Uh... this upgrade requires continuous leveling. Once it reaches a certain level, you can be reborn even if only a single drop of blood remains!]

Ling Xian was actually just testing illusion dream.

He didn't truly believe he could draw such a heaven-defying existence with only 100,000 villain points.

Inside Coral Manor Villa No. 9.

Ling Xian walked into the villa. Sensing the quiet atmosphere, he instantly held his breath and focused.

A silver flying dagger flew toward Ling Xian.

He sidestepped to dodge it, but the flying dagger followed an arc and flew back.

Finally, Ling Xian used his Spiritual Power to forcefully freeze the flying dagger in mid-air.

At that moment, no enemy appeared; instead, a familiar figure emerged.

"Not bad, Little Xian."

The speaker was none other than Ling San, the Third Aunt.

"Third Aunt? Why are you here?" Ling Xian asked joyfully, moving forward to give Ling San a hug.

Ling San smiled slightly and allowed Ling Xian to hug her before pushing him away, saying, "You brat, it's been so long. Not bad at all!"

"Not only have you become a Master, but you can even dodge my flying dagger."

"Not at all, it's just that Third Aunt showed mercy. Otherwise, with Third Aunt's current cultivation at the Late Stage Grandmaster, how could I possibly dodge?" Ling Xian complimented her in return.

"Haha, your mouth is getting sweeter, and your eyes are getting sharper. You saw at a glance that my cultivation has broken through," Ling San said proudly with a laugh.

"It's all thanks to you. Second Ling and I swindled half a sect's worth of resources from the Flying Fox Sect. Among them were resources perfectly suited for my cultivation, allowing me to break through consecutively."

After Ling Xian and Ling San exchanged more compliments, they sat down to drink tea.

"Third Aunt, you came here to..." Ling Xian asked curiously.

"To protect you, of course. I didn't expect you to encounter a Grandmaster-level expert so soon," Ling San sighed, then turned serious.

"The Old Master was worried about you, so he sent me over."

Ling Xian nodded and didn't refuse.

After all, having a Grandmaster-level expert by his side was indeed safer... Meanwhile, in a place in Jiangnan where dragons and snakes mingled.

Xu Feng smelled the stench of cheap cigarettes and alcohol filling the room and heard the noisy sounds of mahjong and poker. His brow furrowed deeply as he slowly walked inside.

He stood beside a man, quietly watching him finish his hand of mahjong.

"Winning! Pay up, pay up, pay up!" the man shouted in delight, his fat shaking as he laughed.

This man was Xu Feng's future assistant, Fat Nine, who was currently just a small-time thug.

"Ah, that felt good."

He stretched and finally noticed Xu Feng had been standing there for a while. He jumped up in a startle.

"Brother Xu, why are you here?" Fat Nine said with a fawning and fearful expression.

"I didn't give you money to open a gambling den and play these games," Xu Feng said coldly. He thought about how Ling Xian had a group of obedient subordinates, and Su Ran also had the Fang Family to help him.

Looking at his own lackey, Fat Nine, who wasn't even very bright, he felt that the real difference between himself and those others lay in these intangible areas.

"Come with me for a moment!"

Facing Xu Feng's command, Fat Nine didn't dare to disobey, as all his money came from this big brother. He then said to the crowd quietly watching him, "You guys continue!"

After speaking, he followed Xu Feng into a small, separate room.

"I came to find you for two reasons. First, I want you to change your trade. Stop doing these shady businesses. It's better to switch to something like a security company. If you need money, I can invest. Second, I want you to disgust someone."

"How disgusting should I be?"

Xu Feng took the cigarette Fat Nine offered, let him light it, took a deep drag, and blew out a smoke ring.

"How disgusting should I be?"

Fat Nine gave a sly laugh. "Hehe, don't worry, Brother Xu. We thugs might not have other skills, but our ability to disgust people is top-notch."

Hearing this, Xu Feng smiled slightly.

He knew he couldn't beat Ling Xian right now, but he couldn't swallow the resentment brewing in his heart.

So, he could only start by annoying Ling Xian to vent some frustration.

"Alright, do a good job," Xu Feng patted Fat Nine's shoulder and instructed. "I'll transfer another five million to you as startup capital. Make sure you get it done!"

Hearing this, Fat Nine's eyes lit up, and he immediately promised, "Don't worry, Brother Xu. With me, Fat Nine, on the job, I'll definitely satisfy you!"

After sending the information about Ling Xian to Fat Nine, Xu Feng left.

He really didn't want to stay in such a place; it smelled too bad.

After walking out of the alley, he finally let out a slow breath.

Meanwhile, Fat Nine looked through Ling Xian's information, seeing the details about the Ling Corporation and a subsequent file on Wu Yueyue.

"Isn't this simple? So what if it's a big company? As the saying goes, 'It's easy to see the King of Hell, but hard to deal with the little devils,'" Fat Nine said disdainfully. "I am that little devil. No matter how big the Ling Corporation is, I can entangle them."

"As for the five million? Heh, let's spend it!"

In the eyes of a thug like Fat Nine, he had no concept of using money to start a business; he only knew how to squander and enjoy it once he got it.

"And this Wu Yueyue. Heh, she's quite beautiful. What a pity. I'll find an opportunity to have some fun with her," Fat Nine sneered, already making plans in his heart.

As long as he was willing to spend money, his lackeys would naturally be willing to take the fall for him.

But he didn't understand at all that truly large groups and corporations might not be involved in organized crime, but they definitely knew figures in the underworld.

In fact, some large gangs might even be supported by them.

Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to get a foothold in a place with such a complex web of relationships.

It's all part of the chain of interests!