I Created a Sanctuary in Marvel

Chapter 88 Conversation with Yingli

The headquarters of the Ten Rings Gang.

Xu Wenwu received an encrypted communication from Hong Kong.

"Oh? A young man with a unique air about him? Asking about our Ten Rings Gang?"

He was somewhat surprised. Looking at his wife Yingli, who was playing with their two children in the courtyard with a gentle smile, a hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by coldness.

He would never allow anyone to disrupt this hard-won peace.

"Send over the portrait."

He gave the order in a cold voice.

Soon, a portrait of Ye Feng drawn based on eyewitness descriptions was sent to the Ten Rings Gang headquarters.

"So young? And—he looks kind of familiar."

A high-ranking member of the gang looked at the portrait thoughtfully.

"etc!"

Suddenly, the other person remembered something, quickly ran to the archives, and soon returned with a document bearing a clear photo of Ye Feng.

That was the official footage that circulated when Ye Feng officially succeeded as Pope in the Holy Land.

"It's him?! Ye Feng, the Pope of the Holy Land?!"

"What does he want with us? We should have no connection with him at all."

Xu Wenwu's brows furrowed instantly. He naturally dared not underestimate this Pope, who was hailed as the strongest human in the world and possessed an illustrious reputation.

Even with a divine weapon like the bullseye ring in his hand, he was not guaranteed victory.

Yingli, who was standing to the side, put down her teacup and said softly, "Wenwu, Ye Feng is, after all, the Pope of the Holy Domain, and also of Chinese descent."

"He holds a high position, and he came alone this time, only to gather information, so he probably has no ill intentions."

"Instead of passively guessing and living in fear, we should take the initiative to extend an invitation, meet him frankly, and find out his intentions."

Looking into his wife's calm and wise eyes, Xu Wenwu pondered for a moment and nodded: "Alright, we'll do as you say."

Even Xu Wenwu, who had lived for thousands of years, felt uncertain when facing Ye Feng.

Ding-a-ling~

The crisp sound of the doorbell rang in the hotel suite. Ye Feng, who was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the bustling street scene of the port city, slowly turned around.

He keenly sensed the refined and restrained energy fluctuations emanating from the visitor outside the door.

"That's very efficient."

He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a smile that seemed to indicate he had expected it.

I just left that underground intelligence base yesterday, and the Ten Rings Gang has already found me today. Their intelligence capabilities and swift action are truly worthy of their reputation that has lasted for hundreds of years.

He walked calmly to the door and opened it.

Three men in well-tailored black suits stood outside the door. They were composed, sharp-eyed, and disciplined, clearly elites of the Ten Rings Gang.

The leader bowed slightly, presenting a finely crafted, gilded invitation with both hands. His attitude was respectful yet neither servile nor arrogant: "Your Holiness, welcome to Hong Kong. Our gang leader cordially invites you to meet us tomorrow at noon. We earnestly hope you will grace us with your presence."

Ye Feng accepted the invitation, which was warm to the touch and faintly exuded the scent of sandalwood. He glanced at it and then smiled gently, "Reply to your esteemed leader, I will be there on time."

Seeing that the Pope, hailed as the strongest man of his time, was so approachable, the messengers secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the other party had concealed their aura, the invisible pressure originating from the essence of life still made them feel uneasy, something they had never clearly felt even from their leader, Xu Wenwu.

The following day at noon, a low-key yet luxurious black sedan carrying Ye Feng drove through the bustling city center and headed towards a secluded spot nestled against the mountains and by the water on the outskirts of the port city.

Finally, the vehicle stopped in front of a teahouse with an antique appearance and a secluded atmosphere.

Following the guide through the winding corridors of the teahouse, Ye Feng discovered a hidden world inside.

Behind the teahouse lies a meticulously maintained Chinese-style manor, complete with bridges, streams, pavilions, and towers, a world apart from the modern bustle outside.

Inside the pavilion in the center of the manor, a middle-aged man with a calm demeanor and profound gaze was quietly brewing tea. He was none other than Xu Wenwu, the leader of the Ten Rings Gang.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Your Holiness the Pope. I apologize for not being able to greet you properly since you have come from afar."

Xu Wenwu stood up, cupped his hands in greeting, and calmly examined Ye Feng.

"Chief Xu, you're too kind. I apologize for disturbing you; it was I who was being presumptuous."

Ye Feng smiled and returned the greeting, then stepped into the pavilion and sat down comfortably on the futon opposite Xu Wenwu.

The waiter poured Ye Feng a cup of steaming hot tea and then quietly withdrew.

Xu Wenwu didn't waste time with pleasantries and went straight to the point: "I wonder what Your Holiness's purpose in investigating my Ten Rings Gang is in need of our assistance? Or—has my Ten Rings Gang inadvertently gotten into some kind of conflict with the Holy Domain?"

"Chief Xu is overthinking it; that's not the case."

"As Chief Xu is probably aware, not long ago, the Holy Domain wiped out the long-established Hand Society. Among their remaining core scrolls, I discovered records about dragon bones and Qi."

Ye Feng took a sip of tea, feeling the lingering fragrance on his lips and teeth.

He put down his teacup and looked candidly at Xu Wenwu and his wife: "After extensive investigation, the clues point to two legendary secret realms."

Tarot and Kunlun.

"As far as I know, the Gate of Kunlun opened not long ago, and it won't open again for another ten years. Therefore, I'd like to go to the Tarot first."

"The reason I've come to visit is to meet Ms. Yingli. She was once the Dragon Envoy of Tarot and is the most powerful guardian of Tarot in modern times. I hope to learn some specific details about Tarot from her."

"Tarot?"

A genuine look of surprise flashed in Xu Wenwu's eyes. He hadn't expected Ye Feng's target to be there, and he was even more shocked that the other party knew so much about Ying Li's background in Tarot.

At this moment, a gentle and clear voice rang out from behind Ye Feng: "Your Holiness, forgive my intrusion, but how did you know I came from Tarot?"

Ye Feng turned his head at the sound and saw a woman dressed in an elegant cheongsam, with a temperament as graceful as an orchid in a secluded valley, walking towards him. It was Ying Li.

She looked at Ye Feng, her eyes filled with inquiry and caution.

Ye Feng smiled calmly, giving an answer that would dispel any doubts from anyone who knew the inside story: "Because I am the next Supreme Mage appointed by the Supreme Sanctuary. This identity explains why I know so many secrets. What do you think, Ms. Yingli?"

"What?!"

Xu Wenwu and Ying Li exclaimed almost simultaneously, their faces filled with disbelief.

For these ancient powers with long-standing traditions, the Pope may represent a powerful new force and faith, but the Sorcerer Supreme and Kamar-Taj, which he protects, are the truly ancient traditions that maintain the security of the Earth dimension and hold a transcendent status.

The impact and credibility of this identity far surpasses that of the former.

"It was we who were rude."

"I never imagined that His Holiness the Pope would be the successor to the Sorcerer Supreme."

Yingli was the first to come to her senses, her tone becoming more respectful, and the last trace of doubt in her heart vanished.

Given Ye Feng's identity, it's highly unlikely he came with malicious intent.

The lineage of the Supreme Master, along with entities like Tarot and Kunlun that protect the Earth's fundamental forces, have been natural allies throughout history.

"I wonder—what exactly is Your Majesty's purpose in seeking the Tarot?"

Yingli sat down next to Xu Wenwu and asked softly. She had watched the footage of Ye Feng fighting against Valak and Wu Xinmo, and knew that the level of power they displayed was probably far beyond what Tarot could handle.

Even the guardian dragon might not be a match for it. What could Tarot possibly have to offer that it could possibly be?

"To be honest, I've come here for the foundation of the Tarot tradition—the cultivation system called 'Qi'."

"You two should know to some extent that I have always been committed to guiding and promoting the rational development and rise of extraordinary powers."

"Tarot, a gentle and introspective practice that focuses on developing the human body's own potential and resonating with natural energy, is precisely the core cornerstone of the future universal spiritual practice system that I envision."

Ye Feng told him frankly.

"I see--"

Yingli suddenly realized.

If Ye Feng had only been the Pope, she might have hesitated. But with the added identity of the future Supreme Mage, the rationality and legitimacy of his actions instantly rose to the strategic level of protecting the Earth.

Every major action taken by the Supreme Masters throughout history was inevitably linked to a deeper level of guardianship responsibility.

She couldn't help but think of the recent invasion of Hell, and her heart tightened. She tentatively asked, "May I ask Your Majesty, why are you so eager to spread your power? Is it because you foresee an unimaginable crisis that Earth is about to face?"

"Your hunch was right."

"A turbulent era is about to fully unfold, with extraordinary beings and events emerging one after another. All I can do is enhance the world's resilience and build up sufficient strength for Earth before this all-encompassing wave fully erupts."

"Even the Dragon Scale Gate of Tarot is not absolutely safe. The sealed Soul-Devouring Beast will eventually break free of its restraints. And the terrifying dimension suppressed beneath Mount Kunlun is also stirring with restlessness."

Ye Feng's words struck Ying Li's heart like a heavy hammer, instantly turning her face pale.

As a former Dragon Envoy, she was naturally aware of the hidden dangers of these seals, but she never imagined that the crisis would be so imminent.

"Besides hoping to learn from the Qi cultivation system, I have another request when I seek out Tarot: I hope Tarot can become the headquarters of the Sanctuary, or rather, one of the important strongholds of the future Earth's Extraordinary Alliance."

"I can assist Tarot in completely eliminating the threat of the Soul-Eating Beasts. At the same time, we can form a mutually supportive alliance with Kunlun to jointly suppress the dimensional threats emanating from them and ensure the safety of Earth's interior."

Xu Wenwu sipped his tea silently to the side, without saying a word.

He had limited knowledge of the high-level secrets involving dimensions and seals, but he trusted his wife's judgment.

Yingli remained silent for a long time, seemingly digesting the enormous amount of information and weighing the pros and cons.

Finally, she raised her head, her eyes hardening: "I understand, Your Majesty. For both public and private reasons, Tarot cannot remain uninvolved. I will do my best to help you contact Tarot."

"Although I have already left, there are still some connections within the clan. I will inform you as soon as I receive a definite reply from them."

"Waiting for good news."

Ye Feng raised his teacup, offering tea in lieu of wine, to Ying Li in a gesture of respect. He knew that the matter was already half successful.