Majestic, powerful, and beautiful!
There's no better way to describe Lan Mengchen at this moment!
With just one order from her, Uncle Qin would immediately throw Shi Mingwei out of the mansion.
Everyone around secretly marveled—truly worthy of being the young lady of the Lan family. She never speaks, but when she does, she astounds everyone!
Moreover, everyone knew Uncle Qin's strength well, so they all kept silent, daring not to meddle.
This made Chen Xiaobei extremely curious: what kind of strength did Uncle Qin possess? Just standing forward, he could overawe the entire room!
A thought crossed Chen Xiaobei's mind, and his Nether Battle Eyes instantly activated, projecting a line of blue text:
—Cultivation: Peak of Solid Body Realm, Physique: 3000, Combat Power: 3000!
Holy crap!
That's way too strong!
Chen Xiaobei's heart skipped a beat in shock.
Although he'd long known Uncle Qin wasn't ordinary, he never imagined he'd be this fierce!
The Solid Body Realm is divided into early, middle, late, and peak stages.
Chen Xiaobei was only in the early stage, with 100 combat power—completely negligible in front of Uncle Qin.
Not to mention the ordinary people around them; even if they all ganged up, they wouldn't stand a chance against a single slap from Uncle Qin.
"Wait! There's another expert!"
Chen Xiaobei's gaze sharpened.
Beside Shi Dafeng, the thin, small man slowly walked to Shi Mingwei's side, openly opposing Uncle Qin.
Despite his small stature, he exuded an aura no less intimidating than Uncle Qin's.
However, Uncle Qin, nicknamed "Stone Buddha," had an aura as firm as a boulder, unshakable as a mountain.
The small man's aura, on the other hand, was sinister and soft, like a coiled venomous snake waiting to strike, sending chills down one's spine.
"Uncle Jin!" Shi Mingwei respectfully nodded to the small man.
"Don't worry, young master. As long as I'm here, no one dares to touch you," the small man said with a smug smile, radiating confidence.
Filled with curiosity, Chen Xiaobei immediately checked his combat power.
Ding—Cultivation: Late Stage of Solid Body Realm, Physique: 1000, Combat Power: 1000!
Chen Xiaobei rolled his eyes and mocked inwardly: "What a moron! With such lousy cultivation, he dares to show off in front of Uncle Qin? It's like lighting a lantern in a latrine—asking for shit!"
Just as tensions reached a breaking point,
another person walked into the mansion.
He was a middle-aged man in his forties, with sharp eyebrows, star-like eyes, and a handsome, spirited face. Every step exuded the imposing aura of a leader.
"Heavenly Master!"
"Heavenly Master..."
Everyone bowed their heads and bodies, their faces filled with awe.
Ding—Cultivation: Early Stage of Qi Refining Realm, Physique: 5000, Combat Power: 5000!
"Holy crap! Who is this guy? His cultivation is even higher than Uncle Qin's! Truly, there's always someone stronger beyond the strong!"
Chen Xiaobei was dumbfounded at first glance.
"Heavenly Master!" Uncle Qin cupped his hands like a martial artist greeting a superior.
"Master Qin, you flatter me. In your presence, I, Murong Tian, am just a junior. I don't deserve the title 'Master'!"
Murong Tian cupped his hands in return, his attitude humble, with the grace of a scholar.
To be so powerful yet so low-key was truly rare!
Chen Xiaobei's heart stirred, and he felt a favorable impression of Murong Tian.
But in the very next second, Chen Xiaobei realized his judgment was completely wrong.
Murong Tian turned around, his cold gaze sweeping over the small man, and yelled: "If you don't want to die, kneel down and apologize to Master Qin immediately!"
In an instant, a Overbearing aura like a mountain avalanche and sea tide enveloped the room!
The small man's heart tightened, feeling as if he were being stared down by a bloodthirsty beast, ready to be torn apart at any moment!
The fear of death loomed over him.
The small man had no doubt that if Murong Tian wanted to, he could easily torture and kill him.
Choosing between death and dignity, even a fool knew what to do.
"Thud!"
The small man's legs gave way, and he knelt down: "Master Qin... I'm sorry. I was ignorant and offended you. I hope you can forgive me."
Seeing this, the Shi father and son's faces turned green.
This small man was a highly paid expert they'd hired, boasting about his prowess when he arrived. Now he'd 怂 like a dog—it was utterly humiliating.
"Enough." Uncle Qin didn't bother with him further.
But the small man didn't dare stand up, looking anxiously at Murong Tian.
Murong Tian's tone remained cold, exuding the dominance of one who controlled everything: "I don't care how you acted in other cities, Jin Fei, but in Qingteng, you must abide by the rules of the jianghu. Otherwise, I, Murong Tian, will be the first to not tolerate you!"
The small man froze again.
His real name was Jin Fei, a notorious thief king in Yunchuan City, southwest China.
Having committed too many major crimes, he'd been lying low as a bodyguard in recent years.
Never did he expect that shortly after stepping into Qingteng City, Murong Tian would uncover his past!
This "Heavenly Master of Qingteng" was definitely a man with eyes and ears everywhere!
"Heavenly Master, I understand. I'll never dare again..." Jin Fei was already scared out of his wits. He'd never dare provoke Murong Tian.
"Alright, let's drop this matter,"
Murong Tian's expression softened, and he said calmly: "I came today for Boss Shi's Spring Trees and Autumn Frost Painting. Don't let me down."
"Heavenly Master, rest assured! This is definitely an authentic work by Tang Yin!" Shi Dafeng held up the scroll, grinning from ear to ear.
"Someone, prepare a long table,"
Murong Tian ordered calmly, and servants in the mansion immediately sprang into action.
Taking the opportunity, Chen Xiaobei leaned over to Uncle Qin and asked: "Who exactly is this Heavenly Master?"
"He is the owner of this mansion. As for his other identity, it's better you don't know," Uncle Qin replied.
"Uncle Qin, please tell me! I'm naturally curious, and it'll bug me if you don't!" Chen Xiaobei genuinely felt uneasy.
"Fine, I'll say one more thing: in Qingteng City's jianghu, the Heavenly Master calls the shots!" Uncle Qin said finally, then fell silent.
Jianghu?
At these words, Chen Xiaobei understood.
In other words, Murong Tian was the underground emperor of Jiangnan City!
"Murong..." Lan Mengchen seemed to be hearing this secret for the first time, her clear eyes rippling with thoughts unknown.
"Alright! Everyone, please gather around!"
At that moment, Shi Dafeng called out, holding the scroll in both hands, standing proudly beside the long table.
Shi Mingwei and Yao Bingbing stood behind him, enjoying everyone's eager stares—feeling incredibly honored.
Jin Fei, however, hid in a corner, too ashamed to show his face.
Finally, the long-awaited moment arrived.
Not to mention all the antique enthusiasts here, even Chen Xiaobei and Lan Mengchen, complete novices in antiques, widened their eyes, anticipating the display of the national treasure-level painting.
But Chen Xiaobei's gaze was different from everyone else's.
Others looked on with admiration, while a hint of mischief glinted in Chen Xiaobei's eyes!
Clearly, the Shi family was about to get into trouble!