Chapter 579: Chapter 579: I Will Make Her Pay the Price

After turning the ownerless jadeite over to the local police station, Su Qing didn’t give it another thought. Whether the owner was found or not, the matter had nothing to do with her. Her dorm mates, however, were incredibly curious. They spent days discussing the mystery of the jadeite’s owner and came up with a long list of guesses, but they could never pinpoint who it really belonged to.

No one would have guessed that the owner of the jadeite was, at this very moment, in Xiangcheng.

At that moment, in an apartment in Xiangcheng, a man sat cross-legged on a prayer cushion, staring intently at a piece of jadeite before him. A flash of hatred crossed his eyes.

For a moment, the room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

"Senior Brother." Just then, the apartment door opened, and a man in a cyan long gown walked in, carrying a takeout box. He called out to the man on the prayer cushion with a cheerful smile.

The man on the prayer cushion gave him an indifferent glance and asked coldly, "Those people who came to see you before, when are they coming next?"

"What, planning to make a move, Senior Brother?" the newcomer asked with a smile. He placed the takeout box on a nearby table and added, "Those people will be here tomorrow."

"Fine. Then tell them I’ve agreed to their request and will help them with this matter," the man on the prayer cushion said icily.

"Then how much do you plan to charge, Senior Brother?" the man in the cyan gown asked.

"I will discuss that with their leader in person. Have their decision-maker come directly to me. There are still some things I need to confirm."

"Senior Brother, we’ve been apprentice-brothers for years, and I, your junior, have always respected you." After hearing his senior brother’s words, the man in the cyan gown thought for a moment before speaking. "I feel that what you’re doing is somewhat reckless."

The man on the prayer cushion glanced at his junior brother, the rage in his eyes almost spilling from their sockets.

"Sigh, Senior Brother," the man in the cyan gown said with a sigh. "As far as the outside world is concerned, you’re already a dead man. And though your disciples and their followers are now missing, it’s clear they must have crossed the authorities. Think about it. A while back, every single one of those manors was shut down, and everything they were growing inside was wiped clean. If the authorities hadn’t made a move, do you think it could have been done so completely?"

The man on the prayer cushion remained silent. Seeing this, the man in the cyan gown continued, "Which means that with your disciples and their followers missing, they’re almost certainly dead. You have a new identity now, so why bother seeking revenge? I know you’re powerful, Senior Brother, but even you can’t fight an army alone. Besides, you’d be going up against the authorities. They made your people disappear without a sound, which proves they have some truly formidable experts in their employ. Otherwise, the job couldn’t have been done so flawlessly. Your disciples were no ordinary men, after all."

"Besides, you stashed away plenty of money overseas long ago. Weren’t your plans all set to go enjoy a life of luxury? Why the sudden change of heart about revenge?" The man in the cyan gown grumbled internally. ’My senior brother is nothing like the compassionate man the public perceived him to be. On the contrary, he’s as cold and heartless as they come. He took his own grandnephew as a disciple, but that was only because he wanted someone to support him in his old age. As long as they made money for him, he couldn’t be bothered with anything else. In fact, many of the tasks his senior brother couldn’t handle himself were pawned off on his disciples—or on me, his junior brother, to resolve.’

’Heh. Everyone in Xiangcheng said that he, Master Ning, was a greedy man with no principles. But in reality, the one who was truly without a bottom line was his "dear" senior brother, the once-revered Feng Shui Master of Xiangcheng, Master Wen.’

’Oh, that’s not right. Nowadays, Master Wen was infamous in Xiangcheng; his former pristine reputation was completely gone.’

’Heh. The entire city of Xiangcheng would probably never guess that the supposedly dead Master Wen had only faked his death. The "Master Wen" currently buried in the public cemetery was, in fact, just an unidentified body that had been cosmetically altered.’

CRACK! Master Wen slammed his hand down on the low table before him and roared, "The reputation I spent so many years painstakingly building has been destroyed in an instant! If it were you, would you be happy? Would you accept it?"

Master Ning raised his eyebrows nonchalantly. "Senior Brother, you know I don’t have such things. A reputation? I have none in Xiangcheng. When the tycoons and commoners of this city mention me, they all just say I’m a greedy man with no principles."

"But I did!" Master Wen roared. "If I wasn’t trying to protect my reputation, why would I have gone to the trouble of faking my death? And now? You’ve seen it yourself! My reputation has been completely destroyed. The people of Xiangcheng are dragging my name through the mud! If someone hadn’t conspired against me, would I have ended up like this?"

"Senior Brother, a reputation is just a reputation. Once it’s gone, it’s gone," Master Ning said dismissively. "You’re planning to leave the country anyway, so you can just start over abroad. Besides, you have a new face now. No one knows you’re Master Wen. If you really wanted to establish a new reputation, it would be easy enough." He had never placed much importance on such things; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been willing to handle his senior brother’s dirty work for him.

"No! That was the reputation I spent years painstakingly building, and now it’s been destroyed. I won’t rest until I get revenge for this!" Master Wen said through gritted teeth.

Master Ning lowered his head, pursing his lips in disdain. ’My senior brother really is selfish to the extreme. Not one iota of his personal affairs can be disturbed. His affluent lifestyle, his immense fortune, his venerable reputation—if it belongs to him, it must be protected at all costs.’

’But as for anyone else? Whether it was his own junior brother or his disciples, they were useful only for doing his dirty work. The moment they ceased to be useful, his senior brother would probably abandon them faster than anyone else.’

’Look at his disciples. They had met with disaster, and all his senior brother did was dismiss it as their "just deserts." As for avenging them? Out of the question.’

’Heh, as if he didn’t know how much money A Tai and his men had made for his senior brother, or how much dirty work they had done!’

’The thought alone was chilling!’

However, despite knowing his senior brother’s true nature, Master Ning didn’t dare do anything. He couldn’t. His own skills were inferior, and he wanted to keep on living.

Master Wen narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed on the jadeite on the low table. "No matter what," he said in a chilling tone, "the one who dragged my name through the mud... I will make *her* pay the price. Otherwise, I’ll never be able to stomach this insult!"

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