「The next day.」
The sun shone brightly, and a gentle spring breeze drifted through the air. March days are the most beautiful on earth.
After brewing overnight, the news that the Feiyang Martial Arts School was establishing a branch in Cangyun City and holding its grand opening today had beco common knowledge, causing a massive stir.
To not only set foot in the forbidden grounds of Cangyun City but to do so with such fanfare… are they planning to confront the Martial Association head-on? It was one thing for the Zhennan Prince to want to annihilate the Martial Association. But now, even a tiny martial arts school wants to disrespect the Martial Association's authority and climb all over it?
While many found the situation ridiculous, they were also intensely curious.
Either the head of the Feiyang Martial Arts School is crazy, or he has a powerful backer.
In any case, the opening ceremony for the Feiyang Martial Arts School today was bound to be quite a show. So much so that many people headed to the school early, wanting to witness for themselves who this Jiang Long really was and to see how the Martial Association would react. The audacity of soone daring to challenge the Martial Association naturally attracted the attention of many of Cangyun City's elites. For a ti, a large part of the city was buzzing with excitent.
「Eight-thirty in the morning.」
Li Zhendong, dressed in a cyan robe, arrived in Chen Yang's courtyard and sat down opposite him, enjoying morning tea. Basking in the warm sunlight, Chen Yang held his teacup and squinted his eyes in contentnt.
In contrast, Li Zhendong, despite being older than Chen Yang by two twelve-year cycles, lacked any of the composure expected of his age. He sat on pins and needles, his arm trembling so much he could barely hold his teacup steady.
Li Zhendong had lived many years and faced nurous trials and tribulations to get where he was today. Yet never before, not even once, had he felt as nervous and unsettled as he did now. Back in Lingjin City, he had also openly opposed the Martial Association. But he was in a remote corner of the world and had the backing of the Zhennan Prince, so he'd had nothing to fear. Now, however, they were challenging the Martial Association Headquarters directly, and Chen Yang's role as the Zhennan Prince was no more. Although he still trusted Chen Yang, it would be impossible to say he wasn't anxious or afraid.
Li Zhendong forced down a sip of tea before finally speaking. "Sir, the auspicious ti is almost upon us. Shouldn't we be heading over?"
"No rush." Chen Yang poured more tea into Li Zhendong's cup and waved his hand. "I won't be going today. Wait for my friend; he will go with you."
Hearing Chen Yang wouldn't be attending, Li Zhendong's heart jolted. His greatest support was the man right in front of him. Today's opening ceremony would inevitably attract people from the Martial Association. If he's not there, then...
Li Zhendong's nervousness intensified. He subconsciously wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and nodded. "Okay, alright." As for the reason, he didn't dare to ask.
The tea might be exquisite, but it tasted utterly bland in Li Zhendong's mouth.
「A mont later.」
BOOM!!
The massive roar of a supercharged engine echoed from outside the courtyard. Anyone with the slightest knowledge of cars would know it was a supercar with a twelve-cylinder, high-power engine.
Chen Yang shook his head and chuckled to himself. Who else could it be but Su Ling? That guy... he's not a bad person at heart, but his need to show off is really sothing else. He probably stopped at the toll station last ti just to act tough.
"Boss!" Su Ling's voice bood out before he even stepped inside. "Boss, your towering and domineering figure at Chilian Peak yesterday is carved into my mind, as if with a knife and axe!"
"I knew you were strong, but I never could have imagined you were *this* powerful! A fifteenth-rank practitioner is nothing in front of you! Nothing but a mud-caked chicken or a stray dog, not even worth ntioning!"
Su Ling, dressed from head to toe in designer brands, jogged into the yard. He stopped in front of Chen Yang, beaming. "Boss, you summoned . What are your orders for today?"
"Whatever it is, just give the word. Your boy Susu..." Su Ling straightened up, patted his chest, and declared with confidence, "Even if it ans climbing a mountain of blades or diving into a sea of fire, I guarantee I'll get it done beautifully for you."
Chen Yang nearly spat out the tea he had just sipped. Susu? What the hell kind of nickna is that? The hair on my arms is standing on end. He shuddered as goosebumps erupted all over his skin. This guy seems so masculine... could he really have *that* kind of preference?
Seeing the odd look in Chen Yang's eyes, Su Ling felt nothing was amiss. He just puffed out his chest again. "Your Susu, in life I am your man, and in death I am your ghost! I—"
"Enough of your nonsense!" Chen Yang cut him off quickly. If I let him keep talking, who knows what other nauseating things he'll co up with. He tossed the longsword to him. "This sword is quite good. I'm returning it to you."
"Just keep it," Su Ling said, catching the longsword with a wide grin. "It's like they say, a treasured sword belongs to a hero. It can only reach its true potential in your hands."
Thinking about yesterday, when Boss wielded this very sword to level the Qi Family and dominate everyone, makes my blood boil with excitent. It makes feel so proud!
Chen Yang waved a hand, refusing the sword, and got straight to the point. "This is the Master of the Feiyang Martial Arts School, Li Zhendong." Pointing to the other man, he said, "And this is Su Ling. You two should get acquainted."
Su Ling unexpectedly leaped to his feet. "Holy shit!" His eyes widened. "I was wondering who had the balls to go up against the Martial Association here in Cangyun City. So it was you behind it all, Boss!"
"Aweso!" Su Ling gave a thumbs-up, his admiration and reverence pouring out of him like a surging river.
"Mr. Su, a pleasure to et you. I am Li Zhendong," Li Zhendong said, greeting him first.
"Nice to et you, nice to et you!" Without any ceremony, Su Ling slung an arm over Li Zhendong's shoulder and said cheerfully, "Since we're all the Boss's people, from today on, we're family."
"You're right, Mr. Su." Li Zhendong smiled and nodded, though he felt a little unsettled. This young man seems so carefree and mischievous, but the aura he occasionally gives off sends a chill down my spine.
"Today is the grand opening of the Feiyang Martial Arts School," Chen Yang instructed Su Ling. "I want you to guard the entrance. If anyone dares to cause trouble, beat them to a pulp. With your current strength, you can fully master this Treasure Weapon. Any problem with that?"
"No problem at all!" Su Ling laughed heartily. "I guarantee I'll complete the mission."
At that mont, he could already see it: himself standing guard at the entrance, longsword in hand, an indomitable protector against a thousand foes. What a magnificent sight that will be, right? Ha ha! Su Ling was so overco with joy he was practically speechless.
After a mont, Su Ling snapped out of his ecstatic daydream and asked, "What about you, Boss? Aren't you going?"
"?" Chen Yang put down his teacup, slowly stood up, and clasped his hands behind his back. "My Feiyang Martial Arts School is opening," he said nonchalantly. "How could the Martial Association not co to celebrate?"
Su Ling and Li Zhendong both froze. They exchanged a look, each seeing utter shock and confusion in the other's eyes. Is... is he planning to go to the Martial Association and *invite* them to co celebrate the Feiyang Martial Arts School's grand opening?
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