“Master Jiang, this battle is extremely dangerous. You must be careful at every turn!” Master Hongye was deeply worried.
“If Master Jiang wins this battle, he’ll be famous across Southeast Asia and bring glory to our Chinese mystical arts community!”
But most people were excited, rubbing their fists and itching for action.
“That old turtle Wang Chongyan sure knows how to hide. Looks like I’ll have to pay the Guo family a visit first—kill a few people and smoke him out!” Jiang Tian said with a cold sneer.
“The Nanyang Guo family? We’ll escort Master Jiang there!”
“Yes! We must all witness this earth-shaking battle together!” Xu Wenjie and the others said excitedly.
Just then, Jiang Tian’s phone suddenly rang.
He answered, said a few words, and hung up. With a carefree smile, he said, “Never mind, no need for you all to escort me. They’re coming to pick me up!”
Everyone’s faces filled with anticipation.
Master Jiang was finally about to make his move!
“I’m afraid they’ve already figured out your true identity, haven’t they? Could Wang Chongyan be setting a trap?” Someone voiced nervously.
“So what? Before Master Jiang’s overwhelming power, all schemes and plots are nothing but garbage!” Others were full of confidence.
They say “the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind”—but this time, who was the real oriole?
…
Sitting in Li Xinyue’s car, Jiang Tian smiled and said, “Interesting. Didn’t you and President Yang think I wasn’t worthy of attending the Guo family’s birthday banquet? So why now…”
“Hehe, how could you not be worthy? You’re the crown prince of the Medicine King Group…” Li Xinyue said with a stiff smile.
“I stole Young Master Guo’s beloved. He wouldn’t want to harm me, would he?” Jiang Tian said meaningfully.
Li Xinyue was startled but pretended nothing was wrong, forcing a light smile. “Hehe, Jiang Tian, what kind of joke is that? The Guo family is a legitimate business family. How could they harm anyone?”
…
The Guo family patriarch was named Guo Shihai. Nearly a hundred years old, yet he still stood ramrod straight with a voice like a bell.
Today the Guo household had double happiness—first, it was his 99th birthday, and second, it was the engagement day of his granddaughter Guo Lili to Wang Chongyan’s great-grandson Wang Zhibo.
And that was Wang Chongyan—the National Master of Singapore, like a retired emperor. Even the Prime Minister had to show him deference.
In Singapore’s high society, in the eyes of countless tycoons and high officials, Wang Chongyan was like a deity. So Guo Shihai felt immensely honored.
Guo Shihai wore a brand-new red-lined black longevity-patterned satin mandarin jacket, a top-quality jade thumb ring on his finger, standing energetically at the main gate to welcome guests.
He was the birthday celebrant and shouldn’t have needed to stand at the gate personally, but tonight’s guest was his fifth son’s superior—Deputy Commissioner Li of the Singapore Police Department.
It sounded like a commissioner, but that was just how Singapore’s system worked—everyone called it that. In Chinese terms, it would be a vice-ministerial-level official.
Old Master Guo Shihai had understood one principle since the Republican era: no matter how the world changes, currying favor with those who hold guns in their hands is always the right move.
The moon was bright and the stars sparse, lights shining brilliantly. From the vast European-style manor came the elegant sound of piano music—a master pianist invited from Croatia was passionately playing “Flight of the Bumblebee.”
Guests crowded the lawn like clouds—tycoons, magnates, society ladies, and celebrities appeared one after another, including many political figures.
Men in suits and leather shoes, women with exquisite makeup. Some danced ballroom dances, others held champagne, conversing and greeting each other politely.
In the parking lot outside, luxury cars packed like rain—Maseratis, Rolls-Royce Phantoms, and more. Mercedes and BMWs seemed ordinary. Altogether they were worth hundreds of millions—enough to hold a major auto show.
Looking back at his vast European-style manor, Guo Shihai couldn’t help feeling a surge of pride.
He had bought this manor from a down-and-out British aristocrat back in the day. It covered over two hundred mu, with Roman columns, grand arches, and marble construction—truly magnificent.
Back in the British colonial era, people without noble titles weren’t even allowed to live in places like this. Capitalism really was better.
The weather outside was a bit hot. The eighth concubine brought over a glass of iced tea and fanned him with a small folding fan, urging, “Old Master, go inside and wait. Who knows when Commissioner Li will arrive!”
“What do you know, woman?” Guo Shihai frowned and scolded her, waiting patiently.
A low-key black Audi A6 drove into the parking lot. The driver got out and opened the rear door. A middle-aged man in a black-blue police uniform stepped out, adjusted his collar, and suddenly saw Old Master Guo standing at the entrance. He quickly stepped forward and exclaimed, “Old Sir, how can this be? You’re putting this junior to shame!”
Guo Shihai smiled warmly. “Not at all, not at all. This old one failed to welcome you from afar. I hope Commissioner Li will forgive me!”
Deputy Commissioner Li laughed. “The birthday star jests! Someone bring my birthday gift!”
An orderly brought over a box and opened it—inside was a pair of Ming Dynasty Chenghua-era doucai chicken cup sets. Worth at least several million Singapore dollars.
“Commissioner Li, I’m already endlessly grateful that you could grace my humble home. How could I accept such an extravagant gift? How could I bear it?”
“You can bear it, you can bear it! Your fifth son and I are good brothers—you are my elder!”
Commissioner Li and Guo Shihai walked in hand in hand. Li smiled and said, “Even the Prime Minister praises you as Singapore’s industrial titan and economic pillar, making indelible contributions to Singapore’s economic takeoff!”
As they passed the main gate, several police officers arranged by the Guo family’s fifth son snapped to attention and shouted in unison, “Salute!”
Commissioner Li’s arrival pushed the birthday banquet to a new climax.
The courtyard had people from all walks of life—tycoons and high officials, gang leaders, cultural celebrities, stars and models. The vast lawn was full of guests eating Western pastries, drinking champagne, and occasionally dancing a ballroom dance.
The courtyard buzzed with voices—music, conversation, and laughter rising and falling endlessly. Commissioner Li was ushered into the banquet hall, where the feast differed from the Western buffet outside.
It was a complete Manchu-Han Imperial Feast customized by the Millennium Hotel. The old master was nostalgic and loved this style—each table was worth over a hundred thousand.
Looking at the large “Longevity” character hanging above the main hall door, Commissioner Li joked, “You should add a ‘Joy’ character too. The Guo and Wang families joining in marriage—a powerful alliance that shook all of Singapore!”
At this moment, everyone turned their eyes to a young man seated among them, their gazes full of respect.
He was in his early thirties, wearing a blue mandarin jacket, with an extraordinary bearing—ethereal and transcendent, like an immortal from the heavens.
Wang Zhibo, Wang Chongyan’s great-grandson!
He had already received Wang Chongyan’s true teachings and lived up to expectations. Before thirty, his martial arts had reached the minor achievement of transformation—known as a Grandmaster. His mystical arts had also entered the Way—proficient in physiognomy, feng shui, Plum Blossom numerology, and more, with powers beyond mortal comprehension.
None of the many head-droppers, sorcerers, or kuman thong masters of Nanyang were his match. Now that Wang Chongyan was in seclusion, only a few top tycoons across Southeast Asia could summon him. He managed most affairs of the Singapore Chinese Association.
Across vast Singapore, he was known as the Young Grandmaster.
At this moment, he smiled with neither humility nor arrogance, cupped his hands slightly, and said, “I am Wang Zhibo. Greetings, Commissioner Li!”
“So this is the Wang family’s prodigy? Truly outstanding in appearance and bearing! Lili, Uncle must congratulate you—a talented man and beautiful woman, truly a perfect pair!”
Commissioner Li said with a smile.
The Wang family’s status was transcendent. Marrying Wang Zhibo was even more prestigious and honorable than marrying the Prime Minister’s son.
Beside him, Guo Lili wore a red backless evening gown, slender high heels, tall and graceful, her full bosom rising like a proud little princess. Hearing this, she smiled with a touch of shyness and said, “Thank you, Uncle Li!”
“Work hard to give us a big, chubby baby soon!” Commissioner Li laughed heartily.
“Yes, Zhibo and Lili, you two must work hard!” Guo Shihai liked this grandson-in-law more and more.
He was a martial arts expert and also proficient in some mystical arts. With such a powerful figure guarding them, who would dare provoke the Guo family in the future?
Through this marriage alliance with the Wang family, his vision was no longer limited to Singapore—he was looking across Southeast Asia, even planning for the Japanese and South Korean markets.
The hall was filled with laughter and harmony.
Beside them, Guo Changsheng sipped red wine and looked at Guo Lili with a cold sneer.
Little girl, that demon Jiang Tian is about to come crashing in, and you know nothing about it. This time, my father and I have arranged plenty of police and enforcers. Soon it’ll be up to us father and son to turn the tide. Then we’ll see who Grandfather values more…
…
The car arrived at the main gate of the Guo family manor and stopped.
Li Xinyue, who had been thinking it over and over, finally couldn’t control herself. Her face pale, she trembled and said, “Jiang Tian, don’t go in!”
“Why?” Jiang Tian had already pulled open the door, one foot already outside.
“Guo Changsheng wants to deal with you!”
Li Xinyue gritted her teeth and said, “They made me lure you here. I know I was wrong, but I was in a difficult position. If I didn’t do it, Yang Wenlun would fire me! Please leave quickly!”
Just then, Yang Wenlun also came out to welcome them. Hearing this, he was furious. “Li Xinyue, what nonsense are you spouting! Shut up! Jiang Tian, let’s go in quickly!”
“I know,” Jiang Tian said, stepping toward the Guo family mansion’s entrance.
“Then why aren’t you leaving? Don’t you know how terrifying the Guo family is?”
Li Xinyue hurriedly got out of the car and caught up, then suddenly realized. “Are you here to apologize? That’s good too. Did you bring that sachet? I’ll help you plead for mercy!”
“Just for those words, I’ll spare your life!” Jiang Tian said flatly.
“What did you say?” Yang Wenlun and Li Xinyue both looked at Jiang Tian with confusion.
Jiang Tian strode toward the entrance. Two police officers blocked his way and said coldly, “Sir, please show your invitation!”
“Guo Lili, you owe me ten billion. It’s time to pay up!”
Jiang Tian sneered coldly. Suddenly, the Dragon’s Roar Demonic Sound was unleashed. Sound waves surged wildly, and an overwhelmingly powerful aura swept in all directions.
Boom! It was as if a Category 18 hurricane had swept through. The stainless steel retractable gate warped and twisted, then directly shattered, tumbling outward like an iron dragon.
The sound waves crashed like stormy waves against the shore. The many guests on the vast lawn were thrown into chaos—the stainless steel buffet stations flew in all directions, leaving a scene of utter mess.
Several police officers nearby were sent flying seven or eight meters away, blood streaming from their seven orifices, unconscious.
