Chapter 97

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The Audi Q5 drove off the highway and entered Yanjing. By then, Lu Li had already completely calmed down.

Since he saw the hope of cultivating the Red Dust Nine Transformations, the next thing to do was to work hard to cultivate, striving to break through to the innate realm as soon as possible, and then embark on the path of cultivation.

Full of hope, he returned to the hotel and immediately parted ways with Song Wengui. Watching the Audi Q5 disappear from sight, he turned and walked into the hotel, taking the elevator back to his room.

Perhaps due to the excitement, Lu Li sat in the living room for a long time, yawning wearily only when the east began to turn white, before returning to the bedroom to rest.

Now that he was at the peak of the post-natal realm, continuing to cultivate the Three Yang Heart Sutra was meaningless.

Even in the first cycle, despite the battles and the trials of life and death, he ultimately failed to break through. How much more so in this world where the traces of cultivators have completely vanished. The true experts who could pose a threat to him were few and far between.

From this perspective, unless he changed his cultivation method, it would be difficult to achieve a breakthrough solely through the Three Yang Heart Sutra.

However, if he were to cultivate a cultivation method, the heavenly qi and earth qi were so sparse that his progress would be excruciatingly slow. Rather than that, it would be better to do nothing and wait for an opportunity to arise.

But Lu Li was not the type to sit and wait for his fate. Even with just a one percent chance, he would not give up easily. The only thing he was currently struggling with was whether to cultivate a cultivation method or to practice the method passed down from the Dragon Tiger Sect.

Each method had its advantages and disadvantages, and it was difficult to make a decision in the short term.

Unlike Lu Li, who was full of hope but somewhat conflicted, at nine o'clock the next morning, Wang Rong stepped out of the detention center, looking dejected, as if he had aged by more than a decade.

Standing at the entrance of the detention center, he inexplicably turned to look at the high walls, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

Outside the detention center, a Mercedes-Benz van was parked. Wang Rong took a deep breath, opened the door, and got in.

"Brother, I was wrong."

In the back seat of the Mercedes-Benz van, a middle-aged man sat, who bore some resemblance to Wang Rong.

"Hmm."

Wang Jian looked at Wang Rong, fell silent for a moment, and then said, "I've reminded you before not to trust those so-called experts. Although their forgery skills are indeed very sophisticated, I had several well-known domestic antique experts appraise them, and four out of five were fooled. However, if you walk the night road long enough, you will eventually meet a ghost. This time, you clearly encountered a formidable opponent. He can appraise antiques and has a deep background. It's not unjust to be defeated by him."

Every major family needs talents in various fields. Some carry the family, some are responsible for making money, and some handle various emergencies. Wang Rong was the one in the Wang family who was most eager to make money and was also the best at it. Although his methods of making money were somewhat despicable, the Wang family truly could not do without him.

Moreover, Wang Jian, the head of the Wang family, was his biological brother. Out of both sentiment and reason, he could not let him die.

"Brother, I just can't accept it." In front of Wang Jian, Wang Rong was like a child seeing his parents, muttering, "That kid is just the nephew of the Xiao family. Even if he has close ties with the Liu and Fang families, would the Xue family really be willing to break ties with our Wang family for his sake?"

"Old Li, start the car."

Seeing that Wang Rong was still unable to let go, Wang Jian felt quite helpless. After instructing the driver to start the car, he continued, "I know you investigated him, but did you know he is also a national-level traditional Chinese medicine practitioner? He cured Yan Liqueun's serious illness. If Yan Liqueun hadn't suddenly recovered, Yan Zhishan wouldn't have chosen to retire early. Given the clear sense of right and wrong of the Yan family's patriarch, the favor of saving his life is greater than anything. It's normal for him to stand on his side."

After a moment, he added, "Fortunately, the old patriarch doesn't have much time left. Otherwise, he wouldn't have left Yanjing in such a hurry after recovering. These old patriarchs can't let go of their comrades-in-arms even until their last breath."

Wang Jian sighed, "As for the relationship between the Xue family and Lu Li, it's even closer than you imagine. According to the information I have, that kid is treated as a VIP in the Xue family, with a very high status."

Wang Rong exclaimed, "How is that possible?"

The fact that Lu Li was a national-level traditional Chinese medicine practitioner had already shocked him. It could be considered a stroke of luck that he happened to save Yan Liqueun, but for even the Xue family to value him so highly was too bizarre.

"That's the reality."

Wang Jian pondered and said, "Due to the chaos caused by Lu Li, the Huanyu Auction Company went bankrupt, and the Huanyu Group was greatly affected, with its credibility at its lowest point. The police will hold a press conference to clear your name. For now, the priority is to try to improve your image in the public eye. The rest can be dealt with later. The Wang family needs you."

"Brother, are we just going to let him off?" Wang Rong asked viciously.

"It's not the right time yet. You should know the power of those old patriarchs. With Old Yan around, no one can touch him."

Wang Rong punched the front seat, his face full of resentment, "Bastard, I will never let him off."

Wang Jian saw his brother's anger and a sharp light flashed in his eyes, but he remained silent.

In his view, dealing with Lu Li or the Xiao family was not a problem, but the timing was not right. The elders could not tolerate any sand in their eyes. If they overreacted, they might end up sacrificing themselves. This was a situation that wise people would avoid.

Back at home, Wang Jian quickly took his leave, and Wang Rong sat on the sofa, his face dark.

The purpose of his brother's visit today was more to remind him to remain restrained and not to seek revenge.

Thinking about being beaten by Xiao Qiang and Xiao Yuan in front of everyone, and the Huanyu Auction Company, which he had worked hard to build and was worth a fortune, going bankrupt, his heart ached.

"I underestimated him, but I can't let this go."

Wang Rong clenched his fists, his face full of hatred, muttering to himself.

"Father, you're back?"

Wang Cheng came in from outside, saw Wang Rong in the living room, and quickly ran over to ask.

"Uh-huh." Seeing his son, Wang Rong's eyes suddenly lit up, and he asked, "Has that person named Huang Xing appeared yet?"

"Damn, don't even mention it."

Wang Cheng's face was grim, "I suspect I was cheated. He's not some expert but a fraudster who ran off with the money."

"Huh?"

The enthusiasm in Wang Rong's eyes quickly disappeared, and he glared at his son, saying, "I told you before, the people around you are all useless. There's no way an expert would appear."

Wang Cheng was greatly dissatisfied, "But that person was indeed very strange and even performed the trick of taking objects from a distance in front of us."

"Taking objects from a distance?" Wang Rong sneered, "Any third-rate magician can do that."

Wang Cheng was speechless, turned, and walked away, "Damn, I'll find that kid sooner or later. If he really dared to cheat me, I'll make him pay."