"How is that possible?"
Fang Yanâs expression changed, his eyes flickering with a cold light, and beside him, Chen Yaowenâs face also turned, looking somewhat ugly.
"Miss Ling, donât celebrate too soon. I just canât believe that the Liu family would give up their entire fortune for Ling Corporation."
After saying this to Ling Qingya, Fang Yan walked out, followed by Chen Yaowen, who left with an ugly expression on his face.
Ling Qingya, on the other hand, let out a small sigh of relief and her expression relaxed.
Immediately afterward, Ling Qingya dialed a number, and as the call connected, Liu Shiyunâs voice came through.
"Miss Liu, thank you."
"President Ling, thereâs no need to be so formal, we are friends after all. Itâs just a favor, and moreover, I donât want him to feel sad when he finds out about all this."
Hearing Liu Shiyunâs words, Ling Qingya furrowed her brows and said, "You helped Ling Corporation because of him?"
"Regardless, I believe that if you love someone, you can do anything for him. Itâs not too much to sacrifice everything of oneâs own, as long as he is happy, as long as he is joyful, thatâs enough. I hope President Ling will think it over."
After finishing these words, Liu Shiyun hung up the phone, while Ling Qingya remained out of sorts for a long time, her expression growing complicated.
Leaving Ling Corporation, Chen Yaowen quickly said to Fang Yan, "With the Liu family getting involved, what should we do now?"
"No matter what, I must take down Ling Corporation," Fang Yan said coldly, walking up to an Audi A8. A middle-aged man opened the car door, Fang Yan got in, and just as Chen Yaowen was about to get in, the door was abruptly closed.
"Fang..."
Through the window, Fang Yan looked at Chen Yaowen and said, "Brother Chen, youâve worked hard these past few days. You can go back and rest up. Donât worry about what comes next."
Then the Audi left in a trail of dust, leaving Chen Yaowen standing there with an embarrassed face, clenching his fists tightly.
"So you want to cross the bridge and tear it down? It wonât be that easy," Chen Yaowen sneered, and turned to leave the place.
In the Audi, Fang Yan made a call and said, "Invest all Fang Corporationâs funds in it."
"Yes, every penny, all the money, invest it all!" Fang Yan said coldly.
After hanging up the call, Fang Yanâs eyes flickered with a fierce and relentless look as he muttered to himself, "Ye Luo, just you wait..."
In Miaojiang, the room where Nie Yuntian and the others were staying was suddenly breached, and a group of men in Miao dress came in, grabbing Nie Yuntian and dragging him out.
"No, let go of my dad, donât take my dad!"
Nie Wenling and Nie Wenyu both cried out, but were pushed to the ground by the Miao men. Nie Yuntian was taken away, and tears continually fell from the eyes of the two women.
"Sisters, donât worry, your father will be fine," said Zi Yun, who had been quiet until now, trying to comfort them.
"Right, dad will be fine, he will definitely be fine," Nie Wenling nodded repeatedly, reassuring herself out loud.
In the center of the Miao Village, there was an oversized bowl, more than two meters long, teeming with densely packed Gu Insects which was a terrifying sight. The Second Elder stood there with a cold expression, with Miao Changâan standing beside him.
"Does the Second Elder really intend to proceed with this? That Ye Luo helped us a lot yesterday, and this Nie Yuntian is his friend, I think..." Miao Changâan started to say.
"Clan Leader, these are two separate matters. I am grateful to Ye Luo for his help to our Miao Tribe, but this has nothing to do with Nie Yuntian. Itâs all because of him that Xiao Ling passed away early, leaving me in solitude for life. This grudge must be resolved," said the Second Elder, his voice icy.
It wasnât long before Nie Yuntian was brought forward, standing in front of the giant bowl filled with Gu Insects. Nie Yuntianâs expression changed slightly, but he remained composed.
"Nie Yuntian, today is the day we resolve this hatred. You caused me to lose my daughter; now, I will let you taste the agony of ten thousand Gu insects devouring your heart," the Second Elder said, his eyes gleaming with hatred and a cold sharpness.
"Come on then," Nie Yuntian said indifferently.
"Throw him in," commanded the Second Elder.
"Hold on," suddenly Miao Xiaolingâs voice rang out.
Miao Xiaoling, accompanied by the Grand Elder, hurried over.
"Saintess, this matter..."
The Second Elder, about to speak, was interrupted by Miao Xiaoling.
"Second Elder, I know your heart has harbored resentment because of Aunt Xiao Lingâs death. But so many years have passed; itâs time to let go. Furthermore, this Mr. Nie was Aunt Xiao Lingâs favorite person. If you kill him, do you think Xiao Ling resting beneath the nine springs would be pleased?" Miao Xiaoling said, attempting to dissuade the Second Elder. The Grand Elder added, "Thatâs right, Ali, so many years have gone by. Itâs time to move on. âItâs better to resolve a grudge than to hold onto it.â It is precisely because youâve held onto this hatred in your heart that your strength has not advanced a step in so many years."
"Besides, Ye Luo is a great benefactor of our Miao Tribe; he saved so many of our people yesterday. This man is his friend. If you kill him, when Ye Luo returns, how will we explain it to him? Moreover, it goes against the traditions of our Miao Tribe. Let go, and Xiao Ling will rest peacefully. This is not the scene she would want to witness," the Grand Elder advised.
The Second Elderâs gaze flickered as he looked at Nie Yuntian, then fell silent for a moment before turning away with a somewhat desolate expression.
Relieved, Miao Xiaoling quickly spoke to the Miao man holding Nie Yuntian, "Release him quickly, and let out the three ladies in that room too. Arrange another room for them to stay in."
Meanwhile, inside the Blood Demon Pool, an extraordinary transformation was occurring within Ye Luoâs body, as he continuously absorbed the energy from the pool.
The color of the blood in his body was changing, slowly transitioning from red to gold, and an aura of sheer sanctity radiated from him.
Ye Luo, of course, was unaware of these changes as he was wholly focused on absorbing and refining the violent energy of the Blood Pool. His fifth major meridian had already been partially unblocked and appeared to be on the verge of being completely cleared.
Once all five major meridians were unblocked, Ye Luoâs strength would thoroughly surpass that of an Innate Peak Stage expert, allowing him to confront a Semi-Saint Realm adversary. Moreover, his own realm had reached the pinnacle of the Innate Late Stage and was on the brink of breaking into the Innate Peak Stage.
At that moment, the Soft Sword strapped to Ye Luoâs waist suddenly emitted a terrifying aura, pulling itself out from his body and thrusting into the ground. The blade shone with a chilling brightness, emanating an overwhelming presence, as if filled with a life of its own.