Chapter 78: The Arrogant Iron Fist
On the bustling streets of Jiangzhou, a top-of-the-line Maybach weaved effortlessly through the traffic, resembling a proud white swan gliding at will. Inside the car, a young man gazed out at the dazzling cityscape, a hint of greed flashing in his eyes.
“This is what life should be! Though the mundane world can’t compare to the rich spiritual energy of the Iron Fist Sect, only here can one savor glory and wealth, power and beauty. In comparison, the Iron Fist Sect is like some backwater village.”
“Young master, you need not sigh. You are the heir of the Iron Fist Sect—doesn’t Jiangzhou lie at your feet? Who would dare defy you?”
“You know how to talk, Six. Unlike those old fools—so stubborn! They even want to negotiate with the so-called Young Master of the Ghost Valley? If you ask me, he should be killed outright!”
“Don’t be angry, young master. The elders have to consider the Hundred Sects Tournament. Once it’s over, and Ghost Valley is no longer useful, killing their young master will be nothing at all.”
“You’re right. By now, those old geezers should have already met with that Ghost Valley brat. I’ll give them some face and not mention it for now… Let’s enjoy the splendor of Jiangzhou first!”
“Heh, young master, let me show you something good. Here’s a ranking chart of the beauties of Jiangzhou. Please take a look.”
The heir to the Iron Fist Sect’s eyes lit up as he took the chart and glanced over it.
“These campus belles are decent, but they all have boyfriends already. I won’t touch someone’s leftovers!”
“These two CEOs aren’t bad either, but they’re too old for my taste.”
“Oh? Mu Yiran, CEO of Yiran Group? Nineteen? Such pure beauty.”
He licked his lips.
“So young, breathtakingly beautiful, the perfect woman for me in Jiangzhou. Six, prepare a bouquet and head to Yiran Group!”
“At once!”
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The car soon arrived at Yiran Group. The young master of the Iron Fist Sect strode forward, hands behind his back, exuding an air of arrogance as he walked into the building. Six followed behind, cradling a bouquet of ninety-nine roses. Their entrance drew many curious stares.
“Who is that? He’s so handsome!”
“Could he be here to woo the CEO? But our CEO already has a boyfriend!”
A reception hostess quickly approached and asked, “Hello, sir, may I ask who you’re here to see?”
The young master sat on a lobby chair, crossed his legs, and replied arrogantly, “Tell your CEO, Mu Yiran, to come see me.”
The hostess was momentarily stunned, then said, “I’m sorry, sir, our CEO is busy and won’t meet with strangers.”
He burst out laughing, looking even more superior.
“Now that I’m here, she doesn’t need to work anymore! Tell her to come out and pay respects to me!”
At that moment, the security guards began approaching. The hostess’s tone turned cold as she warned, “Sir, if you don’t leave and keep making trouble, don’t blame us for being rude!”
The young master curled his lips dismissively. “Miss, you’d best be clever. I… am not someone you can afford to provoke!”
“It seems there’s no point talking. Security, throw these two lunatics out.”
“Yes!”
Two security guards stepped forward. The young master didn’t panic; he simply snapped his fingers. Six, like a soldier receiving an order, threw a punch.
Bang!
With a thunderous crash, the two guards were sent flying, smashing into the glass doors and shattering them. By the time they hit the ground, their fate was uncertain.
“Ah—murder! Murder!”
The lobby descended into chaos.
The young master shook his head in contempt. “In the end… just a bunch of foolish mortals! Like ants, short-sighted and pitifully weak!”
Six chuckled. “Young master, your power is unmatched—how could these ants compare to you?”
“Naturally! Once I claim Mu Yiran, I’ll pay my respects to the other big players in Jiangzhou and have them obey my command. From now on, Jiangzhou will be in the palm of the Iron Fist Sect!”
“Then allow me to wish you boundless success, young master!”
“Heh, you really have a honeyed tongue!”
Just then, several graceful figures emerged from the elevator. At their head, of course, was Mu Yiran!
Today, she wore a pink office suit, blending cuteness with elegance; her curvaceous figure made the young master’s eyes shine even brighter.
“Yiran, Yiran, like a beauty by the water’s edge! I never thought she’d be even more stunning in person than in her photos!”
Mu Yiran strode up to him, exhaled, and said coldly, “Who are you? Why are you causing trouble at my company?”
The young master smiled indifferently, stood, and assumed an even more arrogant posture.
“Allow me to introduce myself. I am… the heir to the Iron Fist Sect.”
“What grudge do I have with you?”
“There’s no grudge, of course! But Miss Mu, your beauty and grace make you the perfect candidate to be my woman.”
Mu Yiran’s delicate brows furrowed. “You’re being extremely rude!”
“I have the strength to back it up!”
He snapped his fingers, and Six immediately presented the bouquet.
“Miss Mu, from today on, you are my woman. This bouquet is my gift to you.”
“Get lost!”
Mu Yiran’s expression was icy, her rejection merciless.
But the young master showed no concern.
“I know you won’t agree, and I never intended to give you a choice! Six, take her away. There’s nothing I’ve ever wanted that I haven’t gotten!”
“Yes!”
Six grinned, stepped forward, and effortlessly pushed aside those around Mu Yiran. He seized her arm and dragged her away as if she were merely cargo.
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Meanwhile, in the Jiangzhou Grand Hotel, the elders of the Iron Fist Sect sat with smug confidence, their eyes locked on Ling Xiao.
In their view, as long as Ling Xiao wasn’t a fool, he would agree to their terms! In every respect—timing, advantage, public sentiment—the Iron Fist Sect had the upper hand.
Here in Jiangzhou, Ling Xiao stood alone with no qualifications to oppose them. More importantly, with the Hundred Sects Tournament approaching, Ling Xiao needed to conserve his strength and even seek alliances to bolster his power.
No matter how they looked at it… Ling Xiao had no reason to refuse.
Yet… Ling Xiao’s expression remained calm, as if none of their words had even registered.
“You people of the Iron Fist Sect really take yourselves seriously, don’t you?”
His faint words instantly turned the atmosphere in the room strange and tense.
The seventh elder of the Iron Fist Sect slammed the table and stood up.
“Ling, what do you mean by that?”