Is This Difficult?

The next day, around two-thirty in the afternoon, Zhang Yong arrived at Ning Wangshu's home.

"Brother Ning, shall we head to the Blue Mountain Club now?" Zhang Yong asked.

Ning Wangshu gave a slight nod. "Alright, let's go."

With that, he followed Zhang Yong out the door and got into the other man's car...

About twenty minutes later, Zhang Yong drove them to the "Blue Mountain Club" on the outskirts of Linchuan City.

Though it was called a club, it was nothing like an ordinary one—it boasted not only an outdoor swimming pool and all sorts of leisure and entertainment facilities, but even a golf course!

After Zhang Yong led Ning Wangshu into the club, he directly took him to a very elegant private room.

Inside the room sat a man around fifty years old, with a deep, imposing presence that carried a sense of pressure. Behind him stood several bodyguards.

To his left sat a middle-aged man in his early forties, with a crew cut, dressed in a black training suit, his eyes sharp and predatory like a hawk's.

"Manager Song, this is Brother Ning, the one I mentioned to you before! Brother Ning, this is Manager Song..." Zhang Yong quickly made the introductions.

Seeing Ning Wangshu follow Zhang Yong in, Manager Song couldn't help but furrow his brow slightly.

The middle-aged man seated to his left glanced at Ning Wangshu, then let out a light chuckle before turning to Manager Song. "Manager Song, you don't actually think this wet-behind-the-ears kid can handle Wu Shengtian, do you?"

Manager Song was clearly hesitant, his expression turning somewhat displeased as he looked at Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong hadn't gone into detail about Ning Wangshu's background before, and now, seeing that Ning Wangshu looked no more than twenty, he was obviously skeptical.

Seeing this, Zhang Yong quickly explained, "Manager Song, Brother Ning may be young, but his abilities are truly beyond mortal comprehension!"

"Like I told you before, I saw with my own eyes how Brother Ning destroyed an Evil Spirit with just a snap of his fingers. And the Talismans he gave me easily wiped out no fewer than twenty or thirty Evil Spirits!"

"Brother Ning truly possesses heaven-reaching skills!"

Hearing this, before Manager Song could respond, the middle-aged man sneered, "Setting aside whether what you're saying is true or false, even if he can destroy Evil Spirits, those tricks of his might not work on martial artists like us."

"This time, we're not dealing with ordinary people or some Evil Spirit, but a true martial arts master! Wu Shengtian's cultivation has already reached the Xiantian Realm. Even I wouldn't dare say I have much certainty in handling him."

"And this kid—he's still wet behind the ears. How high could his cultivation be? Bringing him along for support... Hehe, if you ask me, it's pure suicide!"

Not knowing who this middle-aged man was or his relationship with Manager Song, Zhang Yong wanted to defend Ning Wangshu but didn't dare speak rashly, so he could only look at Ning Wangshu.

Manager Song, meanwhile, was frowning deeply. He shot Zhang Yong a displeased glance, as if suspecting Zhang Yong was messing with him.

He was looking for a true expert, not some greenhorn.

Ning Wangshu took in everyone's reactions, couldn't help but smile wryly, and glanced at the middle-aged man. "So what if it's the Xiantian Realm? Since when is a person's cultivation strength judged by their age and appearance?"

"Xiantian or not, it's nothing special."

The middle-aged man immediately sneered, "Ha, what big talk! You young people really don't know your limits, daring to dismiss the Xiantian Realm!"

"You probably don't even know how strong a Xiantian expert really is, do you?"

Ning Wangshu smiled. "I don't know what this so-called Xiantian expert you're talking about is, but in my eyes, whether it's your Xiantian expert or an ordinary person, there's no difference."

Ning Wangshu truly didn't understand how Earth's martial artists divided their cultivation realms, but to him, it really didn't matter.

"Arrogant!"

Hearing Ning Wangshu spout such nonsense, the middle-aged man let out a cold snort.

"Today, I'll show you, a junior, what a Xiantian expert really is! So you won't be so ignorant, thinking that a few tricks for exorcising Evil Spirits let you look down on Xiantian Realm martial artists!"

"To a Xiantian expert, no matter how tough an ordinary person is, they're nothing—no matter how many come."

With that, he lightly pressed his palm down on the solid wood coffee table in front of him.

The next moment, when he withdrew his hand, a palm print over half an inch deep was left on the table!

Seeing this, Manager Song, the bodyguards behind him, and even Zhang Yong all gasped, eyes wide in disbelief as they stared at the middle-aged man.

After a long moment, Manager Song finally snapped out of it. He took a deep breath, his eyes filled with shock and admiration.

Then, looking at the middle-aged man, he said joyfully, "Master Hu is truly formidable! This is solid wood, yet Master Hu left such a deep print with just his bare hand!"

"With Master Hu here, I finally have some confidence in this dispute with the Qi Family!"

Hearing this, Hu Guangji revealed a proud expression and smiled slightly. "Manager Song flatters me. I only used less than thirty percent of my strength."

"But, as I said just now, the Wu Shengtian the Qi Family has brought in is no pushover—he's a Xiantian Realm expert like me."

"When we actually fight, I can't say for sure how confident I am. I can only give it a try!"

Watching Hu Guangji's smug demeanor, Ning Wangshu couldn't help but chuckle. He simply stepped forward and lightly pressed his palm on the solid wood coffee table as well.

Seeing Ning Wangshu's move, everyone was startled, looking at him with some confusion, unsure what he was up to.

At that moment, Ning Wangshu glanced at Hu Guangji and said with a faint smile, "Is this really that hard?"

With that, he lifted his palm.

When Hu Guangji and Manager Song and the others saw Ning Wangshu raise his palm, and the solid wood coffee table likewise bore a deep palm print—one where even the fingerprints were clearly visible and the surface was perfectly smooth—they were instantly stunned.

Hu Guangji's brows furrowed slightly. He clearly hadn't expected Ning Wangshu to achieve this level, and even leave a palm print deeper and more distinct than his own.

Then he gave a light snort, thinking to himself: "This kid does have some skill. To reach this level, even if he hasn't entered Innate, he can't be far off."

"At such an age to have this kind of cultivation, no wonder he dares to be so arrogant."

"But I only used less than thirty percent of my strength just now. This kid has probably already gone all out, hasn't he? If I used my full strength, that single palm strike would have been enough to punch straight through this coffee table!"

Although Ning Wangshu's display had surprised Hu Guangji considerably, he didn't believe Ning Wangshu's strength could compare with his own.

As for Manager Song, after his initial surprise, he immediately felt a surge of delight.

To him, the more experts of this caliber, the better—each one added another layer of security.

So he promptly changed his attitude, clapped his hands with a beaming smile, and praised, "I never expected Young Brother to possess such strength. This Humble One truly underestimated you just now!"

"Come, come, Young Brother, please have a seat!"

Seeing the sudden warmth from the other party, Ning Wangshu gave a faint smile. He didn't put on airs and casually sat down to the side.

Watching this, Zhang Yong also breathed a quiet sigh of relief, a hint of joy in his heart.

Ning Wangshu had already won Manager Song's approval. So regardless of whether Ning Wangshu could ultimately truly help Manager Song, at the very least, he had left a good impression on him!

That two million in travel expenses had already been money well spent...