In Tianque City, Fan Chen was the Prince Charming, the object of affection for countless young women.

Aside from being from the city's wealthiest family, he was undeniably handsome and dashing. A man like jade, a prince without peer; it was no exaggeration.

Furthermore, having studied under Tianque City's top master, Lu Wentao, he had soared to become the number one expert of the younger generation in just a few short years.

All these factors combined were enough to describe him with a single word: perfect.

And yet, at this moment, Fan Chen's face was crimson and swollen, and his body was hooked up to various machines.

The doctor's diagnosis was that every single one of his ribs, along with eighty percent of the bones in his body, had been shattered. Upon his arrival at the hospital, the first question the doctor asked was whether the patient had been hit by a car, or if he had been run over completely.

The middle-aged man, Fan Chen's father, Fan Yuanjun, looked as if his eyes would split with rage. The veins on his forehead bulged like gruesome, terrifying centipedes.

Seeing his father, Fan Chen ripped off his oxygen mask, tears streaming down his face as he said weakly, "Dad, get revenge for me! You have to get revenge for me!"

"COUGH, COUGH..."

That short sentence nearly drained all of Fan Chen's strength.

After his son briefly explained the situation regarding Chen Yang, Fan Yuanjun quickly helped him put the oxygen mask back on and said in a low, heavy voice, "Endure it here for a little while. I'll have you transferred to the best private hospital to receive the best treatment."

"As for this revenge!" Fan Yuanjun said with a grim smile, "I will capture him alive and bring him before you!"

Fan Chen nodded, nodding vigorously. Even through the oxygen mask, one could see the cruel smile stretching across his lips.

Leaving the hospital room, Fan Yuanjun lit a cigar and dialed Lu Wentao's number.

With Fan Chen injured this badly, didn't his master owe him an explanation?

However, the call went unanswered.

He took a deep drag, the cigar sizzling as it burned, shrouding him in a thick cloud of smoke.

"Sir, smoking is not allowed here. Please put that out," a middle-aged nurse said, approaching him with a frown.

Fan Yuanjun glanced at her. "Are you talking to me?"

"Yes, you're the only one smoking here."

Fan Yuanjun brushed past her and walked away.

As he walked, he dialed another number. "Secretary Liu, inform King Kong from the Martial Association that I have a three-hundred-million-yuan business deal to discuss with him. Ask if he's interested."

"Also, investigate a man named Chen Yang from Shanyuan Residential Complex. I want to know every detail about him, including his current whereabouts."

After hanging up, Fan Yuanjun strode out of the hospital.

「...」

In the small square of Shanyuan Residential Complex, Liu Changzheng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, feeling like he was about to collapse.

That blasted girl, Liu Xuan... did she really have the audacity to seek an apprenticeship, knowing full well the man was the Nine Gates Admiral?

He couldn't decide if the girl was foolishly bold or genuinely sincere.

"Grandpa, look! Isn't this an amazing photo?" Liu Xuan said, holding up her phone with a triumphant look.

Liu Changzheng was still catching his breath, but a smile slowly spread across his face as he saw the picture on the phone. Many of the people around them were casting envious glances their way.

A photo with the Zhennan Prince, tsk tsk... One could almost say that as long as the Zhennan Prince remained in power, this photo was a powerful protective amulet, perhaps even a get-out-of-death-free card.

The smile on Liu Changzheng's face grew wider until he was grinning broadly. "Beautiful! Absolutely beautiful!" he roared with laughter.

"Go get it printed right now!"

"Sure thing."

Meanwhile, after returning home, Zhou Yufei went into the kitchen to prepare lunch for everyone. After this meal, they were scheduled to return to Lingjin City.

In front of the sofa, Chen Yang skillfully brewed some kung fu tea, his movements fluid and elegant.

Handing a cup to Ren Tong, Chen Yang asked, "Dad, you mentioned on the phone that you'd taken on a goddaughter. Where is she? It's been two days and I haven't seen her."

About half a year ago, Ren Tong had mentioned his goddaughter several times, his words filled with praise and obvious affection. Chen Yang was naturally happy to hear it; having someone to look after his father was a great relief. He had forgotten to ask about it yesterday, and it only occurred to him now that they were about to leave.

At the question, Ren Tong's expression visibly froze. His gaze flickered, and he quickly raised his teacup to his lips, as if to hide his unnatural expression.

"Oh, her? The company sent her on a business trip recently. She might not be back for ten or fifteen days," Ren Tong said with a laugh.

Chen Yang immediately knew something was wrong. Ren Tong was a terrible liar; the tells were obvious. Giving Yang Hu a pointed look, he asked with a smile, "I remember her name is Qi Xiang, right? She works at Haitong Securities?"

These words were, of course, meant for Yang Hu, a signal for him to use the information to quickly find out what was going on. Yang Hu immediately took out his phone and started typing.

"That's right!" Ren Tong nodded, then waved his hand dismissively. "Let's not talk about that. I have something for you! I'm afraid if I don't give it to you now, I might never get another chance."

With that, Ren Tong stood up and went upstairs.

He soon came back down cradling an antique wooden box. He placed it on the table and said, "The head of the orphanage gave this to me the day I took you in. He said it was lying right beside you when you were found."

"I reckon your parents must have left it for you."

In truth, the man in black had given him the wooden box, solemnly instructing him to hand it over to Chen Yang only when his abilities began to truly manifest.

Nine Gates Admiral, Zhennan Prince. Tier Fourteen, Ten Thousand Phenomena Senluo. An ability like that shouldn't be considered insignificant, right?

Seeing Chen Yang frown, Ren Tong smiled. "Whatever you're thinking, this is the only thing your parents left you besides your name! Besides, it's just an object. What's the harm in taking a look?"

As he spoke, Ren Tong opened the box.

Resting quietly on a bed of yellow silk was a rustic longsword. The scabbard was intricately carved with flowers, birds, fish, insects, and some complex talismans. An aura of ancient history washed over them.

"Is this an antique?" Yang Hu asked, standing up to get a better look.

Ren Tong shook his head. "This sword is strange. An ordinary person can't even draw it."

"It's that bizarre?"

Looking skeptical, Yang Hu immediately lifted the sword from the box. Gripping the hilt, he gave it a tug.

It didn't budge.

Huh?

Yang Hu raised his eyebrows and pulled with greater force.

His face turned from beet red to purple. By now, Yang Hu was channeling the full extent of his Tier Ten strength.

And yet, the sword remained as immovable as if it were welded shut.

Unable to hide his embarrassment, Yang Hu grumbled, "This thing must be rusted shut, right?"

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