I raised stunning young ladies, but they all wanted to possess me.

She held a folding fan in her hand, with plum blossoms painted on its surface, and fanned herself with it every now and then.

This is Li Moyun, the founder of the Great Xia Superpower Research Institute. Half of the superpower theories in China originated from her.

Gu Yan felt a slight sweat on her back. Any one of these four could be a figure who could have his own biography in the history of martial arts in the Great Xia Dynasty.

Now four people are standing in a row, as if they've come to pick him up; this scene is outrageous.

The plump old lady, Zhou Guilan, was the first to speak, her voice booming like that of an opera singer.

"This must be Master Gu. Oh my, he's really handsome."

She looked Gu Yan up and down, her round face full of smiles, her eyes narrowed into slits.

"She looks much better than on TV. Her skin is so fair, and her features are so delicate."

"I've lived for over sixty years and I've never seen anyone more beautiful than you."

The tall, thin Zhao Tiegu didn't speak, but his gaze swept over Gu Yan from head to toe.

Then he nodded slightly, and the corner of his mouth twitched, which was considered his approval.

Gu Yan noticed his posture: his legs were slightly apart and his center of gravity was low. This was the way he stood in the military, a posture he hadn't changed in decades.

Shen Tieyi stroked his beard, his eyes shining like two stars, and spoke slowly.

"The Imperial Jade lives up to its name; its grandeur is extraordinary, and its future is limitless."

"I've met a few geniuses when I was young, but none of them are as good as you."

Li Moyun fanned himself with a folding fan. The sound was not loud but very clear, and his eyes behind his glasses seemed to be able to see through a person's bones.

"Seeing is believing; Master Gu is even more outstanding than the rumors suggest."

"I heard that you killed twenty-eight Bone Eaters and one Iron Clan elite all by yourself in the secret realm."

"That's a near-A-level beast. It's remarkable that you, a mere B-level creature, could fight it like this."

Gu Yan took a deep breath, bowed slightly to the four elders, and spoke with respect.

"You flatter me, seniors. I'm just an ordinary person, nothing special."

"Those strange beasts were only alive because of luck and the knife they had; otherwise, they would have died long ago."

Zhou Guilan waved her hand, her face shaking with laughter.

"Oh my, so modest? These days, young people aren't like you."

"I've lived this long and met so many people, you're really something."

"He's humble and composed, talented yet unassuming—a promising talent."

She turned her head and glanced at Zhao Tiegu, raising her chin slightly.

"Old blockhead, don't you think so? Say something!"

When she called Zhao Tiegu "Old Wooden Head," his lips twitched slightly, whether in a smile or a sigh, it was hard to tell.

"Hmm, not bad." Two words, sparing with words.

But to hear the word "not bad" from this person is already a very high compliment.

It is said that when he was assessing the Imperial Guards, he was ranked first in the entire army but only received a "fair" grade.

Fu Wanqing ran up from behind, her long pink hair fluttering in the morning breeze.

She ran to Gu Yan's side, took a breath, and smiled at the four worshippers.

"Hello, grandpas and grandmas, thank you for your hard work today."

Zhou Guilan held Fu Wanqing's hand, her eyes disappearing with laughter.

"Wanqing is getting more and more beautiful. Her complexion has improved since she's been by Master Gu's side."

"Look at you, your face is all rosy, you look much more energetic than when you were in Jinghai."

Fu Wanqing smiled and withdrew her hand, not responding to the conversation.

Fu Yunshu walked over, glanced at everyone, and spoke softly, but everyone fell silent.

"Let's go, don't delay on the road, we need to get to Shanglu before dark."

Everyone got into the cars, and the convoy slowly started moving, driving out of the Fu family's gate.

People on the street made way for the entourage, wondering which important person was traveling.

A dozen or so cars were lined up in a row, their police lights off, but their presence was even more intimidating than if they had the lights on.

After the convoy turned onto the highway, Gu Yan truly felt the power of these modified cars.

The engine sound was deep and powerful, not the hum of an ordinary car, but a rumble like muffled thunder.

The acceleration was extremely fast; when merging from the ramp onto the main road, the speed instantly increased from 60 to nearly 200 km/h.

The scenery outside the window turned into blurry shadows, with trees and lampposts rushing past.

Gu Yan leaned back in her seat and could feel the car body firmly planted on the ground, without any sense of floating.

The suspension effectively filters out road bumps, making it feel like gliding on flat ground.

Fu Wanqing sat next to her and pointed to a row of buttons on the dial, saying something.

"These cars can go up to 350 km/h, and Grandma said that was enough, so she didn't modify them."

"If we modify everything, we can get over 400 km/h, but it will consume too much fuel and it's not worth it."

Gu Yan's lips twitched. Three hundred and fifty is enough? That's easy for you to say.

The speed limit on a regular highway is 120 km/h, but this convoy more than doubled that.

But no law enforcement vehicles stopped them on the road, because the bulge on the roof of the car was constantly reporting to the authorities.

Every few minutes, a signal is sent out to report the location, speed, and estimated arrival time.

The road was cleared of traffic lights all the way, and toll booths along the route were all opened ahead of time, so there was no need to slow down.

Gu Yan looked out the car window and saw the wheels of the cars in front of her gleaming coldly as they spun at high speed.

Those specially made tires didn't budge at speeds of over 200 km/h, their grip was ridiculously strong.

Shen Tieyi's slow, leisurely voice came through the communicator, tinged with a hint of emotion.

"This train is very comfortable, much better than the old green trains I used to ride."

Zhou Guilan's voice immediately exploded, loud as thunder.

"You're one to talk! Back then, you took a green-skinned train to the Northwest for three days and three nights, and your legs were swollen by the time you got there."

"Now it's all good, it only takes four hours to get from Shanglu to Jinghai, and you're still not satisfied?"

Zhao Tiegu coldly interjected.

"Four hours isn't a short time; it's enough for me to do two sets of boxing."

Li Moyun chuckled softly and fanned himself twice with his fan.

"All you did was punch, you didn't say a word the whole way, I thought you were asleep."

Zhao Tiegu did not reply, but a soft hum came from the communicator.

Gu Yan couldn't help but smile as she listened to the four old people bickering.

Fu Wanqing, sitting next to her, also covered her mouth and chuckled secretly.

The convoy continued speeding along, the scenery outside the window changing from fields to hills, and from hills to towns.

One car after another was left behind by them, and some drivers didn't even have time to react before their cars had already passed them.

Gu Yan leaned back in her seat, watching the speedometer needle on the dashboard steadily hover around 230.

At this speed, it's enough to get to Shanghai, let alone the South China Sea.

He closed his eyes, pondering what to do after arriving in Shanglu.

First, go see Grandpa, then go to the Chen family to see Cecilia, and then find an opportunity to negotiate with Chen Sinian.

Fu Yunshu agreed to help him arrange his trip abroad, but he couldn't rely entirely on others.

We also need to have a backup plan; we can't let others completely control Grandpa's schedule.

The wind howled past the window, and the convoy sped along the highway like a long black dragon.

Sunlight streamed in through the car window, falling warmly on Gu Yan's face.

We're getting closer and closer to Shanglu.