Chapter 117: Truly a Master

Master is regarded by the red-clad girl as a godlike figure. Yet now, the arrogant man opposite boldly claims to be Master’s own teacher—his grandmaster—an assertion that stirs her fury.

The red-clad girl launched a fierce offensive, her delicate fists cutting through the air with a sharp whistle, summoned gusts of wind following each strike.

Crack! Crack!

With each crisp snap, the surrounding brush could not withstand the force and was broken off as if sliced by a blade.

Yet Chen Xian remained unmoved, standing calmly with a faint smile on his gaunt face, as if watching a child play.

"Damn it!" The red-clad girl’s anger nearly burst her lungs as she saw the young man with the crew cut smile so nonchalantly.

Summoning her full strength, she struck hard at Chen Xian’s face, determined to mar that arrogant expression.

Hum—

Suddenly, a red vortex appeared before Chen Xian’s cheek, swirling slowly and stopping the young girl’s fist, absorbing the force of her attack.

Seeing her fist seemingly land on cotton rather than flesh, she blinked in confusion.

What on earth was going on?

She was utterly baffled.

Hmph! Whatever it is, tonight I will teach this insolent brat a lesson he won’t forget!

Determined, the red-clad girl once again launched a relentless assault, her fists raining down like a storm upon Chen Xian’s body.

Chen Xian still stood there with a faint smile, letting the attacks fall upon him.

Creak—

At that moment, the stone temple’s door swung open. Out stepped Tong Yin, a silver-haired youth with a childlike face. Upon witnessing the scene, his once dull eyes widened sharply, his face filled with shock.

Seeing her master appear, the red-clad girl quickly pleaded, “Master, please help your disciple capture this shameless scoundrel! At the Jade Lottery, he used despicable means to snatch two jadeite pieces that rightfully belonged to me!”

Yet, for some reason, Master did not move.

Noticing the strange expression on her master’s face, the red-clad girl hesitated.

“Hong Gu, stop immediately!” Tong Yin shouted harshly, his expression grim.

Startled by the command, Hong Gu ceased her attack and stood several meters away from Chen Xian, eyes wide with confusion as she looked at her master.

“Master, why must I stop?” Hong Gu asked.

Tong Yin’s voice was filled with bitter disappointment. “You’ve gone beyond all bounds—daring to strike your grandmaster! Kneel at once, kowtow, admit your mistake, and beg his forgiveness!”

Hearing this, Hong Gu’s beautiful eyes widened to the size of saucers, her delicate face full of disbelief, mouth agape as if it could swallow an egg.

“What are you waiting for? Kneel and admit your fault immediately!” Tong Yin barked in anger.

Snapping back to her senses, Hong Gu trembled as she asked, “Is he… really my grandmaster?!”

“Yes, he is your grandmaster. Kneel and confess your mistake!”

Confirming Chen Xian’s identity again, Hong Gu knelt down in stunned reverence. “Grandmaster… I’m sorry. I was wrong just now. Please forgive me!”

If her master was already so formidable, how much more so must his grandmaster be?

She had unwittingly offended her grandmaster—it was like stirring a hornet’s nest, truly ill-fated!

At the same time, curiosity welled within her. Why had her master never mentioned having a grandmaster before? And why was this grandmaster so young?

Chen Xian glanced at the kneeling red-clad girl, a faint, rebellious smile playing at his lips. He reached out and patted her head gently. “To recognize one’s mistakes and correct them is the greatest virtue. Since your attitude is sincere, your grandmaster will let you off this time. Rise.”

“Thank you, Grandmaster, for your leniency,” Hong Gu said, standing up and staring fixedly at Chen Xian with curiosity shining in her eyes.

Chen Xian smiled at the girl. “Hong Gu, does your grandmaster’s face bear any scars?”

“No.”

“Then why do you keep staring at me?”

Upon hearing this, Hong Gu shifted her gaze away.

“Thank you, Master. You are magnanimous and forgiving,” Tong Yin said respectfully to Chen Xian.

Chen Xian replied, “Alright. Your disciple is my grand-disciple. How could I quarrel with a child? How is your organization coming along?”

Hong Gu muttered to herself, “I’m already eighteen—I’m an adult, not a child!”

“Master, it will be ready soon,” Tong Yin answered respectfully.

Chen Xian nodded. “Good. Continue with the preparations.”

“Yes!”

Tong Yin said this and then turned to Hong Gu. “Hong Gu, come assist.”

Not daring to refuse, Hong Gu followed along, curiosity flickering in her eyes. “Master, why are we packing up?”

“We are following your grandmaster to the Hualong Federation, to be exact, to Lingshan.”

“But aren’t we living comfortably here? The spiritual energy here is abundant and excellent for cultivation. Why move?”

“Your grandmaster says Lingshan is more suitable for our cultivation.”

“Lingshan? Is the spiritual energy there even richer than here?”

“Much richer, definitely.”

Hearing this, Hong Gu’s whole being filled with longing for Lingshan.

On Blue Star, where spiritual energy was so scarce it was nearly negligible, cultivators prized any abundant source of it.

A place rich in spiritual energy was a veritable paradise—every cultivator dreamed of such a haven.

“Master, has Grandmaster reached the Divine Realm?”

“The Divine Realm!”

Hearing her master’s answer, Hong Gu’s delicate face was once again filled with awe—she had actually seen a Divine Realm cultivator with her own eyes.

In the following days, the two began their busy preparations, while Chen Xian stood outside the stone temple, admiring the moonlight like flowing water.

…

Hualong Federation, H Province, H City International Airport.

At this moment, a plane from Longdu was descending at the airport under the night sky.

From first class stepped a sharply dressed, strikingly handsome man of Western descent, followed by a beautiful secretary carrying a briefcase and several men in black suits exuding a formidable aura.

The handsome man was none other than Xu Kang, a direct heir of the prestigious Xu family, one of the Nine Ding clans of Longdu. A smile played upon his face, radiating triumph and satisfaction.

Xu Kang had recently been promoted to head the H Province branch of the Xu family's Southern Business Division due to his excellent performance.

Few at his age held such a position in the entire Xu family. His future was boundless.

Moreover, Xu Kang would be stationed in H City for a long time, conveniently allowing him to pursue Zhang Xin.

Xu Kang emerged from the airport, where a motorcade awaited him—one black Rolls-Royce followed by ten black Mercedes.

He and the secretary entered the Rolls-Royce, while the others boarded the Mercedes. The convoy departed the airport.

At the office in H City, Xu Kang did not rest. Sitting in a luxurious executive chair, he looked at a middle-aged man with slicked-back hair and asked, “What promising business projects are there in H Province worth investing in?”

Xu Kang was eager to achieve great success and hoped to make a mark at the H Province branch, striving for higher positions in the future.

“Mr. Xu, the most worthwhile investment in H Province right now is a product called ‘Spiritual Water,’” the middle-aged man replied.