Starting as the young master of a medicine shop, he practiced swordsmanship for twenty years.

Chapter 413 Boarding!

Leng Shengchen stared intently at the mess before him, when an even more suffocating truth gripped him—damn it, he had committed a colossal disaster this time!

These three monks were no ordinary retainers; they were honored guests of the family and, more importantly, his father Leng Hongjie's most trusted right-hand men!

They possessed many of the family's shady secrets, yet now, because of one of their clandestine actions, they died in such a confused and inexplicable way...

If his father knew, he would beat him to death in his rage!

No, absolutely no one can know!
A surge of fierce determination welled up from the bottom of his heart, overpowering Leng Shengchen's initial panic.

He had to completely cover it up before everyone, especially his father, found out.

As long as it's handled cleanly and efficiently, all you need to do is claim complete ignorance and shift the blame to an accident or other enemies.

In any case, contacting these three sorcerers to set up the evil spell was something he did in secret, without his father's or his shrewd and capable older brother's knowledge.

Thinking of this, Leng Shengchen suddenly turned around, his face no longer showing any panic, only a ruthless and resolute look of someone at the end of their rope.

He spoke in a very low voice to the four bodyguards who were trembling with fear, "Listen up, all of you! Clean this place up inside and out completely!"

"Get rid of all the bloodstains, debris, even the fingernails stuck in the cracks in the wall! I want this place back to normal, as if nothing ever happened!"

After speaking, Leng Shengchen raised his hand and pointed to the three gruesome corpses, his eyes icy cold.

"Wrap them tightly in a waterproof cloth, and while it's still dark, drag them to the rose bush in the far corner of the back garden, dig a three-meter-deep hole, bury them firmly, and then tamp down fresh soil on top and cover them with fallen leaves!"

His gaze slowly swept over the pale faces of each bodyguard, eventually turning into the most blatant threat of death.

"Tonight, you were just on duty; you didn't see or hear anything."

Anyone who can't keep their mouth shut and dares to leak even a single word..."

Leng Sheng paused for a moment, his tone calm yet chilling.

"Not only will I make you disappear without a trace, but I will also find your parents, wife and children, and send them down to reunite with you."

"If you understand, then act immediately!"

Leng Shengchen's threat struck the four bodyguards like a heavy blow.

They knew perfectly well that the young master in front of them was not bluffing.

The Leng family behind him controls the Minghuang Group, a true behemoth in the Chinese business world.

His father, Leng Hongjie, is the chairman of the group, and his older brother, Leng Shengtian, is a president and CEO known for his iron-fisted approach.

Minghuang Group ranks among the top ten private enterprises in China, with its reach extending to land development, internet intelligence, cutting-edge medical care, high-end entertainment venues... This behemoth has its shadow in almost every industry that can be named.

But what truly terrifies those in the know is not this impressive business empire.

A select few at the top of the industry are well aware of how Minghuang Group was able to rise to such a behemoth in just a few decades.

Ultimately, it relies on those deep, unseen backgrounds that cannot be made public.

No further urging was needed; the strong will to survive overwhelmed the fear of witnessing a supernatural tragedy.

The four men immediately began to act efficiently and silently. Two of them quickly found a heavy waterproof tarp and a large sealed bag, and swiftly wrapped the three twisted corpses in it.

The other person began cleaning up the mess, collecting all the pieces and bloodstained items.

The last person had already quietly gone to the back garden to prepare the "three-meter-deep" pit.

The entire villa fell into a deathly silence, broken only by the bodyguards' suppressed breathing and the faint sounds of cleaning up the scene.

Leng Shengchen loosened his collar in frustration. The lingering smell of blood and the ferocious face of the dying mage haunted his mind like ghosts.

He desperately needed to vent, to use alcohol and a woman's warm body to dispel the bone-chilling cold.

Thinking of this, Leng Shengchen was about to pick up his phone and call his usual group of friends to go to the most luxurious nightclub and find some pretty girls.

Use their fear and obedience to extinguish the evil fire in your heart and regain the feeling of being in control.

at this time--

tread!tread!tread!
Outside the villa, without warning, a series of heavy and orderly footsteps sounded!
The sound was like drumbeats, with a distinct rhythm, which was not something that ordinary security guards or a rabble could possess; it was clearly the style of a well-trained military personnel!
Footsteps came from all directions, approaching quickly and forming an encirclement, firmly locking the entire villa in place.

In broad daylight, in a heavily guarded private villa area, with the Leng family's own security personnel watching over them.

How could there suddenly be so many footsteps, so disciplined like an army?

This extremely illogical and bizarre situation caused Leng Shengchen's brain to freeze instantly, leaving him unable to comprehend what was happening.

However, before he could think about it, his four bodyguards shouted angrily from outside the villa gate.

"Halt! Who are you...?"

"This is a private villa. Trespassing is prohibited!"

“We are from the Leng family, you…”

"Click—" "Ugh—"

A few short, muffled thuds, and then it stopped abruptly!

It was this moment of silence that made the hairs on Leng Shengchen's body stand on end!

Although those four bodyguards weren't top-tier experts, they were still skilled men he had carefully selected. Yet, they were taken down in an instant without even being able to sound a proper alarm.
The newcomers are definitely not benevolent; they have a clear objective and ruthless methods!
Leng Shengchen's phone slipped and fell to the ground with a "thud," the screen shattering instantly.

The ruthlessness and desire on his face froze instantly, replaced by a deathly pale expression.

Now, only one thought remained in Leng Shengchen's mind.

Oh no! How could things have been exposed so quickly? Who will come? The police? Or... someone even more terrifying?
Fear surged through my body like an electric current, overwhelming all thought.

Without a second thought, driven almost by his survival instinct, Leng Shengchen abruptly changed direction and sprinted towards the back door of the villa!
All notions of maintaining the dignity of the young master of the Leng family and the plan to cover up the crime were thrown to the winds at this moment.

escape!
The back door—if we could escape through the back door and slip into that garden that connects to the mountains…

However, Leng Shengchen's idea of ​​escaping seemed so naive and ridiculous in the face of reality.

He staggered toward the back door, not even having a chance to see what was outside, when several towering figures blocked his way.

Outside the back door stood a dozen elite soldiers, their entire bodies shrouded in black combat uniforms and bulletproof vests.

They were silent, their eyes behind their masks cold and mechanical, and the uniquely shaped guns in their hands gleamed eerily in the sunlight.

A well-trained and chilling aura swept over us.

Leng Shengchen was shocked. Before he could react, two burly men quickly closed in on him.

His fancy footwork was no match for the absolute professional fighting skills, and his arms were brutally twisted behind his back.

With a "click," the specially made handcuffs were put on.

Immediately, he was lifted up from both sides, his feet almost off the ground, and quickly escorted to the main entrance of the villa like a piece of cargo.

Leng Shengchen's struggles and curses along the way were all in vain.

When he was dragged to the main entrance, the sight that met his eyes silenced him instantly, and a chill ran from his tailbone straight to the top of his head.

The four bodyguards were seen lying unconscious on the ground, and were quickly dragged away by other men in black.

The most eye-catching figures at the scene were two elderly men dressed in Taoist robes.

A man dressed in a crimson Taoist robe embroidered with flowing cloud and flame patterns exuded an imposing aura.

The other person was dressed in a purple Taoist robe with a star and Bagua diagram on it, and had a calm and composed demeanor.

Although both men had white hair and beards, their complexions were ruddy, and their eyes gleamed with a sharp light as they opened and closed. They seemed to be surrounded by an invisible "field".

Their righteous spirit surged forth, completely erasing the remaining evil aura from the place, making them appear like two enlightened masters.

The gazes of the two elderly men were like four sharp swords, instantly piercing through Leng Shengchen's defenses.

The red-robed elder snorted coldly, his voice booming like a bell, making Leng Shengchen's eardrums ring: "Hmph, so it really is here!"

"The residual malevolent energy and death aura are so intense. Those three corpses must have triggered the glorious national fortune when they used evil magic, and were killed by the backlash. They deserved it!"

The purple-robed elder's gaze swept across Leng Shengchen's pale, distorted face with lightning speed. His words were filled with an all-knowing indifference and disdain: "I wondered what kind of demon was causing trouble. It turns out to be a remnant of the 'Underworld Wealth and Evil Sect'."

The words uttered by the old Taoist priest struck Leng Shengchen's heart like a heavy blow.

His last line of defense completely collapsed at that moment.

Leng Shengchen was terrified by the words "remnants of the Underworld Wealth Servants Sect". His strong will to survive made him struggle wildly and roar fiercely.

"This has nothing to do with me! I know nothing about it! You've trespassed! I'm going to sue you! I'll make sure you spend the rest of your lives in jail!"

He struggled to lift his head, trying to find a trace of fear on the faces of the people in front of him, before hysterically revealing his trump card.

"My father is Leng Hongjie! The chairman of Minghuang Group! My mother is Ying Qingqing—she is the daughter of the current...deputy minister...Ying Canglin!"
I am his own grandson! If you dare to touch me, the Leng and Ying families will never let you get away with it!

He stared intently at the two elderly men in Taoist robes, hoping that the names "Minghuang Group" and that department deputy... would cause their expressions to change drastically.

however--

"Ok?"

Upon hearing this, the two Taoist priests didn't even lift their eyelids. The old man in the red robe even curled up a smile of undisguised sarcasm.

The old man in purple robes slowly stroked his long beard, speaking in a calm tone as if he were discussing the weather.

"Oh? So he's the deputy in charge of land...."

He shook his head slightly, as if he had heard something trivial. "Let alone being just a deputy, even if it were the head, so what?"

The indifference and detachment in the purple-robed Taoist's words made Leng Shengchen feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

He simply couldn't understand how anyone in this world could show such utter contempt for the background he relied on, which was enough to make him swagger around in the Dragon Kingdom.
Leng Shengchen, of course, wouldn't understand.

These two Taoist priests are contemporary Celestial Masters who reside permanently on Qingquan Mountain and safeguard the nation's destiny. Their status is extremely revered, comparable to the ancient "National Preceptor." Even the important figures in the Elder's Courtyard would respectfully address them as "Old Celestial Masters."

After all, what these two celestial masters care about and protect is the dragon vein's fortune and the well-being of hundreds of millions of living beings in this land.

A mere business family, a deputy department head... In the eyes of those at this level, what difference is there between them and ants? Do they even deserve to be taken seriously?
"take away."

Meanwhile, inside Lu Xiaoying's villa, the scene was quite different.

In the lobby on the first floor, Lu Xuan sat calmly on the sofa, holding a cup of tea in his hand. He looked relaxed and at ease, and the aroma of the tea gave him a sense of tranquility as he watched the clouds drift by.

The atmosphere in the living room on the second floor was much more "tense".

Gong Qing crossed her arms, deliberately put on a stern face, turned her back to Lu Xiaoying, and even shrugged her shoulders slightly, pretending to be very angry.

"My dear great-aunt!"

She deliberately drew out her words, her voice filled with "grievance" and "resentment".

"You should have told me earlier that your family had such powerful connections! Were you just playing me for a fool all along?"
"It made me beg and plead last night for that lousy contract, and I got a real tongue-lashing from General Manager Zhao. I'm so worried my hair's almost turned white!"

Lu Xiaoying stood behind her, her beautiful eyes wide open, her face filled with innocence and confusion.

"Sister Qing, I...I really didn't know!" she hurriedly explained, her voice carrying a hint of coquetry.

"Grandpa... he told me some stories from his childhood, but how was I supposed to know they were all true?"
I always thought he was just making up a story to amuse me! Who knew he really had a life-or-death bond with Grandpa Huang…

As she spoke, Lu Xiaoying couldn't help but step forward, gently grab Gong Qing's arm, and shake it back and forth, pleading softly, "Good sister Qing, don't be angry~ I really didn't mean to hide it from you."

Gong Qing felt the shaking on her arm and suppressed the smile that was about to spill from the corner of her mouth.

She wasn't really angry at all; she was secretly overjoyed!

The huge weight that had been pressing on his mind—the unequal contract signed with Minghuang Group and the various pressures they might exert—had now vanished.

With such an unfathomable background as Lu Xiaoying, and with Old Master Huang personally intervening... she didn't believe that Minghuang Group would dare to continue to use its power to intimidate others.

This not only means the crisis is over, but also that they will have unprecedented confidence and space in their entertainment careers.

And this process happened faster than anyone expected.

In the heart of the capital, in a quiet, elegant, and antique-style study.

Mr. Zhao, the CEO of Tianyu International, is a rising star who wields considerable influence in the entertainment industry.

At this moment, however, he resembled a newcomer to the workplace, with half of his buttocks carefully resting on the edge of the sandalwood chair, his back ramrod straight.

At the same time, he respectfully held a steaming cup of tea with both hands, his face full of an almost fawning smile.

Opposite Mr. Zhao sat an elderly man with white hair, calm and dignified, exuding an air of authority.

This is a person who has been dreaming about for most of his life, but he has never dared to hope that he could get close to him. He is a person who truly stands on the clouds.

A single sentence from the other party can determine the direction of the entire entertainment industry; they are truly the "sky."

The old man picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and said in a calm tone, "Little Zhao, your Tianyu International is a good company. You should run it well. I have high hopes for your future development."

Upon hearing this, General Manager Zhao was flattered and quickly nodded and bowed, saying, "You flatter me! It's all thanks to your leadership that we can manage the situation. We will definitely continue to work hard and live up to your expectations!"

At this moment, the old man put down his teacup, his gaze seemingly casually sweeping over President Zhao, as if casually mentioning, "By the way, I heard that you have a young girl named Lu Xiaoying under your company?"

"The young girl is very ambitious, lively and kind. I happened to see her on a show before and I had a good impression of her."

Mr. Zhao's heart skipped a beat, but his smile remained unchanged, while his mind was in turmoil.

He instantly understood that the root of today's unexpected "friendly reception" lay in this name.

"Yes, yes, Lu Xiaoying is indeed a very promising artist." President Zhao quickly echoed, his brain racing as he recalled everything between the company and Lu Xiaoying.

The old man nodded slightly, his tone still calm: "Yes, I'm the kind of person who cares a lot about the growth of young people."

"Could you bring me the contract you signed with her sometime so I can take a look?"

Mr. Zhao dared not utter a single word of "no," and quickly replied, "Definitely, definitely. I'll personally deliver it as soon as I get back."

The old man did not respond to Mr. Zhao.

He simply picked up another document that had been prepared beforehand from beside him and pushed it in front of General Manager Zhao.

"Xiao Zhao, if you don't mind, I've also drafted a new contract for this girl, Lu Xiaoying."

"Take a look. If you think it's suitable, let's do it this way from now on. After all, we need to give young people more room to grow, don't you think?"

Upon hearing this, General Manager Zhao immediately stood up, his hands trembling slightly. He took the thin document, and after flipping through only a few pages, cold sweat broke out on his back.

This is completely different from the industry standard of artist contracts where the company holds absolute control!

This is clearly... the company has signed a little princess who needs to be pampered!

The contract terms were almost entirely in Lu Xiaoying's favor, including an extremely high profit-sharing percentage, absolute autonomy in script selection, a flexible schedule with near-freedom, and priority access to company resources unconditionally...

Tianyu International, on the other hand, perfectly played the role of the "sucker"—investing money, effort, and resources, bearing all the risks, but only receiving extremely limited returns.

It's a perfect example of someone who pays money but has to act like a servant to others.

Shocked, General Manager Zhao quickly weighed the pros and cons.

If one can seize this opportunity to get close to this big shot, the intangible value and potential resources he brings are a thousand times, ten thousand times more important than the gains or losses of an artist contract!
Thinking of this, a sincere and radiant smile instantly bloomed on his face. He hugged the new contract tightly to his chest, as if holding some rare treasure, and spoke with unwavering determination.

"Rest assured! This contract is very reasonable and fully reflects the care and cultivation of young artists!"

"We at Tianyu International absolutely agree and will implement this immediately! It is our honor to provide a platform for the young people you admire!"

.......
Top floor of Tianyu International, Mr. Zhao's office
General Manager Zhao practically sprinted back to his office, his usual authority in front of his subordinates completely gone.

He grabbed the phone from his pocket and took several deep breaths.

The moment the call connected, Mr. Zhao's face instantly filled with an almost fawning smile.

"Hello? Is this...is this Sister Qing?"

His voice was deliberately lowered with respect, and there was even a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.

"Oh! It's me, Xiao Zhao! Xiao Zhao from Tianyu International! Yes, yes... Please don't be afraid, it's me, President Zhao, I'm definitely not an imposter!"

Gong Qing on the other end of the phone seemed stunned by this sudden and overly humble address, and may even have become suspicious.

Mr. Zhao was sweating profusely and tried to explain incoherently, but he felt that he couldn't explain it clearly over the phone.

"Oh dear! It's impossible to explain over the phone!"

"By the way, Sister Qing, is Sister Xiao... Sister Xiaoying with you? Ah no, please don't misunderstand!" He quickly asked himself, afraid that the other party would hang up the phone.

"It's not because of that petty thing with Minghuang Group! Who do they think they are!"

"The chairman of Minghuang Group has disappeared; they're barely able to protect themselves now..."

Mr. Zhao waved his arms vigorously, as if to enhance his persuasiveness.

"It's here! I just finished a new contract! Yes! It's a new contract specially tailored for Sister Xiaoying! That's right!"

His voice rose, filled with barely suppressed excitement, "Look... could you please ask Sister Xiaoying when it would be convenient for her to come back to the company?"
"Oh yes! Anytime is fine! Day or night, I'm on call at the company 24/7!"

Finally, Mr. Zhao seemed to feel that this was not sincere enough, and immediately added something.

"Of course! Of course! If Sister Xiaoying is busy, or finds it troublesome to travel back and forth,"

Give me your address, and I'll deliver it personally! I'll deliver it to you right away! I wouldn't dare waste even a minute of Xiaoying's precious time!

At 8 p.m. the following evening, a black sedan silently drove into a designated area of ​​Beijing Capital International Airport.

The train passed through all the usual checkpoints without any obstruction and finally stopped precisely under the gangway of a large passenger plane waiting to take off.

The moment the vehicle came to a complete stop, the young driver in the driver's seat quickly got out.

He was tall and straight, and his movements were efficient and decisive, exuding a uniquely military-style swiftness and efficiency.

The young driver walked quickly to the back seat, respectfully opened the car door, and handed over a seemingly ordinary wooden cane.

This walking stick was naturally a prop that Lu Xuan used to disguise himself as an ordinary old man.

"Mr. Lu, take care on your journey." The young driver's voice was steady and strong, filled with heartfelt respect.

He paused slightly, met Lu Xuan's gaze with determination, and introduced himself: "My name is Huang Chengwu."

"By order of my superiors, I will now be fully responsible for the safety of your granddaughter, Ms. Lu Xiaoying. Please rest assured."

Lu Xuan took the cane and glanced at him expressionlessly.

The young man in front of me was only twenty-five or twenty-six years old.

His blood and energy were as vigorous as a furnace, his aura as deep and solid as a mountain, and his eyes shone with inner brilliance. He was clearly a master of martial arts with perfected internal strength, only one step away from becoming a grandmaster of internal strength.

This talent is much stronger than the original owner's.

Huang Tangshi had indeed given prior notice. This was his most outstanding youngest son, who at a young age was already the deputy instructor of the first team of the "Dragon Group," and his future was limitless.

"Hmm!" Lu Xuan only let out a faint nasal sound from his throat.

Without saying another word, he took his cane and, with seemingly slow but unusually steady steps, stepped onto the gangway.

Huang Chengwu maintained a slightly bowed posture until Lu Xuan's figure completely disappeared at the cabin entrance before slowly straightening up.

His eyes showed no displeasure at being slighted, but rather were filled with awe and longing for the absolute strong.

The boxing style he practiced was given to him by this old man.

The Fist of Ten Thousand Valleys Returning to the Flow!
(End of this chapter)