Qingyuan City.
In this economically thriving city, six major aristocratic families stand tall like towering comrcial peaks, firmly controlling the economic lifeline of the city.
The Ye Family is undoubtedly the most towering among them.
Its assets are as deep and imasurable as the vast ocean, far beyond the imagination of ordinary people, and the family’s reputation is so well-known that it resonates throughout Qingyuan City and even a broader business realm.
The Ye Family consistently triumphs in nurous business competitions, advancing boldly forward, already showing a vigorous montum of becoming the top family in Qingyuan, a model of admiration and emulation for many families.
Following closely behind is the Li Family, which is equally deep-rooted.
Their family business ventures into several key industries such as real estate, finance, and manufacturing.
They hold a high reputation and influence within the industry and are an indispensable force in the business landscape of Qingyuan City.
Although slightly inferior to the Ye Family, they have always maintained a strong developnt montum.
Always ready to achieve greater leaps and breakthroughs at the right ti, they compete head-to-head with the Ye Family, jointly writing the magnificent Chapter of the aristocratic families of Qingyuan City.
At this mont, in the Li Family’s magnificently decorated reception hall, manifesting family dignity and luxury.
Li Boyuan, the elder of the Li Family, had a face full of respect.
He leaned forward slightly and cautiously said to the elder seated on the sofa: "Senior, we have thoroughly investigated. The culprit responsible for the unfortunate mishap of your beloved pet is the boss of the Mystic Spirit Pavilion, a young man with the surna Xu."
"It was precisely the talisman he personally drew that killed your beloved pet!"
The elder, nad Wu Zan, although blind, spontaneously exuded a surging and powerful aura that was enough to instill fear and awe.
His cultivation technique is extrely unique and uncanny, following an unconventional path, specializing in absorbing the yin and evil energies between heaven and earth as his cultivation route, and over ti, he even nurtured several sinister apparitions as his pets.
Previously, the Li Family spared no expense, spending a staggering ten billion yuan, to invite one of Wu Zan’s pets to infiltrate the Ye Family in an attempt to use it as a breakthrough point to secretly disrupt the Ye Family’s feng shui layout.
Thus causing the Ye Family to fall apart, they could reap the benefits and seize the opponent’s foundation, thereby achieving their ambitious goal of becoming Qingyuan’s top family.
Regrettably.
The plan, ticulously orchestrated and considered foolproof, was casually dispelled by Xu Wendong with an Evil-Dispelling Charm, vanishing like bubbles under the sun.
Wu Zan’s body, initially sitting still on the sofa, suddenly trembled, and the powerful and chilling aura erupted like a surging black tide, perating the entire reception room.
At the sa ti.
Everyone in the Li Family felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, and each person felt a layer of thick goosebumps arise on their skin.
As if a cold hand had clutched their throats, giving everyone a near-suffocating illusion.
What shocked them was.
In Wu Zan’s blind eyes, two eerie green ghost fires flickered, his facial muscles twisted with rage, and veins bulged like earthworms beneath his skin.
"Hmph! A re fledgling dares to ruin my plans and kill my beloved pet, let’s see if he has the guts of a bear or leopard!"
Wu Zan’s voice roared like coming from Hell, cold and hoarse, full of endless malice, reverberating in the silent reception hall, causing the surrounding decorative items to tremble slightly.
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The next day, at the break of dawn, after the rain stopped and clouds dispersed, the world seed refreshed and clear after a nourishing rain.
After having breakfast at ho with his sister-in-law, Xu Wendong drove to the ancient market.
He parked the car steadily in the ancient market’s parking lot, strolling leisurely into this historically rich market.
Washed by last night’s heavy rain, the bluestone-paved road of the ancient market appeared ticulously polished, spotless, each stone slab exuding an ancient and fresh breath, making one feel joyful.
When he reached the entrance of Mystic Spirit Pavilion, his gaze inadvertently caught sight of an old man sitting cross-legged in front of the door.
The old man had a lean face, white hair, his simple Daoist robe fluttering gently in the wind, exuding an extraordinary and transcendental aura.
Seeing this, Xu Wendong frowned slightly, his Divine Sense swiftly probing, keenly sensing that the other party unexpectedly had a profound strength of Nascent Soul Stage cultivation.
However, though puzzled, he didn’t speak much, taking out the key from his pocket and gently opening the store door, then steadily stepping inside.
Just as Xu Wendong stepped into the store, Lingxu Taoist seed to sense sothing, quickly putting on a smiling face, appearing sowhat polite and humble, slowly walking into the store.
His steps seed slightly restrained, as if afraid to disturb the tranquility and harmony of this place.
After entering the store, Lingxu Taoist slightly bowed and softly asked: "Little friend, are you the owner of this Mystic Spirit Pavilion?"
As he spoke, he quietly assessed Xu Wendong, inwardly surprised that this young man, with only a Foundation Establishnt Cultivation Level, didn’t seem strong in the eyes of this Nascent Soul Stage Expert.
Xu Wendong, calm as water, looked at Lingxu Taoist without arrogance or servility, asking, "What is the matter, Senior, that you wish to inquire of ?"
Lingxu Taoist wore a faint smile on his face, his eyes filled with curiosity and anticipation, he asked cheerfully, "Forgive my intrusion, little friend, I am rely curious to know who wrote the three words ’Mystic Spirit Pavilion’ on the plaque at the door?"
After speaking, he stared closely at Xu Wendong’s eyes, seemingly wanting to glean so clues from them.
Xu Wendong had already understood the intentions of the other party.
He knew well that this Lingxu Taoist must have co urgently to inquire because, after observing the three words on the Mystic Spirit Pavilion plaque, he experienced a noticeable enhancent and breakthrough in his own strength.
Thinking of this, he paused slightly, then casually replied, "Those three words were written by personally."
Upon hearing these words, the previously warm smile on Lingxu Taoist’s face instantaneously solidified, standing there all dazed as if subjected to an immobilization spell.
Inside, his heart surged like a stormy sea, his mind a complete blank.
In his view, the creator of the three words embodying such miraculous power, aiding his breakthrough from confinent, must be a supre expert of unfathomable depth.
Perhaps it was a reclusive master long extinct from the mortal world or a Great Power from a mysterious Immortal Realm.
Yet he never would have expected.
These three words were written by this Foundation Establishnt junior standing before him.
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