One person: He secluded himself for eighty years and cured Tian Jinzhong.

Chapter 23 Stopping the Old Celestial Master? Have you always been this brave?

Beijing, headquarters building of the World Society.

The usually bustling office building was unusually quiet at this moment, even exuding a sense of solemnity.

Top floor, president's office.

Feng Zhenghao stood with his hands behind his back in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the bustling city of Beijing below.

The wine glass in my hand swirls gently.

His inner world was far more complex than it appeared on the surface.

The afterglow of the setting sun reflected off his glasses, obscuring his eyes.

Behind him, siblings Feng Xingtong and Feng Shayan stood solemnly.

"Xing Tong".

Feng Zhenghao spoke slowly, his voice low and deep: "How's your comprehension of the complete 'Spirit Binding and Commanding' technique that Senior Su passed down to you these past two days?"

Feng Xingtong stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with unprecedented confidence:

"Father, I've mastered seventy percent of it. That domineering power that can forcibly devour spirits and turn them into one's own... is simply incomparable to the incomplete version from the Wang family! I now feel that what I learned before was utter garbage."

"it is good."

Feng Zhenghao suddenly turned around, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.

That moment of power was like a hungry wolf that had been holding back for years finally baring its fangs:

"Our Feng family has been the Wang family's dogs for so many years, suffering so much humiliation."

"To survive, I have no choice but to grovel before that old scoundrel Wang Ai, and even make you fawn over that good-for-nothing Wang Bing!"

As he said this, Feng Zhenghao clenched his fists so tightly they cracked.

"dad......"

Feng Shayan looked at her father with some heartache.

But tonight, it will all be over.

Feng Zhenghao took a deep breath, straightened his tie, and resumed his usual ruthless and domineering demeanor:

"Senior Su has given us this opportunity, so we must seize it!"

"Pass on my order! Three hundred elite troops from the World Alliance, depart immediately and surround Drunken Immortal Pavilion!"

"Remember, tonight we have only one stance—to follow Senior Su's lead!"

"Even if it means tearing a hole in the sky, even if it means making an enemy of the entire Ten Elders Society, I, Feng Zhenghao, will gamble!"

"yes!!"

Feng Xingtong and Feng Shayan responded in unison, their voices filled with murderous intent.

Feng Zhenghao looked at the darkening sky outside the window, a cruel smile curling at the corner of his lips:

"Wang Ai, you want my spirit-summoning skills? Tonight, I'll show you what true... spirit possession really means!"

......

Wang Ye's villa.

Compared to the tense and deadly atmosphere of the World Society, the atmosphere here is more like a beauty pageant...

"No, no, Zhang Chulan, this suit is too big for you. You look like an insurance salesman."

Su Wuxian sat on the sofa, looking at Zhang Chulan who was showing off in front of the mirror with a look of disgust.

"Master, this is my most expensive outfit! It costs over two hundred!"

Zhang Chulan tugged at his sleeve, looking aggrieved.

"Shameful."

Su Wuxian turned to Wang Ye: "Little Wang Ye, take him to your dressing room. You two are about the same size, pick out a decent outfit. Tonight we're going to cause a ruckus, not sell financial products, so we have to make sure we're on point."

"Alright!"

Wang Ye led Zhang Chulan upstairs.

Ten minutes later.

When Zhang Chulan came down again, he looked completely refreshed.

Wearing a well-tailored bespoke black suit, paired with his fairly handsome face when he wasn't speaking, he actually exuded a somewhat refined yet roguish charm.

"Hmm, that looks much better."

Su Wuxian nodded in satisfaction, then his gaze fell on Feng Baobao beside him.

At this moment, Bao'er was also forced to change into a black women's suit.

She wore a pair of black Martin boots, and her long hair was tied in a high ponytail.

Her previously disheveled appearance was completely gone, replaced by a strikingly cool and dashing demeanor.

only......

She still gripped the rusty shovel tightly in her hand, refusing to let go.

"Sister Bao'er, can we not bring this shovel?" Zhang Chulan covered his face. "It doesn't match the suit."

"no."

Feng Baobao replied expressionlessly, "It's convenient. Good for burying people."

"Take it with you." Su Wuxian smiled, walked over and straightened Feng Baobao's collar. "This is our Bao'er's style. If anyone misbehaves tonight, you'll be in charge of digging a hole."

"Okay." Feng Baobao nodded obediently. After all, she had been given spicy strips, and her eyes were full of trust when she looked at Su Wuxian.

Of course, what she felt most was Su Wuxian's kindness.

"Senior brother, second senior brother, are you ready?"

Su Wuxian looked towards the doorway.

Zhang Zhiwei and Tian Jinzhong were already fully prepared.

Zhang Zhiwei was still dressed in his usual trench coat and sunglasses, looking every bit the boss.

To cooperate with the performance, Tian Jinzhong sat back in his wheelchair, with a blanket covering his legs and walnuts in his hands, looking like a harmless disabled old man.

But under that blanket, those legs, poised to strike, were probably already itching to kick someone.

"Is your phone fully charged?"

Su Wuxian asked Zhang Chulan.

"Fully loaded! And it's dual-camera setup! Guaranteed 360-degree live stream with no blind spots!" Zhang Chulan patted the miniature camera on his chest.

"very good."

Su Wuxian put on his sunglasses, a wicked smile curving his lips, and waved his hand:

"Set off!"

"Send the bell to the Wang family..."

......

Zuixianlou (Drunken Immortal Pavilion)

As a famous century-old brand in Beijing, Zuixianlou is not open to the public tonight.

The entire building has been booked.

At the entrance, two rows of Wang family disciples dressed in black Tang suits stood on either side, each with prominent temples, clearly skilled fighters.

There were also many people patrolling the surrounding streets, creating a suffocatingly oppressive atmosphere.

"They're here."

A member of the Wang family said in a low voice.

In the distance, two extended black vans slowly drove up and came to a steady stop at the entrance of Zuixianlou.

The car door opened.

Su Wuxian and his group came down.

The uniform black formal attire, combined with Zhang Zhiwei and Tian Jinzhong's weathered faces and Su Wuxian's nonchalant attitude, instantly created an extremely powerful aura.

Standing at the very front was the old Taoist master Zhang Zhiwei, who was wearing sunglasses.

On the left is Su Wuxian, who has a nonchalant expression on his face.

On the right is Tian Jinzhong, sitting in a wheelchair with his eyes darting around.

To Su Wuxian's left were Zhang Chulan, who looked nervous, and Feng Baobao, who was holding a shovel.

The one on the far right is Wang Ye, who is yawning.

Although there were only six people, they walked with the imposing presence of a thousand troops.

"stop!"

The Wang family disciple at the door reached out and stopped Zhang Zhiwei in the middle, his tone curt:

"The head of the family has ordered that, in order to ensure the safety of the banquet, all attendees must undergo a body search and surrender all weapons."

As he spoke, his gaze turned menacingly to the shovel in Feng Baobao's hand:

"Especially this one, we must keep it!"

Wang Ye, standing to the side, slapped his forehead, looking speechless.

"Brother, you stopped the Old Celestial Master? Have you always been this brave?"