Wu Moling's heart surged, and she still had not recovered from her shock.
The complete Spirit Mountain Immortal Art she now practiced and the incomplete art she had once possessed were as far apart as clouds and mud.
Although Wu Moling was only at Middle Body Refinement, her strength now rivaled that of an ordinary Late Body Tempering Stage expert.
What did the Late Body Tempering Stage mean? One step further lay the Houtian Realm, which looked down upon all other contenders in the ancient martial arts world-the realm of the so-called grandmasters!
With such strength, Wu Moling's confidence multiplied. She was now confident she could keep Ji Yaoguang safe.
Yet as her strength grew, so did her reverence and fear of Lin Fei.
He could casually impart an art the Shaman Clan had sought in vain for thousands of years and raise her cultivation to greater heights. The more she thought about it, the more terrifying it became.
Lin Fei paid no attention to Wu Moling's thoughts. Instead, he leisurely sipped tea beside the stone table in the courtyard.
Before long, Ji Yaoguang's red Ferrari drove into the courtyard and stopped.
With a bang, the car door was slammed shut. Both Ji Yaoguang and Ji Chongwei looked grim and deeply subdued.
Earlier, after failing to reach an agreement with Song Hao, they had sought out Song Qingyun and even the Song Family's patriarch, Song Lantian.
Yet the entire Song Family were jackals of the same hill. They clearly believed they had the Ji Family at their mercy this time!
Unable to hold back, Ji Yaoguang had angrily brought up the kindness the Ji Family had shown them years ago. But the Song Family remained unmoved, even calling it a matter of stale sesame seeds and rotten grain. With an air of sanctimonious righteousness, Song Lantian had gone so far as to say they could have toyed with the Ji Family to death, and their willingness to arrange a marriage now was the greatest help they could offer.
"This is the only way we can repay your Ji Family's kindness. If you refuse to appreciate it, so be it. You can't blame me." That was essentially the Song Family patriarch's attitude. He had adopted a lofty posture, as though dispensing alms to a beggar.
Lin Fei knew nothing of what had happened earlier, but the sight of the Ji father and daughter immediately made him frown.
Especially when he saw Ji Yaoguang's reddened eyes, as though she had been crying, killing intent rose within him.
For a moment, a cold wind swept murderously through the courtyard, and leaves withered and fell.
Lin Fei took a deep breath and suppressed his killing intent before asking Ji Yaoguang in a low voice, "What happened?"
Ji Yaoguang forced a smile and shook her head wearily. "Nothing. I'm a little tired. I'll go rest for a while," she said, her voice strained.
After she left, Lin Fei immediately turned to Ji Chongwei.
Ji Chongwei gave a bitter smile, sat down opposite Lin Fei, and recounted what had happened.
After hearing the whole story, Lin Fei's eyes blazed with a cold light.
"Nothing but ants. Whether they live or die is decided by a single thought of mine," Lin Fei said coldly, paying no heed whatsoever to the colossal Song Family.
Ji Chongwei was momentarily tongue-tied. He felt as though an enormous gulf separated their worldviews.
But on further thought, how could an immortal who had lived so long possibly think like an ordinary person?
Just as Ji Chongwei began worrying that Lin Fei might simply slaughter the entire Song Family, Lin Fei frowned. "That won't do."
On second thought, he realized he should not strike rashly. Otherwise, he would beat the grass and startle the snake, and whoever in the Bai family harbored evil intentions toward Ji Yaoguang would go into hiding and never expose themselves.
Ji Chongwei's heart turned to dead ashes, and he sighed heavily.
If even Lin Fei could do nothing, then it seemed the Ji Group was facing its end this time.
To his surprise, however, Lin Fei suddenly smiled. "Is the Song Family the sole supplier monopolizing this type of chip in all of Huaxia?"
"Well..." Ji Chongwei hesitated briefly before saying, "Not actually. Strictly speaking, the Huashun Chip controlled by the Yao Family, the wealthiest family in the southwest, is technologically more advanced."
He shook his head with a bitter smile and sighed again. "Unfortunately, it's one of the Yao Family's core technologies. They also have their own complete industrial chain and never sell it outside."
Although the Ji Family had vast holdings, Ji Chongwei was not so full of himself as to think even the Yao Family would do them a favor.
Yet to his surprise, Lin Fei's smile grew more knowing. "It seems the Yao Family has done fairly well in the mortal world."
Ji Chongwei abruptly raised his head and stared at Lin Fei in shock. "Young friend, you..."
Without waiting for him to continue, Lin Fei nodded calmly. "The Yao Family has followed me for over four thousand years."
Ji Chongwei shuddered, momentarily unable to speak.
"Rest assured. Leave this matter to me." Lin Fei sipped his tea leisurely, his expression serene.
His air of having everything well in hand deeply affected Ji Chongwei. Reassured, Ji Chongwei was then overcome with joy. "Young friend, you're helping our Ji Family escape such a predicament. I truly don't know how to thank you!"
Lin Fei looked up at the drifting clouds and murmured, "It's a trifling matter. Don't dwell on it."
He quietly finished his cup of tea before making a phone call.
Far away at a factory in Germany, Yao Zhicheng's aged face filled with delighted surprise the moment he saw the caller ID.
"Heavenly Venerable, what can I do for you?" Though Yao Zhicheng's tone was full of respect and humility, he could not conceal his excitement and delight.
What would people think if they saw the wealthiest man in the southwest react this way?
"I need a small favor," Lin Fei said mildly.
"Immortal Venerable, give your orders. I would not refuse even if it meant ten thousand deaths!" Yao Zhicheng declared resolutely, as though prepared to march heroically to his death.
Lin Fei was briefly speechless, then shook his head with a smile. "It's nothing that dramatic."
He explained the Yao Family's circumstances in detail and made it clear that he only needed to purchase a batch of Huashun Chips.
"Well..." Yao Zhicheng was somewhat taken aback.
"Is that not possible?" Lin Fei asked calmly.
"That's not it." Yao Zhicheng rubbed his nose in embarrassment. "I just didn't expect it to be such a small matter."
He had thought the Heavenly Venerable was about to entrust him with some important task...
But on reflection, that made sense. If it truly were something important, how could the Yao Family possibly be of any help to the Heavenly Venerable?
Yao Zhicheng hurriedly asked how many were needed so he could make preparations early.
Outsiders probably never would have dreamed that Yao Zhicheng would so readily agree to sell the Huashun Chips the Yao Family treasured so dearly. Not only that, he had not even mentioned the price...
After hearing the large quantity Lin Fei requested, Yao Zhicheng did a quick calculation, then said somewhat sheepishly, "Heavenly Venerable, that's quite a large quantity. You may have to wait a little longer."
Yao Zhicheng said he was currently at the factory in Germany. Production could be completed in roughly half a month, after which he would bring the chips back to the country and sign a contract with the Ji Family immediately.
Lin Fei casually thanked him, and Yao Zhicheng hurriedly said, "Heavenly Venerable, please don't thank me! Such thanks are more than I deserve! Serving you is the Yao Family's greatest honor."
Lin Fei said no more to him and soon hung up.
Time slipped away like sand flowing between one's fingers, vanishing in an instant.
In the blink of an eye, dusk had arrived.
Just as dinner was being prepared at the Su Family villa, an uninvited guest arrived.
Meng Zhe stood arrogantly outside the door and shouted, "Ji Yaoguang, open the door! Young Master Song sent me to give you something!"
At those words, Ji Yaoguang immediately recalled the humiliation she had suffered that day and clenched her teeth.
Was a plucked phoenix truly worse than a chicken? Even a third-rate wastrel like Meng Zhe dared to clamor at her door now?!