The sound of Chen Fan and the others' conversation reached Ling Yu's ears, and he gradually understood what was going on, unable to contain his joy.

Just when he thought there was no way out, a new opportunity emerged from the shadows.

He had been worried that if Chen Fan found out he was hiding right under his nose, things would get complicated.

After all, even his master was no match for Chen Fan. If Chen Fan wanted to take the Yellow Sand Tower from his master, it wouldn't be difficult.

But just at the critical moment, the Song Family and the Revival Association members showed up, and from what he gathered from his master's conversation, their strength was formidable. Two Celestial Realm Martial Artists had come, and even his master wasn't confident in defeating either of them.

Yet, Chen had the audacity to wait here for them, intending to face them alone.

"Chen Fan, should I commend your bravery or say you're ignorant of the danger you face?"

Ling Yu sneered.

Clearly, the Song Family members were here to settle scores with Chen. Chen had killed Song Gang of the Song Family and John of the Revival Association, and neither faction would rest until they had their revenge.

He might have a slim chance if he fled, but if he stayed, death was certain!

As for who revealed the true identity of the culprit to the Song Family, it was none other than himself!

Ling Yu's face showed a look of satisfaction. If not for fearing he'd arouse his master's suspicion outside, he would've laughed out loud.

You may be powerful, Chen, but in the end, I'm the one who came out on top.

If he had been driven away by Shen Si and left without a second thought, he would have fallen by Chen's hand today, had his Martial Arts abolished, and spent the rest of his life as a cripple.

But he persisted, eavesdropping on snatches of conversation from the corner, then sent people everywhere to gather more details, eventually piecing together the truth and quietly informing the Song Family.

Sure enough, the Song Family responded quickly, which was like a lifesaver to him right now!

"Chen, I'll sit here and watch you die!" Ling Yu sneered inwardly, relaxing as he sat on the grass, quietly waiting.

Shi Tao could actually sense the commotion in the Yellow Sand Tower.

Noticing Ling Yu suddenly calming down, his tension easing, he couldn't help but find it odd.

But soon he understood. Ling Yu must have thought that if the Song Family killed Chen Fan, his own position would naturally improve, no longer fearing having his Martial Arts abolished.

"Ah, Xiaoyu, I have indeed been too lenient with you,"

Shi Tao sighed in his heart.

Even with things at this stage, there wasn't a hint of remorse in him, still hoping something ill would happen to Chen Fan, preferably at the hands of the Song Family.

If Chen Fan died, the fate of Shen Si and the others wouldn't be any better, and Jiangnan Sub-district Martial Arts Association might cease to exist from today.

Yet he never considered any of this, thinking only of himself.

"Forget it, once this matter is over, I must be ruthless in disciplining him, hoping there will still be a chance."

The elevator doors opened with a "ding," and they arrived at the floor housing the office of the President.

"Brother Chen, are we really just going to wait for them here?" Chang Fei asked.

They'd tried to persuade Chen Fan throughout the ride, to no avail.

"Yes."

Chen Fan nodded, glancing at the time, and said, "It'll be any moment now."

The others didn't know what to say, praying things wouldn't take a turn for the worse.

Meanwhile, in Jiangnan City.

Still in that basement, but there were many more people now, making the space feel cramped.

Jiang Tao sat on the floor, looking at the new faces, his own paling.

He wasn't stupid; he knew these were the Song Family and Revival Association members, the two blond, blue-eyed guys being the clearest proof.

"Is this Jiang Tao?"

A deep voice spoke, belonging to an elderly man in a long robe, his silver hair tied up with a hairpin.

He looked like someone from a feudal era.

In reality, he was indeed the Early Stage Celestial Realm Martial Artist sent by the Song Family, Song Daoquan.

"Yes, it's him, Seventh Ancestor." Song Wu answered nervously, bowing, not daring to meet his eyes.

And behind him, the Song Family's Fourth Brother and Fifth Brother didn't dare look up either, their bodies trembling.

Even for them, their impression of the family's ancestors came only from texts and images, never having seen one in person.

Now one stood right before them, their minds blank, finding it hard to breathe.

"Are you sure everything he said is true? Don't let yourselves be used as tools."

Song Daoquan said coldly.

He wasn't afraid of provoking someone he couldn't afford to.

The Martial Arts Association only had two Celestial Realm Martial Artists at best.

One had just broken through not long ago. To be fair, the kid was talented, reaching the Celestial Realm in his thirties.

But if it came to a fight, he could defeat him in one move, and kill him in three.

As for Elder Wang, being in the Mid Stage of Celestial Realm was indeed formidable.

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