Chapter 34: The Cultivator, Wang Bo!

After leaving the unfinished building, Xiao Yu returned once more to the Tianqu Secret Group's base. He waited, anticipating an answer from the members of Tianqu Secret Group.

“Lord War God!”

Just as Xiao Yu was deep in thought, a hurried voice rang out from afar. He looked up slowly, recognizing the newcomer as Liu Mo, the steward of the Tianqu Secret Group's Fengcheng division.

“Is there news?”

Xiao Yu asked, his expression grim.

“Yes, there’s news.” Liu Mo, still catching his breath, said, “Our informant reports that today’s car accident might be connected to the Four Great Families. Last time, they launched a business war against the Ye Group, but lost due to Huayi Group’s intervention. The Four Great Families hold a prestigious status in Fengcheng and surely want to reclaim their reputation. It’s said the mastermind behind the accident is Wang Bolin, the head of the Wang Family, which leads the Four Great Families.”

“The Wang Family, Wang Bolin! Is the information reliable?” Xiao Yu asked, his brows tightly furrowed.

“It’s absolutely reliable. The source is a worker in the Wang Family who claims he overheard Wang Bolin giving instructions over the phone,” Liu Mo replied.

“If this is confirmed, then investigate all the dishonorable deeds the Wang Family has committed over the years for me. That shouldn’t be too difficult for you,” Xiao Yu said, rising slowly, his face murderous at the mention of the Wang Family.

Liu Mo nodded quickly and dispatched people to begin the investigation.

“Lord, may I ask how you plan to deal with the Wang Family?” Liu Mo inquired.

“Wang Bolin must die, and the Wang Family will be destroyed!”

A cold, killing intent radiated from Xiao Yu.

“Remember what I told you. The rest is none of your concern.”

With those words, Xiao Yu walked out of the hall, his figure gradually vanishing from Liu Mo’s sight.

Watching Xiao Yu leave, Liu Mo let out a heavy sigh. He was merely a minor steward; it was hard not to feel oppressed facing someone as powerful as Xiao Yu.

“Steward, is Lord War God really planning to wipe out the Wang Family? Isn’t he afraid this will stir up public opinion?” a member of Tianqu Secret Group asked, puzzled.

“Public opinion? Do you think a War King cares about such things? Remember, as long as your power is great enough, none of these matters will trouble you.”

“It seems this time, the Wang Family might truly disappear,” Liu Mo said calmly.

Tianqu Secret Group, after all, was the department in charge of intelligence. Less than an hour after Liu Mo issued his orders, every illegal act committed by the Wang Family had been uncovered. The stack of files placed before Liu Mo astonished even him—there were over a thousand files.

Xiao Yu, having left Tianqu Secret Group, returned to the hospital. When he entered the ward, aside from Ye Xuemei, both Ye Kai and Liu Xiangqin were nowhere to be seen. What surprised Xiao Yu was that Yao Bugui, whom he had sent back to the villa, was also present.

“Is the matter settled?” Yao Bugui was checking Ye Shihan’s pulse and asked without turning his head. He sensed Xiao Yu’s presence as soon as he approached, naturally knowing who had entered.

“There’s one thing left,” Xiao Yu said, standing beside Ye Shihan and looking at her unconscious form.

“How is she?” Xiao Yu asked, concern evident.

“Don’t worry. Half an hour ago, I gave your wife a few more acupuncture treatments. Her internal energy has stabilized. There’s no danger to her life—she’ll wake soon. But you, am I supposed to wait for my meal?” Yao Bugui grumbled.

Although Yao Bugui was already over seventy, and appeared to outsiders as a lofty, untouchable expert, before Xiao Yu and his companions he was like a mischievous old child.

“You won’t miss your meal. When Taishui returns, we’ll settle things and you can eat to your heart’s content,” Xiao Yu laughed.

Just then, Taishui’s figure appeared, walking in. Seeing Taishui’s dirty, disheveled appearance, Xiao Yu was puzzled, while Yao Bugui burst out laughing.

“Haha, Taishui, you rascal! I never thought you’d end up like this. Tell me, who was kind enough to teach you such a lesson?”

“Hmph!”

Taishui glared at Yao Bugui, then looked at Xiao Yu, his expression dark. “He got away.”

Xiao Yu’s brows knitted. He knew Taishui’s strength—among the Twelve Heavenly Descendants, he ranked in the top three. Yet someone not only escaped right under his nose, but also left him in this state. Could the opponent be a master as well?

“What happened?” Xiao Yu asked.

“A cultivator!” Taishui gritted out.

At the mention of “cultivator,” not only did Xiao Yu’s expression turn serious, even Yao Bugui, who had been mocking Taishui, became grave.

“You mean an immortal cultivator intervened? How is that possible? This is just a trivial matter in the mundane world. Why would someone like that get involved?” Yao Bugui pondered, his brows furrowed.

Xiao Yu touched his nose and said coldly, “There’s no need to speculate. We’ll go straight to the source and ask the person behind all this.”

“Big brother, you already know who’s targeting sister-in-law?” Taishui asked hurriedly.

Xiao Yu smiled, then strode out.

“Let’s go meet Fengcheng’s top family. Old Yao, I’ll leave my wife and sister-in-law to you.”

With that, Xiao Yu walked out of the room. Taishui glanced at Yao Bugui, then quickly followed.

“Those two rascals! It’s one thing to have me treat the sick, but now I’m their free bodyguard!” Yao Bugui huffed, his beard bristling with indignation.

Yunding Villa, within the Wang Family residence.

Wang Bolin’s face was radiant with joy. He was in exceptionally good spirits.

Not long ago, he had bribed a doctor at the hospital to inquire about Ye Shihan’s condition. Upon learning she was still unconscious, he could barely contain his happiness.

Given these circumstances, Ye Shihan was unable to fulfill the cooperation project with Huayi Group, which would surely terminate their partnership with the Ye Group. As the head of Fengcheng’s premier family, Wang Bolin was confident he could seize the project, which delighted him greatly.

“Father.”

At that moment, the doors to the living room swung open and in walked a handsome, upright young man, with delicate features.

“Ah, Bo’er, how did things go?” Wang Bolin asked eagerly.

“Don’t worry, father. With me on the case, nothing is impossible. Besides, it’s only assassinating a mere mortal—so easy it’s almost laughable,” Wang Bo boasted.

Arrogant though he was, Wang Bo possessed genuine skill. In his childhood, he was taken as a disciple by a wandering master and brought to the master’s sect for training. Only after arriving did he learn his master was the head of a sect, a true cultivator.

Within the sect, Wang Bo’s talent for cultivation flourished. After five years, his strength soared and he began to rival the top disciples, earning the respect of those who had trained for decades.

His master was so pleased that he entrusted his only daughter to Wang Bo, even naming him the sect’s heir.

Recently, Wang Bo, having completed his training, asked to return home to see his father. He brought along his fiancée, Gu Nishang, his master’s daughter, and ten fellow disciples, descending from the mountain to Fengcheng.

Seeing his long-absent son, Wang Bolin was overjoyed. Upon learning Wang Bo had become a legendary cultivator, he praised his ancestors and counted himself blessed.

“Where are Nishang and my fellow disciples?” Wang Bo asked, noticing only Wang Bolin in the house.

“You know how it is. It’s their first time leaving the sect and entering the mundane world, of course they’re out enjoying themselves. I expect they’ll be back soon,” Wang Bolin replied, smiling.

As he finished speaking, laughter echoed from outside, and a dozen figures entered.

“Bo, you’re back!”

A young woman in a floral dress, looking every bit like a descending fairy, called out joyfully, then threw herself into Wang Bo’s arms. She was Gu Nishang, his fiancée and his master’s daughter.

“Did you have fun?”

Wang Bo stroked Gu Nishang’s silky hair, smiling lovingly.

“Mm-hmm. Look, this is my new dress. Do you like it?” Gu Nishang spun in place, showing off her outfit.

“Beautiful. My wife looks good in anything,” Wang Bo said, then whispered in her ear, “But I like it best when you wear nothing.” He burst out laughing.

Gu Nishang blushed, lowering her head in embarrassment.

Wang Bolin, seeing their affection, laughed heartily. “You’ve all been out all day—you must be hungry. I’ve had the servants prepare food and drink. It’ll be ready soon.”

The group responded politely, bowing to Wang Bolin.

“Eat well, eat your fill, so you’ll have strength to be sent on your way!”

A discordant voice rang out, drawing everyone’s attention in anger toward the speaker.

The man who spoke was none other than Xiao Yu!