He never expected that Lin Jinglong would actually appoint him as the president of the Jiangnan Provincial Martial Arts Association.

"Grandpa Lin, you...you're not going to kill me?" Wei Qingfeng asked, bewildered.

Do you want me to kill you?

"If you want to die, I can grant your wish!" Lin Jinglong looked down at Wei Qingfeng.

Upon hearing this, Wei Qingfeng was overjoyed and hurriedly kowtowed three more times to Lin Jinglong.

"Thank you so much, Master Lin, for sparing my life!"

"From now on, I will be your most loyal dog, Master Lin!"

"I'll do whatever you tell me to do!"

Wei Qingfeng was grinning from ear to ear!

He never expected that Lin Jinglong would not kill him, but instead make him the president of the Jiangnan Provincial Martial Arts Association.

This position is something countless people dream of!

Even if you beat Wei Qingfeng to death, he would never believe that he could sit in this position in his lifetime.

excited!

Excited!

His expression was simply indescribable!

"Alright, alright, get up now!"

"I'm not killing you, but I want you to do a few things for me!"

"If you do a good job, I won't just spare your life, I'll reward you!"

"If you don't do a good job, I can kill you anytime and replace you!"

Lin Jinglong is not a petty person.

Wei Qingfeng was nothing more than an insignificant ant, posing no threat whatsoever to him.

Now that Feng Yuchun is dead, the Jiangnan Martial Arts Association is leaderless, and its thousands of martial artists will likely fight amongst themselves for power and profit.

Who knows how many people will die then?

This flavor will always have a place, and someone has to sit there.

Lin Jinglong naturally looked down on this position, so he chose to appoint Wei Qingfeng as the president.

In this way, he could indirectly control the entire Jiangnan Martial Arts Association.

Moreover, if those martial artists knew that Lin Jinglong had appointed Wei Qingfeng as the president, they naturally wouldn't dare to object.

"Yes, yes, yes! Lord Lin, please rest assured, I guarantee I will handle the matter you entrusted to me well!"

"If I fail to do this well, I will bring my head to face you!" Wei Qingfeng bowed deeply, his expression extremely respectful.

"First, I need you to collect these medicinal herbs for me and then deliver them directly to my wife's company!"

"Secondly, if I'm not in the capital, the Martial Arts Association must protect my wife's safety 24 hours a day!"

"If anything happens to my wife, you know what the consequences will be!"

Lin Jinglong gave the order, and Wei Qingfeng immediately nodded obediently.

"Understood!"

Then, Lin Jinglong tossed Wei Qingfeng a business card, indicating that he could call this number if he needed anything in the future.

Wei Qingfeng happily put it away, then bowed deeply before leaving.

After everyone left, the Japanese woman next to him glared at Lin Jinglong deeply before turning and leaving.

Meanwhile, in a deep mountain forest hundreds of kilometers away from Jinling City.

A magnificent mountain peak, towering into the clouds, suddenly appears.

From a distance, the mountain wall looks as if it were cut by a knife, like a sharp sword piercing into this mountain range.

A chain winds its way up the cliff, and next to it is a man-made stone staircase that slowly winds its way up, looking incredibly magical.

This mountain is called Broken Sword Mountain. Legend has it that in ancient times, a celestial sword fell from the sky and landed here, which then formed this mountain range.

And this is precisely where the Qian Yuan Sect's headquarters is located.

At the summit of the mountain, in a magnificent golden hall, an old man sat cross-legged.

Below the main hall, a dozen disciples dressed in long robes were listening to the elders above preach and expound the Dharma.

Suddenly, the dozens of memorial tablets standing behind the old man began to shake violently.

One of them shattered with a crash!

Everyone stared in shock at the shattered memorial tablet.

The old man's calm expression suddenly turned pale with panic.

"What happened?"

Why did Yu Chun's disciple's soul tablet suddenly shatter?

"impossible?"

I saw him once, ten days ago!

The old man immediately stood up from his seat.

An old man standing nearby immediately became solemn: "The shattering of the Soul Tablet means that my nephew Yuchun has died and his soul has been annihilated!"

"Something's happened!"

All the disciples looked shocked!

Feng Yuchun was the Supreme Elder's most beloved disciple, and was raised by the Supreme Elder himself.

There are also rumors that Feng Yuchun was the illegitimate son of Li Daoran, the Supreme Elder of the Qianyuan Sect.

Because these rumors spread so widely, Feng Yuchun was sent out of the Qian Yuan Sect by the Supreme Elder Li Daoran five years ago.

In just five years, he has risen to the position of president of the Jiangnan Provincial Martial Arts Association.

It can be said that Feng Yuchun's name was known to everyone in the entire Qian Yuan Sect.

No one expected that Feng Yuchun would actually die!

With his strength, there is no one in the entire Jiangnan Province who could be his match, right?

Moreover, he also had the behemoth that was the Qian Yuan Sect backing him up.

Who dares to touch him?

All the disciples looked shocked and confused!

"My disciple Yuchun!"

"Who was it? Who killed you? If I catch that person, I will tear him to pieces!"

"Tear him to pieces!"

Li Daoran exuded a terrifying killing intent, and his terrifying power caused the floor tiles beneath his feet to crack inch by inch.

His body vanished from the spot in an instant.

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At the same time, at the Japanese Consulate in Kyoto, several Japanese people dressed in traditional Japanese clothing and wearing wooden clogs were sitting on a tatami mat.

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