"Thank you." Chen Hao nodded gratefully, then wiped away his tears, took a few deep breaths, and tried to calm himself down.
“Old Yao in the north of the city is slightly stronger, and many of the places he runs generate income in the gray area. He is even looking for blood guards for Na Yuanzhen.”
"Blood Guards... are those the assassins of Na Yuanzhen?" Ye Xingchen asked.
“Yes, the requirements for these people are extremely strict. In addition to excellent physical fitness, they also need to have a Yin-type birth chart.” Chen Hao nodded and said, “More importantly, once they are selected, all their nerve endings will be removed so that they cannot feel pain.”
"Then, using the secret methods passed down in the palace of the previous dynasty, we can make them lose their minds and become walking corpses. In this way, the assassins can be manipulated at will."
"Such ruthless methods." Ye Xingchen nodded slightly. "How strong are the assassins?"
“They are very strong, and can be considered martial arts masters. Moreover, each of their assassins soaks their body in a drug that makes them invulnerable to blades and spears,” Chen Hao replied. “And they are completely fearless of death.”
“These are the most terrifying people.” Zhang Shih-hao nodded slightly. “But these assassins are nothing to worry about. What we need to determine now is whether that guy has any other experts around him.”
“There are definitely experts here, but I don’t understand martial arts and don’t know what level these experts are at. Also, a young monk recently came here,” Chen Hao said.
"A little monk?" Ye Xingchen's heart skipped a beat: "What kind of little monk? Tell me the details."
“He looks about seven or eight years old, definitely not ten, but it’s said that Na Yuanzhen is very respectful to this little monk, and it seems that he listens to him in everything.” Chen Hao pondered and said, “Moreover, no one has ever heard of the little monk’s identity and background.”
"Do you know what this monk's name is?" Ye Xingchen asked.
"I don't know about that." Chen Hao shook his head. "Besides, although this monk is not very old, he always looks like he's an old man."
"A young monk who, despite his young age, appears prematurely aged?" Ye Xingchen fell into deep thought. After a long while, he slowly said, "Could it be him?"
"Do you know where that monk came from?" Zhang Shih-hao asked. "If you do, tell everyone. There's no need to keep it a secret now."
“When I broke into the Great Wuxiang Temple, I encountered a young monk, who was about seven or eight years old, definitely not ten,” Ye Xingchen said. “But this monk was very strong, and he had cultivated for two lifetimes.”
"Two generations of inheritance? In other words, this monk is an old monk who, for some reason, has become young again?" Zhang Shih-hao was also taken aback.
“Yes, that’s right.” Ye Xingchen nodded slowly: “If he doesn’t cultivate the Two Lifetimes of Inheritance, he will die. By cultivating the Two Lifetimes of Inheritance, he will have an extra lifetime of cultivation opportunities.”
"Is it really that amazing?" Liu Qingmei muttered to herself, "Human cultivation is so powerful."
"Humans are the most intelligent of all beings, and their spirituality and opportunities are certainly greater than those of demons." Ye Xingchen said with a smile, "The so-called immortals worshipped by the five great immortal families of Jiyang City, their goal for most of their lives is nothing more than to transform into human form."
"For them, this is a stroke of luck, but for ordinary people, it's just a starting point. You can imagine how big the gap is."
"Understood." Liu Qingmei nodded, then turned to Chen Hao and asked, "Mr. Chen, is there anything else?"
“That’s all. Na Yuanzhen really has a lot of enemies, and he doesn’t show his face much.” Chen Hao shook his head and said, “If I hadn’t been thinking about revenge every day and paid more attention to Na Yuanzhen, I wouldn’t have known about these things.”
"Understood, thank you, Brother Chen. We'll head to the north of the city now and check out Na Yuanzhen's territory," Ye Xingchen said with a cold laugh.
“Alright, I know Old Yao’s place in the north of the city like the back of my hand. I’ll take everyone there.” Chen Hao nodded.
Night, Xingyuehui Clubhouse in the north of the city.
The largest club in the north of the city opens at around 9 p.m. and stays open until 5 a.m. the next morning.
Moreover, this place is a one-stop shop for entertainment, with casinos, wellness facilities, and all sorts of other activities available.
Old Yao from the north of the city has always considered himself the boss of the area north of Jiyang City, so he is very flamboyant.
A Rolls-Royce Phantom slowly pulled up in front of the clubhouse, with eight bodyguards standing on either side of the luxury car.
Immediately afterwards, a bald man with a thick gold chain around his neck and a mink vest walked in.
The man was extremely muscular, with tattoos covering his exposed skin, the back of his head, his neck, and his arms.
With a cigar dangling from his mouth, he slowly stepped down from the prison. With a wave of his arms, the mink coat he was wearing fell off, and a bodyguard quickly caught it.
"Hello, Brother Yao." A row of henchmen stood neatly at the door, bowing to the man in unison.
Old Yao from the north of the city, one of Na Yuanzhen's two top generals, has always been involved in the shady business of prostitution.
Moreover, this guy is passionate about Japanese art and has set up a filming base where young and beautiful female college students are frequently sent. They are forced or humiliated to make them submit and film short movies for them.
Old Yao took a deep drag on his cigar, then strode confidently into the clubhouse, exuding an air of importance.
"So this is Lao Yao." Ye Xingchen, sitting in a car by the roadside, watched the guy walk into the club and looked thoughtful.
"It's him." Chen Hao, who was also in the car, showed a hint of anger on his face. Na Yuanzhen had driven his entire family to the brink of despair, and this Old Yao was the executor.
Even if the other person were reduced to ashes, he would still recognize them.
“Alright, Zhang Shihao, let’s go in and take a look.” Ye Xingchen turned to look at Zhang Shihao: “Let’s see what kind of place Jiyang City has to offer.”
"Okay." Zhang Shihao chuckled: "Don't rush to do anything later. I've been on the mountain for a long time, and now that I can finally enjoy this kind of decadent life, let me have some fun first."
"Alright, I'll let you play a little longer." Ye Xingchen nodded.
“Mr. Ye…” Chen Hao spoke up.
"I know what you want to say. Don't worry, when we make our move later, we'll leave Old Yao to you," Ye Xingchen said calmly.
"Thank you, Mr. Ye." Chen Hao, his eyes red, bowed deeply to Ye Xingchen.
He wanted revenge, and the older he got, the stronger his desire for revenge became.
So all these years he has been collecting information about Na Yuanzhen. Although he knew that revenge was unlikely, he never gave up until he met Ye Xingchen, at which point he felt that his revenge was hopeful.
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