《Peerless Expert on Mortal Streets》


 Descent of Expert

    In the middle of the mountains, a young man named Xuen Ye, dressed in simple attire with striking black hair and deep, dark eyes, gazed at the sky. He turned to an elderly man, who despite his advanced age, exuded a youthful energy.


    Xuen Ye questioned, "Master, are you certain? You want me to return to the mortal world?"


    The old man responded, "Xuen Ye, the time has come for you to venture out on your own. I have trained you well, and now you must forge your own path and learn from the world itself."


    With a gentle smile, Xuen Ye expressed his gratitude, "Thank you for everything, Master."


    The old man, with a hint of sorrow in his smile, walked towards a small cottage and imparted some final words of wisdom, "Remember, as my disciple, you must never bow to anyone or serve under another. You are destined to lead and stand above all."Support creative writers by reading their stories on Royal Road, not stolen versions.


    Xuen Ye knelt in respect, then set off towards the mortal world, a place he had left a decade ago. He was both excited and curious about the changes he would encounter.


    Upon his arrival, he was astonished by the transformation of the world. Skyscrapers towered over bustling streets filled with people. He whispered to himself, "I am here. It''s my time to shine."


    Recalling a letter and an address given by his master, he sought out the Lin family, whom his master had mentioned as acquaintances in the secular world. He was instructed to assist them if needed, but always maintain his dignity.


    As he wandered, he encountered a strikingly beautiful girl with pink hair and brown eyes, dressed in a red top and a tight black skirt. Despite her plea for help, Xuen Ye chose not to involve himself, adhering to his master''s advice to avoid unnecessary problems.


    The girl, frustrated by his refusal, accused him of cowardice. Xuen Ye, unfazed, continued on his way. However, he was soon confronted by a group of men who mistakenly associated him with the girl. With just a glance, Xuen Ye intimidated them into retreat, leaving everyone around in shock. Without a word, he departed, leaving the onlookers bewildered by the mysterious encounter.

 Chapter 2: Lin Family

    Upon entering the room, Xuen immediately grasped the situation. Lin Hei, the son of Lin Hao and father of Lin Quirong, was afflicted by a mysterious ailment. While others were baffled, Xuen recognized it as qi deviation. Lin Hei, a peak martial expert in the mortal world, had unknowingly dabbled in low-tier cultivation techniques taught by fraudulent masters, unaware of true cultivation practices.


    Xuen approached the bed and placed his hand on Lin Hei''s forehead. Lin Quirong, startled, exclaimed, "What are you doing?!" Lin Hao, equally alarmed, demanded, "Stop! Do not touch him!" Unfazed, Xuen calmly replied, "I can save him. Do not worry."


    Lin Hao retorted, "How can you save him? Even the finest physicians from the provincial capital were powerless." Lin Quirong added threateningly, "Stop this nonsense, or I will kill you." At this, Xuen''s gaze sharpened, radiating an intimidating aura reminiscent of his confrontation with the Song family. Lin Hao was stunned, realizing the young man before him possessed an extraordinary presence.


    Using voice transmission, Xuen addressed Lin Hao privately, "Elder Lin, I am here under my master''s orders to assist your family. I am a disciple of the Sacred Mountain, a student of Old Master Xuen. Keep this confidential; no one else must know for now." Lin Hao, the only one aware of Old Master Xuen''s true identity, was reassured, while Lin Hei and Lin Quirong remained oblivious.


    Lin Quirong, still defiant, warned, "How dare you use your power to intimidate us! We have martial artists who can crush you." Lin Hao intervened, silencing his granddaughter, "Quirong, enough. He can save your father. No one his age possesses such composure and aura." Lin Quirong, taken aback by her grandfather''s rare praise, reluctantly relented.


    Xuen placed his hand on Lin Hei''s forehead once more, channeling his qi into Lin Hei''s dantian. He stabilized the chaotic qi, preventing Lin Hei''s inner demon from awakening. Slowly, Lin Hei regained consciousness, astonishing everyone in the room. Lin Hei, bedridden for five months, had awoken with a single touch from this enigmatic young man. Lin Hao, realizing Xuen''s true lineage, thought to himself, *Of course, he is that man''s disciple.*


    Xuen further refined Lin Hei''s dantian, elevating him from the peak martial expert stage to the low-level martial master stage¡ªa monumental breakthrough. The room erupted in awe, as the existence of a martial master was revered in the mortal world, though to Xuen, such masters were insignificant.


    Lin Hao bowed deeply, "Young Master Xuen, we are eternally grateful for your aid in elevating my son to the master level. The Lin family will never forget this kindness." Xuen handed Lin Hei a martial arts manual, stating, "From now on, practice these techniques. This is a beginner-level manual my master entrusted to me." The Lin family was astounded; the manual contained top-tier martial arts, yet Xuen dismissed it as mere basics.


    Lin Hao presented Xuen with his personal VIP card as a token of gratitude. Xuen accepted it graciously, saying, "It was nothing. I merely fulfilled my duty." Meanwhile, Lin Quirong, standing in the corner, was consumed by curiosity about Xuen''s true identity. Though she longed to inquire, she deemed it inappropriate at the moment.


    The Lin family hosted Xuen for dinner, treating him with the utmost respect and offering him the finest room in their estate, as if he were the master of the house.


    Every night before bed, Xuen diligently engages in his usual practice. Meanwhile, Lin Quirong, driven by curiosity about Xuen, decides to sneak a peek into his room. However, in her clumsiness, she accidentally opens the door and finds Xuen meditating in the nude. Blushing furiously, she exclaims, "Xuen, you pervert!" and storms off in anger.Unauthorized use: this story is on Amazon without permission from the author. Report any sightings.


    Xuen, left bewildered, ponders, "What''s her problem? She''s the one who intruded. Shouldn''t I be the one who''s upset?"


    The next morning, Quirong is still embarrassed by her actions. Deep down, she knows she was in the wrong, but her pride prevents her from admitting it. She brusquely demands of Xuen, "Come shopping with me today."


    Xuen responds, "Why should I?"


    Quirong insists, "You owe me an apology for yesterday," and drags him out by the arm.


    As they walk, Quirong notices Xuen''s attire¡ªtraditional Chinese clothing that is worn and outdated. She feels a pang of sadness and curiosity, wondering why someone with his skills lives in such modesty. She suggests, "Let''s get you some new clothes. You can''t walk around with me in such old, tattered garments."


    Xuen replies, "Huh? Old man Hao said the same thing. But these clothes are not old; my master gave them to me just two years ago. He even got me two pairs that year."


    Quirong is shocked and remarks, "Was your master a cheapskate?"


    Xuen, aware of his master''s frugality but adhering to the cultivator''s disregard for material possessions, changes the subject, "How do I use this card? Your grandfather mentioned I could withdraw money with it."


    Realizing the extent of Xuen''s detachment from modern conveniences, Quirong resigns, "I''ll teach you, you mountain hermit." She proceeds to buy him a variety of clothes and essentials, also educating him about the modern world. Xuen, familiar with these concepts in theory but not in practice, appreciates the guidance. Quirong even gifts him the latest smartphone.


    Grateful, Xuen thanks Quirong and prepares to return home.


    They were strolling leisurely towards the street when Xuen suddenly caught sight of a place that seemed oddly familiar. He halted and gazed at an aged, dilapidated building¡ªa large, abandoned villa. Quirong noticed his pause and inquired, "What''s wrong?"


    Xuen replied, "Nothing, let''s keep going."


    Though he dismissed it, Xuen knew that villa all too well. It was his family''s ancestral home. He hailed from the Zhao family and had once lived there with his parents and sister. His father had been a prominent businessman in the area a decade ago, a time when the Lin family had not yet settled in the city.


    Xuen recalled the tragic accident that had befallen his family while they were returning from a picnic. He had survived only because his master had taken him away for training. He had never discovered whether his parents had survived, but seeing the villa in such a state led him to believe they were gone.


    Upon returning home, Quirong asked Xuen, "You''ve been quiet the entire way back. What''s on your mind?"


    Xuen gently placed his hand on Quirong''s head and smiled. "It''s nothing."


    Quirong, embarrassed and blushing, replied, "If it''s nothing, then I''ll be going," and blinked at him.


    Xuen pushed aside his sorrow and dedicated himself to practice. His master had told him that reaching the next realm would be arduous, requiring him to forge his own path and sever all emotional ties. He trained tirelessly through the night.


    The following morning, Lin Hao approached him. "Master Xuen, we''ve been invited to a party tonight by the Song family. They want to apologize for what happened to Quirong. Would you like to join?"


    Having no other plans, Xuen agreed. "I''ll see you tonight," he replied. He then ventured into town in search of items imbued with spiritual aura to aid his cultivation. The mortal world had advanced, but its inhabitants had forgotten the truths of cultivation, relying instead on science.


    In a secluded corner of the suburbs, he stumbled upon an old shop. "Is anyone here?" he called out.


    An elderly shopkeeper, without looking up, responded, "Take a look around yourself."


    Xuen was taken aback by the shopkeeper''s indifference. Did he not want to make a sale? His eyes were soon drawn to a statue of an ancient Buddha, radiating a powerful aura. "How much for this?" he asked.


    The shopkeeper replied, "100,000 yuan."


    Xuen, who carried a card worth 500,000 yuan, handed it over and selected several other items, each possessing varying degrees of spiritual energy. The shopkeeper watched with interest as Xuen picked out the aura-rich items.


    As Xuen left the shop, the old man muttered to someone, though the shop appeared empty. "Did you see that boy? Fascinating. He''s no ordinary martial artist. He''s already reached that realm."


    A voice emerged from the shadows. "Indeed. He might be from one of the hidden sects or a disciple of those ancient masters."


    The shopkeeper chuckled. "Haha, the secular world is about to become quite interesting."

 Chapter 3: Crisis in Party

    Xuen left the shop, and it was nearly time for the prestigious Song Family party. Having spent all his money on medicine, Xuen arrived at the venue dressed casually, wearing trousers, a thin outer layer, and a T-shirt, having traveled there by bus. As he approached the entrance, everyone was utterly shocked. It was unprecedented for someone to attend such a high-end event in such informal attire.


    Whispers and gossip quickly spread among the guests. When Xuen attempted to enter, a guard stopped him, asking, "Excuse me, sir! May I ask who you are? Do you have an invitation?" Xuen, taken aback by the guard''s direct question, replied calmly, "I was invited by Old Hao." The crowd was stunned¡ªcould this seemingly ordinary young man truly have been invited by the esteemed Lin Hao?


    Xuen, undeterred, tried to enter again, stating, "If there¡¯s nothing else, I¡¯ll proceed inside." The guard and the onlookers hesitated, unsure of how to react. His casual mention of Lin Hao made them question whether he might be a person of significant importance, perhaps a powerful figure disguised in humble clothing.


    Xuen eventually made his way into the party, which was a lavish affair. The venue was adorned with opulent decor, and the tables were filled with expensive wines, fine spirits, and luxurious delicacies. The grandeur of the event stood in stark contrast to Xuen''s simple appearance, yet he carried himself with an air of quiet confidence.


    Xuen, who had been quietly observing the scene while eating, felt an inexplicable surge of emotions¡ªsorrow and anger¡ªas he watched a confrontation unfold. A man, Song Hu from the influential Song family, was berating a young, beautiful waitress with black hair, accusing her of ruining his expensive suit. The girl, apologetic yet defiant, insisted that Song Hu had bumped into her. Enraged, Song Hu slapped her and demanded she either pay for the suit or lose her job. When she confessed she couldn¡¯t afford the exorbitant sum, Song Hu callously suggested she spend the night with him instead.


    Xuen, though usually indifferent to others'' affairs, felt a strange, unsettling connection to the girl. Before he could act, Lin Quirong, a member of the Lin family, intervened. She chastised Song Hu for his vile behavior, pointing out that the girl was underage and condemning the Song family¡¯s moral decay. Song Hu, initially backing down, insisted the girl still owed him 100,000 yuan. When Quirong slapped him in response, Song Hu, furious and emboldened by his family¡¯s status, ordered his guards to capture her.


    At that moment, Lin Hao, Quirong¡¯s grandfather and a formidable figure, arrived and confronted Song Hu, forcing him to retreat. Song Hu¡¯s father, Song Wei, attempted to smooth things over, apologizing to Lin Hao but still demanding compensation from the waitress. As the guards moved to seize her, Xuen, overcome with rage, intervened with lethal force, killing one guard instantly. When questioned about his identity, Xuen cryptically replied, ¡°I am someone who loves cake,¡± as he casually continued eating.


    The remaining guards attacked Xuen but were swiftly incapacitated. The situation escalated further when Song family¡¯s elite elder, Li Xu Mo, a peak martial expert, confronted Xuen, demanding he kneel and apologize. Lin Hao, however, stepped in to defend Xuen, declaring him a special guest of the Lin family. The crowd was stunned, as no one knew who Xuen was or why he had taken such a bold stand.The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation.


    Xuen approached the waitress, who was trembling on the floor, and helped her up. As he did so, he recognized her¡ªshe was his long-lost sister, Zhao Linn¡¯er. Her familiar face and a small mole on her neck confirmed her identity. Overwhelmed with joy and sadness, Xuen discreetly arranged for Lin family members to escort her to safety, keeping his revelation to himself for the time being.


    The Lin family, though puzzled by Xuen¡¯s actions, stood by him, while the crowd remained in shock, unaware of the deeper connection between Xuen and the waitress. The incident had not only exposed the Song family¡¯s corruption but also revealed Xuen¡¯s hidden past and the emotional turmoil he had long suppressed.


    As the tension in the room began to settle, the Lin family attempted to broker peace, but the Song family demanded an apology from Xuen. Lin Hao, however, firmly rejected their demand, stating, "I cannot compel Xuen to apologize. He is someone I regard as superior to myself. How could I possibly dictate his actions?" His declaration left the attendees in stunned silence, their minds reeling at the implications of his words.


    Xuen, calm and unyielding, stepped forward to face Li Xu Mo, the Song family¡¯s peak martial expert. "You want me to apologize?" he asked boldly, his tone dripping with defiance. Enraged, Li Xu Mo launched a furious attack, but Xuen merely raised a finger and pointed at him. In an instant, Li Xu Mo collapsed, lifeless, without even a chance to resist. The room erupted in gasps of horror and disbelief. A peak martial expert, a figure of immense power, had been extinguished like a candle flame. Was this some kind of nightmare?


    Without hesitation, Xuen turned his attention to Song Hu. "You wanted that girl to spend the night with you," He stated coldly. Song Hu, trembling in terror, stammered, "Sorry, I¡¯m sorry! I didn¡¯t¡ª" But before he could finish, Xuen ended his life with a single, effortless motion. Song Wei, Song Hu¡¯s father, met the same fate moments later. Three pivotal members of the Song family had been obliterated as if they were nothing more than insects. The onlookers were paralyzed with fear, their minds struggling to comprehend the sheer magnitude of Xuen¡¯s power.


    While the crowd assumed Xuen was a Martial Master, only Lin Hao knew the truth: even a Martial Master would be insignificant before Xuen¡¯s might. As the atmosphere grew increasingly tense, guests began to quietly slip away, their hearts heavy with fear and confusion.


    Once the room had cleared, Lin Hao approached Xuen, his voice filled with curiosity. "Why did you go to such lengths to protect that waitress? Do you have feelings for her?"


    Xuen¡¯s response was simple yet profound. "Who wouldn¡¯t protect their own little sister?"


    Lin Hao and Lin Quirong were stunned. Quirong, her voice tinged with disbelief, asked, "Sister? But you two acted like strangers."


    Xuen then revealed his past, explaining how he had once been a member of the Zhao family, a family lost to tragedy. He had believed himself to be the sole survivor, only to discover that his sister, Zhao Linn¡¯er, was still alive. "It¡¯s been ten years," Xuen said, his voice heavy with emotion. "She was only seven years old back then. How could she recognize me now? But I knew it was her¡ªher resemblance, the unease I felt when she was hurt, and the mole on her neck confirmed it."


    Quirong, her curiosity piqued, asked, "If you were alive all this time, where have you been for the past decade?" Lin Hao, however, gently intervened, sensing the weight of Xuen¡¯s emotions. "Quirong, no more questions. This is difficult for him." He alone knew of Xuen¡¯s connection to the enigmatic master within the Lin family.


    Quirong nodded in understanding, and the group returned to the Lin family estate. As the night drew to a close, Quirong bid Xuen goodnight, her voice soft and sincere. "Good night, Xuen. Sleep well."


    Xuen, his tone equally gentle, replied, "You too."


    The night settled over the estate, but the events of the evening lingered in the air, a harbinger of the profound changes yet to come.

 Chapter 4: New Beginning

    The first rays of dawn crept through the window, gently brushing against Xuen Ye''s face as he stirred from his meditative state. Though he had spent the night training in his bed rather than sleeping, his body and mind felt refreshed, attuned to the subtle energies of the world around him. Slowly, he opened his eyes, the soft light of morning greeting him. "Ah, it''s already morning," he murmured to himself, stretching lightly. "Time to start the day."


    As he made his way to the dining hall, his thoughts wandered. Since returning to the city, much had happened¡ªevents that had reshaped the lives of those around him. The Song family''s business had crumbled, and the balance of power in the city had shifted. Yet, for Xuen, the question remained: what was his purpose here now? He decided to seek guidance from Old Lin Hao, the patriarch of the Lin family, who had always been a source of wisdom.


    Entering the dining hall, he was greeted by Lin Quirong, her voice polite yet carrying a hint of warmth. "Good morning, Xuen. You''re late today. Come, join me for breakfast."


    Xuen nodded and took his seat at the table. The meal was a quiet affair, the clinking of utensils against porcelain the only sound breaking the silence. It was Lin Hao who eventually spoke, his tone respectful yet firm. "Master Xuen, it must be uncomfortable for you to stay here indefinitely. You''ve done so much for our family since your return¡ªsaved us from ruin, even healed Quirong''s father when he was on the brink of death. As a token of our gratitude, I would like to offer you the Quirong Villa. It''s located on the east coast of the city, a place of tranquility, perfect for a martial artist like you to cultivate in peace."


    Xuen considered the offer. While he appreciated the hospitality of the Lin family, he had indeed begun to feel the weight of living under someone else''s roof. The villa, with its serene environment, seemed like an ideal retreat. "Thank you, Old Lin," he said, accepting the gesture with a nod. "I will accept your generous gift."


    However, Quirong''s voice cut through the air, her tone a mix of surprise and protest. "Grandpa, that villa was named after me. You always said it belonged to me." Her words were polite, but the underlying emotion was clear¡ªshe didn''t want Xuen to leave. Though she didn''t fully understand the depth of Xuen''s abilities or the life he had led as a disciple of a heavenly master, she had grown attached to his presence.


    Lin Hao sighed, his expression softening as he addressed his granddaughter. "Quirong, how can you say that? Master Xuen has done so much for us. He saved your father''s life. It''s just one villa¡ªyou can have others. This is a small token of our gratitude."


    Quirong opened her mouth to argue further, but Xuen gently interrupted her. "It''s alright," he said, his voice calm and reassuring. "I only need a peaceful place to cultivate. You''re welcome to visit and stay whenever you like. I don''t mind."


    Her eyes lit up at his words, a smile spreading across her face. "Really? Then I''ll be your guest," she said, her earlier disappointment replaced by excitement.


    With the matter settled, Lin Hao handed Xuen the deed and keys to the Quirong Villa. The weight of the keys in his hand felt symbolic, a new chapter beginning in his life. The villa, perched on the east coast, promised solitude and a connection to nature¡ªa perfect sanctuary for a martial artist seeking to deepen his cultivation.


    The engine hummed softly as Xuen leaned back in the passenger seat, his gaze drifting out the window. The cityscape blurred past, a mosaic of lights and shadows. Quirong¡¯s fingers tapped rhythmically on the steering wheel, her expression calm but her eyes sharp, always calculating. The narrative has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.


    ¡°I¡¯ll go get my car, and then we¡¯ll head to your new villa,¡± Xuen had said earlier, his tone casual, as if the villa were just another stop on their endless journey. Quirong had nodded, already one step ahead. She had brought her own car, sleek and efficient, just like her. Now, they were on the road, the silence between them comfortable but charged with unspoken words.


    As they drove, Quirong¡¯s voice broke the quiet. ¡°By the way, Xuen,¡± she began, her tone light but with a hint of something deeper, ¡°you never changed the name of the villa, did you?¡± Her lips curved into a faint pout, a playful gesture that masked her curiosity.


    Xuen shrugged, his expression indifferent. ¡°Don¡¯t worry. I never cared about things like that.¡±


    Quirong¡¯s eyes flicked toward him, studying his face for a moment. ¡°Is there anything you *do* care about?¡± she asked, her voice softer now, almost probing.


    The question hung in the air, and for a moment, Xuen¡¯s mind drifted. He thought of the party last night, the woman he had met¡ªhis sister. The memory was sharp, vivid. He hadn¡¯t told her who he was, couldn¡¯t bring himself to do it. But now, the weight of that unspoken truth pressed on him. He needed to know more about her, to understand her life, her world.


    His face grew serious, the playful banter fading. ¡°Hey,¡± he said, turning to Quirong, ¡°can you send someone to investigate my sister? Find out where she¡¯s living, how she¡¯s doing¡­ things like that.¡±


    Quirong didn¡¯t hesitate. ¡°Okay,¡± she replied smoothly. ¡°I¡¯ll tell Brother Tiger to handle it.¡±


    Xuen raised an eyebrow, curiosity flickering in his eyes. ¡°Brother Tiger? Who¡¯s that?¡±


    Quirong¡¯s lips twitched into a small smile. ¡°He¡¯s one of our family¡¯s men. Works underground. A bit dumb, but he¡¯s got a big gang and runs some bars and karaoke places. Reliable, in his own way.¡±


    Xuen nodded, absorbing the information. His mind was already elsewhere, though, the monotony of the car ride beginning to wear on him. ¡°How far is the villa?¡± he asked, his tone bored.


    ¡°Almost there,¡± Quirong replied, her eyes fixed on the road ahead. The city was fading now, giving way to quieter streets and the promise of something new. The villa awaited, a silent witness to the unfolding drama of their lives.


    The car came to a smooth halt, the tires crunching lightly against the gravel driveway. Xuen stepped out, stretching his limbs after the nearly hour-long drive. The air here was different¡ªcleaner, quieter, carrying a faint scent of pine and earth. He took a deep breath, feeling a sense of relief wash over him.


    ¡°Here we are,¡± Quirong announced, her voice tinged with satisfaction as she joined him outside. ¡°Finally reached.¡±


    Xuen¡¯s eyes swept over the property before him. The villa stood elegantly, its architecture a blend of modern luxury and timeless tradition. The surroundings were serene, the kind of peace that money couldn¡¯t easily buy. ¡°So this is Quirong Villa,¡± he murmured, a hint of admiration in his tone. ¡°Peaceful, beautifully decorated¡­ not too big, not too small. Perfect for me.¡±


    Quirong smiled faintly, her pride evident. ¡°Glad you like it,¡± she said. ¡°It cost 150 million yuan, you know. The most expensive in Shenzhen. Even in a provincial capital, it would be considered top tier.¡±


    Xuen shrugged, his expression indifferent. Money had never been something he concerned himself with. ¡°Well, okay then,¡± he said, shifting the topic. ¡°Let¡¯s head inside.¡±


    Together, they stepped into the villa. The interior was nothing short of breathtaking. The living room was spacious, adorned with ancient antiques and rare treasures that spoke of a rich, storied history. The decor was tasteful, every piece carefully chosen to exude both opulence and refinement. The villa boasted seven bedrooms, each designed with comfort and luxury in mind, and a kitchen that could rival those of five-star restaurants.


    Out back, the yard was a haven of relaxation. A barbecue area stood ready for gatherings, and a cozy spot for evening drinks under the stars. But the true gem lay hidden beneath the surface¡ªan underground bar, sleek and intimate, perfect for unwinding in style. The villa itself was nestled in the heart of a hill, its location imbued with a natural energy that seemed almost palpable, an ideal setting for cultivation.


    As Xuen took it all in, he couldn¡¯t help but feel a sense of belonging. This place, with its perfect balance of luxury and tranquility, felt like it had been waiting for him. Quirong watched him quietly, her gaze knowing. She had chosen this place with care, and now, seeing his reaction, she knew it had been worth every penny.

 Chapter 5: Wherever I Go, Trouble Follows

    After exploring the new villa, Xuen Ye retreated to his room for his customary cultivation session. Meanwhile, Lin Quirong chose a room adjacent to Xuen''s.


    Several hours passed, and night had fallen. Xuen, having completed his practice, descended the stairs to find Quirong waiting.


    "Why are you always late for dinner? Hurry up!" Quirong exclaimed impatiently.


    Xuen, without a word, joined her at the table and they ate together in silence.


    Once the meal was finished, Quirong handed Xuen a card, saying, "Xuen, this card has 10 million yuan, given to you by my grandfather. He thought you might need some funds for now, so feel free to use it. If you run out, just ask for more."


    Though Xuen was reluctant to accept too many favors, he took the card, deciding it would be useful for the time being.


    Turning to Quirong, Xuen asked, "Can you take me somewhere to buy a car?"


    Quirong nodded, "Oh, of course. You really should have one. It''s difficult to get around now that you''ve moved so far out. Let me take you to Shen Car Dealers. The Shen family are good friends of ours, and you''ll be able to find a quality car there."


    Xuen gave a silent nod of agreement. "Let''s go, then," he said, ready to depart.


    Xuen and Quirong made their way to the car dealership, a grand establishment adorned with an array of luxurious vehicles. As they arrived, Quirong instructed Xuen, "Wait here, I''ll be back after parking the car." Xuen stood silently, his gaze fixed on a particularly opulent SUV. Suddenly, a portly man in a suit approached him with a condescending tone.


    "Hey, you can look, but don''t touch. That''s the most expensive SUV we have here," the man sneered.


    Xuen, his eyes narrowing, retorted sharply, "Who the hell are you?"


    The man puffed out his chest with pride. "I am Manager Jiang of Shen Dealership."


    Xuen''s voice turned icy. "Is this how a manager speaks to a client?"


    Another voice chimed in, dripping with mockery. "A client? Hahaha! I''ve never seen someone so poorly dressed claim to be a client for the most expensive SUV."


    Manager Jiang joined in the laughter. "You''re right, Young Master Dong. This kid must have started drinking too early today."


    The manager continued, gesturing to the young man beside him, "This is Young Master Dong, one of our regulars, and this is his girlfriend, Xia Mei. Only people like them can afford such a car."


    Xuen, already irritated by the unwarranted insults, could no longer contain his anger. In a flash, he slapped Manager Jiang across the face. The manager staggered back in shock, shouting, "What the hell are you doing? Guards, take him down and call the police!"


    The guards swiftly surrounded Xuen, ready to attack. Xuen, however, remained calm, his movements almost imperceptible as he effortlessly dispatched each guard with lightning speed. The scene felt eerily familiar to him, as if he had lived it before.


    Manager Jiang, now trembling with fear, stammered, "Stop! You can''t touch me or Young Master Dong! This is the Shen family''s territory!"


    Xuen, undeterred, delivered another sharp slap to the manager''s face, his voice cold and commanding. "Say it again. Can I slap you or not? Huh? Tell me, you fat fool. Can I slap you or not? Do you realize I could reduce this dealership to ashes with just my hand?"


    Young Master Dong, witnessing the scene unfold, began to regret his earlier mockery. He stood frozen, unsure of how to react.


    At that moment, Quirong rushed over, her voice filled with concern. "Xuen, what happened?"


    Xuen explained the situation, his tone calm but laced with frustration. Quirong''s expression darkened as she turned to Manager Jiang and Young Master Dong. "You dared to insult an honored guest of the Lin family? Has the Dong family suddenly become so powerful that they can disrespect us?"


    Young Master Dong lowered his head, visibly shaken by the revelation that Xuen was connected to the Lin family. Manager Jiang, now on his knees, begged for forgiveness, his earlier arrogance replaced by sheer terror.Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings.


    Xuen, weary of the unnecessary drama, decided to let the matter rest. He turned his attention back to the SUV, intending to purchase it himself. However, Quirong intervened, her voice soft but firm. "Xuen, keep your money for the future. I''ll buy this car for you."


    Xuen hesitated, his pride surfacing. "I can''t accept too many favors from the Lin family."


    Quirong blushed slightly, her gaze softening. "No, I mean... I wanted to buy it for you on my own."


    Xuen, understanding her intentions, felt a pang of reluctance to reject her outright. His cold demeanor and years of isolation had left him unaccustomed to such gestures, especially from a woman. Unable to bring himself to hurt her feelings, he nodded in acceptance, though his heart remained guarded.


    After the tumultuous events at the dealership, Xuen instructed the staff to deliver his newly purchased car to Quirong''s villa by the following day. With the matter settled, Quirong and Xuen made their way to the parking lot and entered Quirong''s car.


    As they drove through the city, Xuen remained silent, lost in thought. Quirong, sensing the weight of the day, broke the silence. "Xuen, I''ve gathered all the information about your sister," she said softly.


    Xuen''s eyes widened in surprise, his voice urgent. "Tell me everything. Don''t leave out a single detail."


    Quirong began to explain, her tone measured and compassionate. "Your sister, Zhao Linn¡¯er, was rescued by the police after the car accident and taken to the hospital. She sustained minor injuries but suffered severe mental trauma. After losing your family, she couldn''t bear to stay in the Zhao family home alone, so she was placed in a government-run orphanage until she turned 16."


    Xuen interrupted, his voice tinged with frustration. "What about the Zhao family''s property and business? We were the wealthiest family in Shenzhen before."


    Quirong sighed, her expression somber. "All of the Zhao family''s assets were seized by the Li family, who pressured other influential families in Shenzhen to comply. Your sister lived in poverty after that. She left the orphanage at 16 and took on various odd jobs to pay for her high school tuition. Now, at 17, she is studying at a school founded by the Lin Family Foundation."


    Hearing this, Xuen was overwhelmed with a mix of sorrow and anger. He felt a deep sense of guilt for not being there for his sister during those difficult years. Now that he had returned, he resolved to muster the courage to explain everything that had happened over the past decade. He asked Quirong to arrange for his sister to live with them at her villa, hoping to provide her with the stability and care she had been denied for so long.


    To relieve the stress of the day, Xuen decided to visit a bar, bidding Quirong farewell for the evening. Quirong, in turn, headed to the Lin Family estate to attend to her own responsibilities. The weight of the past and the challenges of the present lingered in the air, but Xuen was determined to face them head-on, one step at a time.


    In the dimly lit ambiance of the bar, Xuen sat quietly, nursing a bottle of whiskey. His eyes scanned the room until they landed on a familiar figure¡ªhis sister, Zhao Linn¡¯er, working as a waitress. Though she recognized him as the man who had saved her at the Song Family party, she remained unaware of their blood ties. Xuen called her over, his voice tinged with concern.


    ¡°Why are you working here?¡± he asked, his tone firm yet gentle.


    She smiled faintly, replying, ¡°I¡¯ve always worked here and there.¡±


    Their conversation was interrupted by a crude voice from a nearby table. ¡°Hey, little girl, come join us for a drink. I¡¯ve already cleared it with your manager,¡± a man sneered, addressing Linn¡¯er.


    Without a moment¡¯s hesitation, Xuen¡¯s rage erupted. He stormed over and delivered a fatal blow to the man, silencing him forever. The bar fell into stunned silence, the air thick with tension.


    The manager, visibly shaken, shouted, ¡°What the hell are you doing? You¡¯ve killed someone in Brother Tiger¡¯s bar! Do you have any idea what you¡¯ve done?¡±


    Xuen, his fury unabated, slapped the manager across the face. ¡°You¡¯re the one who agreed to sell her to that filth,¡± he growled.


    The manager stammered, ¡°Sell her? I only told her to have a drink with him! Do you even know who you¡¯ve killed? That man was part of Brother Tiger¡¯s gang. You¡¯re a dead man!¡±


    Xuen¡¯s anger intensified. ¡°You have fifteen minutes. Call Brother Tiger or whoever you need. Tell him to come here.¡±


    The manager, with a sly grin, made the call. ¡°Brother Tiger, you need to come immediately. It¡¯s urgent.¡±


    As Xuen slapped the manager again, he mused to himself about having slapped two managers in one day.


    Suddenly, the door burst open, and in walked Brother Tiger and Brother Ba, the formidable leaders of Shenzhen¡¯s underworld. The crowd parted nervously as they approached.


    ¡°Who¡¯s causing trouble here?¡± Brother Ba demanded, his voice dripping with menace.


    Xuen stepped forward, unflinching. ¡°I¡¯m the one causing trouble. Got a problem with that?¡±


    Brother Ba sneered, ¡°Do you know who I am? I could kill you and feed you to the fish, kid.¡±


    Brother Tiger, however, seemed more composed. ¡°I¡¯ll forgive you today because I¡¯m in a good mood. Lady Quirong praised me earlier,¡± he said, attempting to de-escalate the situation.


    But Xuen was not appeased. ¡°That man insulted her and tried to force her to drink with him,¡± he said, pointing to Linn¡¯er.


    Brother Ba¡¯s temper flared. ¡°How dare you!¡± he roared, lunging at Xuen.


    In one swift motion, Xuen slapped Brother Ba, sending him flying across the room. The crowd gasped in disbelief.


    Brother Tiger stepped forward, his men closing in. The manager urged him to kill Xuen, but to everyone¡¯s astonishment, Brother Tiger knelt before the young man and apologized profusely.


    The room was in shock. How could the mighty Brother Tiger bow to this stranger?


    It was then that Brother Tiger recognized Linn¡¯er as the girl Lady Quirong had tasked him to protect. Realizing Xuen¡¯s true identity¡ªthe man who had aided the Lin family and dismantled the Song family¡ªhe ordered his men to apologize and explained Xuen¡¯s significance.


    The bar fell into a hushed silence as Xuen, his authority now unquestioned, instructed Brother Tiger to meet him the next day at Lady Quirong¡¯s villa. He then left with Linn¡¯er in tow.


    As they walked, Linn¡¯er teased him, ¡°Big brother, who are you? Why do you always help me? Are you interested in me?¡±


    Xuen knocked her head lightly, his tone exasperated. ¡°Shut up, kid. You shouldn¡¯t be working in a bar.¡±


    She sighed, her voice softening. ¡°I need to work to pay my fees. I don¡¯t have a family. They died when I was seven. I barely remember them.¡±


    Xuen¡¯s heart ached, but he still couldn¡¯t bring himself to reveal the truth. Instead, he said, ¡°Come live with me. You don¡¯t need to work here anymore.¡±


    Linn¡¯er was taken aback. ¡°Live with you? What do you mean? I¡¯m not that kind of girl.¡±


    Xuen sighed, knocking her head again. ¡°You kids these days only think of the worst. I¡¯m offering you a place to stay. If you need work, I¡¯ll find you something. Your college is nearby anyway.¡±


    After a moment of contemplation, Linn¡¯er agreed. There was something about Xuen that felt familiar, a lingering sense of safety and warmth she hadn¡¯t felt in years.


    And so, the two walked into the night, their fates intertwined once more, bound by blood and a shared past neither had fully uncovered.

 Chapter 6: A Challenge

    After Linn¡¯er and Xuen arrived at their villa, Xuen turned to her with a warm smile. ¡°Linn¡¯er, feel free to choose any room you like,¡± he offered generously.


    Linn¡¯er, her eyes sparkling with gratitude, replied, ¡°Thank you, Sir. I¡¯m truly happy. But tell me, what work will I be doing here?¡±


    Xuen shook his head gently. ¡°Don¡¯t call me ¡®Sir.¡¯ Call me ¡®brother.¡¯ As for your work, I¡¯d like you to help me manage medicines. Here,¡± he said, handing her an ancient alchemy manual, its pages weathered with time, ¡°this is an old alchemy book given to me by our former master. Study it thoroughly and memorize as much as you can about the medicines.¡±


    Linn¡¯er tilted her head slightly, curiosity evident in her expression. ¡°What exactly do I need to study?¡±


    Xuen hesitated, caught in a delicate balance. He couldn¡¯t reveal to her that she was his sister, nor could he burden her with menial tasks. Instead, he decided that alchemy would be a suitable pursuit for her. After all, it was a field he had never excelled in, having neglected it during his own training.


    ¡°Just study for now and get some rest,¡± Xuen said, his tone gentle yet firm. ¡°I¡¯ll retire for the night as well.¡±


    Linn¡¯er nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips. ¡°Alright, Big Brother,¡± she replied, her voice carrying a note of affection and respect.


    With that, the two parted ways, the villa settling into a tranquil silence as the night deepened, the weight of unspoken truths and newfound responsibilities lingering in the air.


    The dawn broke, casting its golden hues over the horizon as another day began. Xuen descended the stairs, his footsteps echoing softly through the quiet villa. The aroma of breakfast wafted through the air, drawing him toward the dining area where Linn¡¯er was meticulously setting the table.


    ¡°Big Brother, come have breakfast,¡± Linn¡¯er called out, her voice warm and inviting.


    Just as Xuen took his seat, the door opened, and Quirong stepped inside, her presence as graceful as the morning breeze. ¡°Good morning,¡± she greeted, her tone serene. ¡°I stayed with my family last night,¡± she added, offering a polite nod to both Xuen and Linn¡¯er.


    Xuen, ever the composed host, turned to Linn¡¯er and introduced Quirong. ¡°This is Lin Quirong. Her family gifted me this villa, and she is staying here for the time being.¡± Linn¡¯er smiled warmly, and soon, the two women began to converse, their words flowing effortlessly as they found common ground.


    After breakfast, Xuen excused himself. ¡°I have some business to attend to,¡± he said, his voice calm but firm. As he prepared to leave, his phone rang, breaking the morning¡¯s tranquility. The caller was Old Hao, his voice tinged with urgency. ¡°Master Xuen, it¡¯s me, Old Hao. There¡¯s a problem. Please come to the Lin Family estate as soon as possible.¡±


    Without hesitation, Xuen agreed and made his way to the Lin Family residence. Upon arrival, he found Old Hao visibly agitated. ¡°Old Hao, what¡¯s wrong? Why are you so panicked?¡± Xuen asked, his demeanor unshaken.If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    Old Hao took a deep breath before delivering the news. ¡°Master Xuen, after you killed Song Wei and Song Hu of the Sonv family, their father has returned seeking revenge. He is a peak martial master and has challenged you to a duel at the Song Martial Hall.¡±


    Xuen¡¯s expression remained impassive. ¡°It¡¯s just one master. Why are you so worried?¡± he inquired, his tone steady.


    Old Hao¡¯s concern deepened. ¡°It¡¯s not just Old Song that worries me. He may have brought reinforcements from the Li family. The Li family is one of the most powerful in the provincial capital. Their involvement could complicate matters.¡±


    Xuen¡¯s confidence was unshakable. ¡°It¡¯s alright. Don¡¯t worry. He can¡¯t do anything to me,¡± he assured, his voice calm and resolute. With that, Xuen prepared himself for the impending confrontation, his mind as sharp as his blade, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.


    ¡°Let¡¯s go to the Song Martial Hall. Let¡¯s meet this old man who seems eager to die,¡± Xuen said casually, his tone laced with indifference. Accompanied by Lin Hao and Lin Hei, members of the Lin Family, Xuen made his way to the Song family¡¯s martial hall. Upon arrival, they found the place teeming with influential figures from Shenzhen and Gongzhou, their presence adding weight to the already tense atmosphere.


    The air was thick with anticipation as Old Song, the patriarch of the Song family, stepped forward, his voice booming with fury. ¡°Who is Xuen Ye?¡± he demanded, his eyes blazing with rage.


    Lin Hao, ever loyal to Xuen, stepped forward to confront Old Song. ¡°Old Song, don¡¯t push your luck. How dare you cause trouble in Shenzhen?¡± he shouted, his voice cutting through the murmurs of the crowd.


    Old Song sneered, his confidence unshaken. ¡°If I were alone, I might have been wary of your Lin Family. But now, I am a member of the Heavenly Bird Sect. I have reached the peak of martial mastery. Even in the capital, people respect me. How dare you shout at me, Old Hao?¡±


    Xuen, unfazed by the exchange, stepped forward, his calm demeanor contrasting sharply with the tension in the room. ¡°I have to go and buy some things for my sister, so let¡¯s make this quick,¡± he said, his voice steady and dismissive.


    Old Song¡¯s face twisted in anger. ¡°You brat, you¡¯ve got guts,¡± he growled before charging at Xuen with a furious strike. But Xuen, with effortless ease, caught Old Song¡¯s punch mid-air and delivered a single, powerful slap that sent the old man flying several meters away.


    The crowd gasped in shock. A young man had just defeated a peak martial master with a single, casual blow. Murmurs of disbelief rippled through the onlookers as Old Song struggled to his feet, his pride wounded. ¡°That was a sneak attack!¡± he shouted, trying to save face. Desperate, he called upon several members of his sect, all martial masters in their own right, to join the fight.


    But Xuen moved with unrelenting precision. Without hesitation, he dispatched each of Old Song¡¯s reinforcements one by one, his movements a blur of lethal efficiency. Old Song¡¯s confidence crumbled as he realized the sheer power of the young man before him. In a last-ditch effort, Old Song¡¯s bodyguard drew a gun, aiming it squarely at Xuen.


    ¡°Shoot, if you have the guts,¡± Xuen said coldly, his gaze piercing.


    The bodyguard fired, but the bullets never reached their target. An invisible, yet palpable aura surrounded Xuen, deflecting the bullets effortlessly. The crowd erupted in astonishment. ¡°That¡¯s Qi Release! He¡¯s a Grand Master!¡± someone exclaimed, the revelation sending a wave of awe through the gathering.


    Old Song, now trembling with fear, fell to his knees, accepting his fate. ¡°I¡¯ve made a grave mistake,¡± he muttered, his voice barely audible. With a flick of his wrist, Xuen released a surge of Qi, ending Old Song¡¯s life instantly.


    The hall fell silent as the weight of the moment settled over the crowd. One by one, the influential figures from Shenzhen and Gongzhou knelt, acknowledging Xuen as the new leader of Shenzhen. It was a moment of awe and reverence, a turning point that left even the most powerful individuals in the room humbled.


    From the sidelines, Brother Tiger and Brother Ba emerged, their faces etched with regret. They approached Xuen and bowed deeply. ¡°We apologize for what happened at the bar yesterday,¡± they said, their voices filled with remorse.


    Xuen regarded them calmly before nodding. ¡°You¡¯re forgiven. From now on, you¡¯ll work for me,¡± he declared. Both men accepted without hesitation, eager to align themselves with such a formidable figure.


    With the matter settled, Xuen turned to leave. ¡°I¡¯ll call when I need you. Goodbye for now,¡± he said, his voice carrying an air of finality. As he walked away, the crowd watched in silent admiration, their eyes following him as if witnessing a deity in human form. His departure was nothing short of majestic, leaving an indelible mark on all who witnessed it.

 Chapter 7: New Direction for Xuen

    A month had passed since the tumultuous events that had consumed Xuen Ye¡¯s life. Now, he found himself wandering the bustling streets of Shenzhen, his sharp eyes scanning for antiques imbued with a faint, elusive aura. The city¡¯s chaos had kept him from his cultivation, but with the tribal affairs settled and the respect of the powerful figures secured, Xuen could finally focus on his own path. The weight of leadership no longer pressed on his shoulders, and he was free to delve deeper into the mysteries of cultivation.


    As he walked in quiet contemplation, a voice broke through the hum of the city. ¡°Mr. Xuen.¡±


    Xuen turned, his gaze falling upon a man in his mid-forties, dressed in a manner that spoke of authority and refinement. The man¡¯s demeanor was calm, but there was an undercurrent of urgency in his tone.


    ¡°Yes, can I help you?¡± Xuen replied, his voice steady and measured.


    The man stepped closer, offering a polite nod. ¡°Mr. Xuen, I was present a month ago when you dealt with the masters Old Song had brought. My name is Huang Luo, and I am the deputy mayor of Shenzhen. I am also an old friend of Elder Lin Hao.¡±


    Xuen¡¯s expression remained impassive, though his interest was piqued. ¡°Well, I can listen.¡±


    Mayor Luo gestured toward a sleek, black car parked nearby. ¡°We can talk in my car. Please,¡± he said, opening the door for Xuen.


    Once inside, the deputy mayor wasted no time. ¡°Mr. Xuen, I am merely a simple deputy mayor of this city. I know little of the martial world, but I am aware of your power. I need your help with a case.¡±


    Xuen¡¯s eyes narrowed slightly. ¡°What case? How can I help?¡±


    Luo took a deep breath, his tone growing more somber. ¡°I spoke to Old Hao, and he suggested you might be willing to assist. This matter is also connected to the Lin family.¡±


    Xuen leaned back, his expression unreadable, but his attention fully captured. He remained silent, allowing Luo to continue.


    ¡°A few months ago,¡± Luo began, ¡°a man and a woman committed suicide by jumping from an old building near the GG Bar. Before their deaths, they reported to the Shenzhen police that a group of thugs had been pressuring them to sell their apartment for a pittance. When they resisted, they were beaten, and the police did nothing to intervene.¡±The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings.


    Xuen listened intently, his mind already piecing together the fragments of the story. The deputy mayor¡¯s words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken implications. The case was not just about justice; it was a web of corruption, power, and perhaps even darker forces lurking in the shadows of the city.


    As the car glided through the streets, Xuen¡¯s thoughts turned inward. He had no desire to involve himself in the petty machinations of the mundane world, but the mention of the Lin family and the plea from Elder Lin Hao¡¯s old friend gave him pause. Perhaps this was more than it seemed¡ªa thread that, if pulled, might unravel something far greater.


    For now, Xuen remained silent, his gaze fixed on the passing cityscape. He would hear the rest of Luo¡¯s tale before deciding his course of action. But one thing was certain: where Xuen Ye walked, the winds of change followed.


    Mayor Luo¡¯s voice grew tense as he continued, his words laced with frustration. ¡°When I tried to bring this matter to Mayor Gu Shi, he dismissed me outright. He told me not to interfere with police work. But I couldn¡¯t let it go. I began investigating the case on my own, and what I uncovered was deeply troubling. The Li Family has once again set their sights on the Lin Family. They¡¯re attempting to buy all of Lin Construction¡¯s properties at a fraction of their value, aiming to pressure the Lin Family into bankruptcy.¡±


    At the mention of the Li Family, Xuen¡¯s demeanor shifted subtly. His eyes darkened, and a flicker of something cold and dangerous passed through them. The Li Family¡ªthe very name stirred memories of a past he had buried but never forgotten. They were the ones who had orchestrated the downfall of his Zhao family after the car accident, leaving his sister to suffer a life of hardship and despair. The scars of that betrayal still burned within him.


    Deputy Mayor Luo pressed on, his voice low and urgent. ¡°After further investigation, it became clear that the Li Family¡¯s ambitions extend far beyond Shenzhen. They aim to establish themselves as the dominant family in Guangdong Province and extend their influence to the capital, Beijing. We cannot directly confront them through conventional means, but this case¡ªthis tragedy¡ªcould be the key to delivering justice to the victims and temporarily halting the Li Family¡¯s plans.¡±


    Xuen¡¯s mind raced as he processed the information. The Li Family¡¯s involvement added a personal dimension to the case, one that resonated deeply with his own quest for vengeance. He had long planned to travel to Guangzhou, the provincial capital, to settle the score with the Li Family. But before he could embark on that path, he needed to ensure his sister¡¯s safety and stability in Shenzhen. She deserved a life free from the shadows of their shared past.


    After a moment of silence, Xuen spoke, his voice calm but laced with determination. ¡°Since the Li Family is involved, I will take this case. I am not a detective, nor do I operate within the confines of the law. I have my own methods. Deputy Mayor Luo, you are a kind and just leader, but the Li Family is a martial family. They are not adversaries you should face directly. Provide me with all the reports and information you¡¯ve gathered, and I will keep you updated after my investigation.¡±


    Deputy Mayor Luo¡¯s face lit up with relief and gratitude. ¡°Thank you, Mr. Xuen,¡± he said, his voice tinged with hope. ¡°Your involvement means more than I can express.¡±


    As the car continued its journey through the city, Xuen¡¯s sharp eyes caught sight of an old medicine shop¡ªa place he had visited before to procure rare herbs and remedies. He turned to Luo and said, ¡°Stop the car here. I¡¯ll call you soon.¡±


    Without waiting for a response, Xuen stepped out of the vehicle, his movements fluid and purposeful. The medicine shop stood before him, its weathered sign creaking gently in the breeze. It was a place of quiet power, where the secrets of ancient remedies and potent elixirs were kept. Xuen had business here, and as he approached the entrance, his mind was already calculating the next steps in his intricate dance with fate.


    The Li Family had made their move, and now, Xuen Ye would make his. The game was far from over, and the stakes had never been higher.

 Chapter 8: Its Time for Revenge

    Xuen approached the ancient medicine hall, its weathered facade standing as a silent testament to the passage of time. Pushing open the creaking door, he stepped inside, greeted by the familiar sight of the old seller. The man, as usual, sat in his corner, indifferent to the comings and goings of customers, his demeanor suggesting a profound disinterest in the trivialities of buying and selling. Xuen, accustomed to the old man''s ways, began to browse the hall on his own.


    His eyes wandered over the dusty shelves, cluttered with an assortment of ancient tomes and mysterious artifacts. Then, something caught his attention¡ªa book, its cover worn and faded, yet unmistakably familiar. It was the same alchemy text his master had once possessed, the very book he had gifted to his sister. Xuen''s heart skipped a beat. How could such a rare and profound text, one of such high decree, find its way into this unassuming hall?


    As he stood there, lost in thought, the old seller''s voice broke the silence, dry and raspy, yet carrying an undercurrent of authority. "Since you''ve recognized that book, you must be the disciple of Old Xuen."


    Xuen turned sharply, his eyes widening in surprise. "You know my master?"


    "Of course," the old man replied, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "I know that old stingy fool. I gave him that very book years ago, but he never paid me for it, nor did he return it." He paused, his gaze piercing as he studied Xuen. "I never imagined his disciple would reach the Innate Realm in his twenties."


    Xuen''s breath hitched. The old seller''s words confirmed his suspicions¡ªthis man was no ordinary merchant. In the mortal world, the concept of the Innate Realm was virtually unknown. Even achieving the status of a grandmaster was a rare feat. Xuen''s instincts kicked in, and he subtly shifted his stance, raising his guard. He could sense that the old man before him was far stronger than he appeared.


    The old seller chuckled, a low, rumbling sound. "No need to be on guard, boy. If I wanted to kill you, you''d be dead already, no matter what you did. Your master may have been a stingy thief, but he was also a good friend of mine."


    Xuen hesitated, his mind racing with questions, but before he could speak, the old man continued. "Here," he said, gesturing to a small bundle on the counter. "These are the medicines you need for your cultivation in the Innate Realm. Take them and go. I don''t wish to be disturbed. We''ll talk another day. For now, just know that being in the Innate Realm is dangerous for a young man like you. It''s not wise to linger among us old fellows."


    Xuen bowed deeply, his respect for the old seller evident in his gesture. "Thank you, Senior," he said quietly. Gathering the medicines, he turned and left the hall, his mind swirling with thoughts of the encounter. The old seller''s words echoed in his mind, a reminder of the hidden depths of the world he was only beginning to understand.


    Xuen left the medicine hall and made his way straight home, his mind still lingering on the enigmatic encounter with the old seller. Upon arriving, he found the house empty; Linn''er was away at high school. He stepped into the garden, the tranquility of the space offering a stark contrast to the storm of thoughts swirling within him. A case of theft: this story is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.


    Settling into a meditative posture, Xuen activated a small array he had prepared earlier. He carefully arranged the herbs he had acquired from the old seller on the ground, their faint glow hovering slightly above the surface. The array hummed to life, drawing the medicinal aura into his body. As the energy flowed through him, Xuen felt his consciousness drift inward, entering the depths of his soul.


    For an hour, he remained immersed in this state, his body and spirit harmonizing with the potent energy of the herbs. But the process was far from gentle. His meridians burned, and his muscles felt as though they were being torn apart. Blood trickled from the corners of his mouth as he pushed through the pain, his determination unwavering. For two years, he had been stuck at the bottleneck of the 1st stage of the Innate Realm, and now, he could feel the barrier beginning to crack.


    The pain intensified, as if a thousand knives were piercing his flesh simultaneously. Yet, Xuen endured, drawing upon the secret teachings his master had imparted to him. With a final, resolute push, he felt something within him shatter¡ªa divine sense awakened, and his cultivation surged forward, breaking through to the Middle Stage of the Innate Realm.


    As the energy settled, Xuen opened his eyes, a newfound clarity and power coursing through him. "So, this is the power of the Middle Stage Innate Realm," he murmured to himself, his voice barely above a whisper. His divine sense now extended over a square kilometer, allowing him to perceive the world around him with unprecedented precision.


    After consolidating his cultivation, Xuen returned to the house, just as Linn''er arrived home from school. Her cheerful voice calling out, "Big Brother Xuen!" brought a warmth to his heart. Though he had always cherished the bond they shared, he longed for the day he could reveal the truth¡ªthat he was her real brother.


    "Let''s go eat something," Xuen suggested, his tone light and affectionate. They stepped outside, and Xuen drove the car toward the Lin family estate. Along the way, he mentioned, "I got a call from Lin Quirong this morning. Let''s pick her up and have a meal together."


    Linn''er''s face lit up with joy at the prospect. However, as they approached the Lin family residence, an unusual tension hung in the air. The guards were more alert than usual, their movements sharp and deliberate. Xuen''s sharp instincts immediately picked up on the shift in atmosphere.


    Calmly, he approached the gate and asked, "What''s going on here?"


    Old Lin Hao and Lin Hei hurried toward him, their expressions strained. "Mr. Xuen, you''re here," Lin Hao began, his voice tinged with urgency. Lin Hei quickly added, "The Li family sent some people earlier. They demanded that we hand over all rights to the Shenzhen construction business to them. They didn''t outright threaten us, but it was clear¡ªthis wasn''t a request."


    Xuen listened intently, his expression unreadable. The Li family¡ªthe very name stirred a storm of emotions within him. They were the ones who had destroyed Linn''er''s life, seizing her family''s assets and leaving her with nothing. Now, they were making moves against the Lin family, and Xuen knew he could no longer stand idly by.


    "Calm down," Xuen said, his voice steady and commanding. "Explain everything properly."


    As the Lin family recounted the details, Xuen''s resolve hardened. The time for patience had passed. The Li family had overstepped, and it was time to settle the score.


    Linn''er, standing beside him, looked uneasy. The mention of the Li family brought back painful memories, and Xuen could see the fear in her eyes. He placed a reassuring hand on her head, his touch gentle. "Don''t worry about adult matters," he said softly. "Let''s go eat."


    They shared a meal at the Lin family estate, the atmosphere lightened by Xuen''s calm presence. Later that evening, as Linn''er slept, Xuen sent a text to his trusted assistant, Brother Tiger. "Xiao Tiger, gather the best men¡ªno more than five. We''ll head to Guangzhou in a week."


    As he set his phone down, Xuen''s gaze turned steely. The time for revenge had finally come. The Li family would soon learn the cost of crossing him.

 Chapter 9: Xuens Special Team Traning

    The following day, a light drizzle fell from the sky as Xuen Ye left Linn¡¯er at the Lin Family Villa. Accompanied by Brother Tiger and Brother Ba, who had gathered five of the most skilled individuals from the Shenzhen underworld, they prepared to depart for Guangzhou.


    Brother Ba informed Xuen, ¡°Mr. Xuen, our flight is scheduled for this coming Sunday.¡± Xuen responded in a calm yet commanding tone, ¡°Very well. While you may be influential figures in the Shenzhen underworld, your strength is still lacking. Xiao Tiger, as the leader, how is it that you¡¯ve only reached the peak of a martial artist? I will personally train all of you until our departure. However, once you learn my techniques, your lives will belong to me. Whether you live or die will be my decision.¡±


    Brother Tiger, Brother Ba, and their men immediately knelt down, expressing their gratitude for the opportunity. They understood that learning from Xuen would elevate them to unprecedented levels of power.


    Xuen led the group to Quirong Villa, taking them to the backyard where he often practiced. There, he casually retrieved a martial arts manual titled *Heavenly Agent Martial Technique*. He explained, ¡°This is a special technique passed down to me by my master. It is reserved only for soldiers who are willing to fight for heaven and die for it. From this moment on, I am your heaven, and you are my soldiers.¡±


    With that, Xuen placed his hands on each of their foreheads, using a soul-lock technique to place a seal on them. He warned that any thought of betrayal would result in a painful and immediate death. The men were both terrified and proud, knowing they had been chosen to learn from such a formidable master.


    Over the next six days, Xuen began imparting the knowledge from the manual, guiding them in the basics of cultivation. He introduced them to the concept of *qi* and how to control it, though he emphasized that mastering the fundamentals was their priority for now.


    The training was grueling, pushing them to their limits. By the time they were ready to leave for Guangzhou, Brother Tiger had broken through to the middle stage of Martial Expert, while Brother Ba had reached the lower stage of Martial Expert. The other five had also advanced to the peak level of martial artists.


    Despite their progress, Xuen made it clear that their training was far from over. ¡°Even during our travels,¡± he warned, ¡°your training will continue, and it will be even more intense.¡± The men exchanged uneasy glances, half-amused and half-terrified, wondering what could possibly be harsher than what they had already endured.


    After gathering their belongings, Xuen and his men made their way to the airport. Linn¡¯er and the Lin Family were there to bid them farewell, wishing Xuen a safe and successful journey. With gratitude, Xuen and his group thanked the Lin Family for their support and boarded the private plane arranged by them, setting course for Guangzhou. The flight lasted approximately one hour and fifty minutes. If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.


    During the journey, Brother Tiger and his men indulged in drinks and lighthearted banter, savoring the moment of respite. Xuen, however, remained composed, his gaze fixed on the window as he watched the clouds drift by, his mind seemingly focused on the tasks that lay ahead in Guangzhou.


    Upon arrival, the group disembarked and made their way out of the airport. Standing near the entrance was a tall man in a black suit, his neatly trimmed beard and composed demeanor suggesting he was in his mid-fifties. He introduced himself as an associate arranged by Deputy Mayor Luo, tasked with assisting them with accommodations and ensuring their stay in Guangzhou was well-organized. His presence signaled the beginning of their next chapter in the city, one that promised both opportunity and challenge.


    Xuen and his entourage were escorted to an opulent riverside villa in Guangzhou, a testament to the city''s grandeur. Their guide, a man of refined demeanor, led them through the villa''s expansive corridors, unveiling its splendor while weaving tales of Guangzhou''s intricate tapestry.


    "Mr. Xuen," the guide began, his voice smooth and deliberate, "Guangzhou is a city carved into three distinct realms of influence, each governed by a formidable family. The Li family reigns supreme over construction and infrastructure, their dominion stretching across the entire Guangdong Province. Their name is synonymous with the very bones of this land.


    Then there is the Wu family, the undisputed sovereigns of the medical realm. Their expertise in health and wellness is unparalleled, making them the pinnacle of the province''s healthcare industry. Their influence is felt in every hospital, clinic, and apothecary.


    Lastly, we have the Zhou family. Though their numbers have dwindled to a mere three, their power remains undiminished. Once nearly obliterated, they have risen like phoenixes from the ashes, their martial prowess unmatched. Each member is a master of combat, their skills honed to perfection. While they abstain from business ventures within Guangzhou, their reach extends over smaller provinces, their control absolute.


    These three families, each a titan in their own right, shape the destiny of Guangzhou and beyond."


    Xuen acknowledged the information with a nod and inquired, ¡°Thank you for the details. May I know your name?¡±


    The man, who had been arranged by Mayor Luo, responded politely, ¡°My name is Cao Shen. I have been assigned as your butler during your stay in Guangzhou, Mr. Xuen. I will be at your service until your matters here are resolved.¡±


    Xuen nodded in approval, his expression calm and composed. He reached into his pocket and retrieved a neatly folded list, handing it to Butler Shen. ¡°Can you arrange to gather these items as soon as possible?¡± he asked, his tone firm yet courteous.


    Butler Shen accepted the list with a slight bow. ¡°Of course, Mr. Xuen. I will do my utmost to procure all the items on the list promptly.¡± He paused, then added, ¡°By the way, Mr. Xuen, there is an auction taking place today at the Hotel Wushui. I¡¯ve heard that rare herbs and ancient weapons will be among the items up for bidding. It might be of interest to you.¡±


    Xuen¡¯s curiosity was piqued. ¡°What time does it start? It does sound intriguing. Arrange a good seat for me,¡± he instructed.


    Butler Shen nodded. ¡°Certainly, Mr. Xuen. The auction begins at 5 PM. You may rest for now, and I will ensure a VIP seat is reserved for you.¡±


    Expressing his gratitude, Xuen left to resume training his men. He gathered Brother Tiger, Brother Ba, and the rest of his team, leading them to the garden. There, he pushed them harder than ever, drilling them with relentless intensity, his focus unwavering as he prepared them for the challenges ahead.


    Xuen announced that the next session would focus on the Heavenly Agent Martial Technique. Under his guidance, Brother Tiger showed remarkable progress, advancing at an astonishing pace, nearly reaching the peak level of a Martial Art Expert. The others, though not as exceptional, were far from lacking in skill. After nearly three hours of rigorous training, Xuen called for a break. He instructed the rest of the group to rest while summoning Brother Tiger to accompany him, as it was time to head to the auction.