Chapter 37

In the protective jade amulet, there are three spells, among which the Demon-Dispelling Divine Thunder is the most powerful, being the most yang and resolute, specifically designed to break through various divine thoughts, ghostly souls, spiritual bodies, and evil auras.

As the thunder roared, the black mist emitted a shrill scream and fled backward at ten times its original speed. But how could a cultivator’s spell be so easily evaded?

Chen Fan gripped the lightning and threw it forcefully!

"Rumble!"

It was like a bolt from the blue, a lightning bolt extending from his hand, twisting and turning nine times in the air like a snake, and striking the black mist with a crack. The black mist had almost no resistance, dissipating instantly like snow under the scorching sun. The lightning, still not spent, struck the ‘pot’ in Master Wu’s hand.

"Ah!"

Master Wu let out a惨call, falling to the ground, the pot shattered to dust by the lightning.

Rolling thunder echoed, sweeping out like invisible waves. All the windows and glasses in the hall shattered on the spot. The hall was left in a mess as if a typhoon had passed through.

"Heaven... the Thunder Method of the Celestial Master Dao!"

Master Wu’s hair stood on end from the electricity, his hands black with ash, and he couldn’t stop exclaiming in shock.

The look in his eyes when he saw Chen Fan was like that of a rabbit seeing a tiger. When he saw Chen Fan grab another ball of lightning, his pupils contracted, and he no longer cared about his dignified and masterly demeanor, crawling and kneeling on the ground, bowing repeatedly.

"Master, spare my life! I will never dare again, never dare again!"

Master Wu was so terrified by Chen Fan’s attack that he had no strength to resist, only bowing and begging for mercy.

Amidst the shocked gazes of the crowd, Chen Fan stepped forward and said:

"I have broken your spell, do you submit?"

"Submit, submit, submit, I submit!" Master Wu trembled, his voice quivering.

Chen Fan took another step forward and shouted:

"I have destroyed your magical tool and ruined your cultivation, do you submit?"

"Submit, submit, submit, of course I submit." Master Wu bowed his head like a garlic clove.

Chen Fan controlled the lightning and roared:

"I have ruined your business, tarnished your reputation, and made you beg on your knees, do you submit?"

"I submit wholeheartedly, wholeheartedly." Master Wu’s forehead was bleeding from the repeated bowing, his voice pitiful and mournful.

"Since you submit wholeheartedly, I will spare your life for now."

"Scram! If I ever find out you step into Chuzhou again, I will obliterate you, leaving no trace of your soul." Chen Fan dissipated the lightning in his hand, looking down at the kneeling Master Wu as if he were an ant.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Master Wu didn’t even dare to raise his head, trembling as he got up from the ground, ignoring the others, and fled in a panic.

Chen Fan crossed his arms and looked at Xing Zhong and Old Gu, among others.

Xing Zhong, a formidable figure who had dominated Jiangbei for over a decade, felt a chill down his spine and his legs trembled under Chen Fan’s calm gaze.

Master Wu was a formidable figure who could command spirits and ghosts, kill from the air, and had a great reputation in Zhongzhou Province. But such a being was utterly defeated by Chen Fan, kneeling and begging for mercy, showing no resistance. Xing Zhong, a mere mortal, dared not challenge this god-like figure who wielded lightning.

"Master Chen, in modern society, killing is illegal."

His face was pale, his hands supporting his body, struggling to speak.

"You were barking orders at me just now, but now you’ve lost your nerve?" Chen Fan looked at him with interest.

Xing Zhong’s hair stood on end from his gaze, his heart trembling.

"Master Chen, please spare my life. Whatever you want, I will give it to you." Xing Zhong bowed his head and pleaded.

The other Chuzhou tycoons, who had seen Xing Zhong, who had been arrogant and on equal footing with them just moments ago, now bowing and begging for mercy to a 16-17 year old high school student, felt a mix of emotions.

At first, no one had taken Chen Fan seriously. When they learned he was just a friend of Wei Ziqing, still in high school and working part-time at a bar, they had treated him like a joke.

But now, Chen Fan, wielding lightning, defeating Master Wu and reprimanding Xing Zhong, stood tall and proud, deciding life and death, and no one dared to oppose him.

No matter their billions in wealth or great power, they seemed insignificant before Chen Fan.

"He is a true great figure."

Zheng Lao, gripping the armrests of his chair, was deeply moved.

Even the provincial and ministerial-level officials and billionaires he had met before did not have half the charisma of Chen Fan.

That kind of world-defying, all-conquering aura could only be possessed by someone who truly wielded great power. Money and power, after all, are external things and cannot be relied upon in critical moments.

Han Yun’s beautiful eyes were wide open, looking at Chen Fan in disbelief. A minute ago, Master Wu was arrogant and invincible, and Chen Fan could only sit there waiting to die. Now, Master Wu was on his knees begging for mercy and fleeing in disgrace, while Xing Zhong, the tycoon of Tianhe, was bowing and admitting his fault, not daring to argue.

Chen Fan stood alone, towering over the hall of tycoons.

"I thought you were just a friend of Wei Ziqing, so I wasn’t afraid of Chu Minghui and the others... I didn’t expect this to be your true strength?"

Looking at the young man with his hands crossed behind his back, and the Chen Fan who had wielded divine lightning, Han Yun was genuinely amazed.

No wonder he didn’t take Chu Minghui, Li Yichen, and others seriously.

No wonder he was indifferent to meeting figures like Wei San, Zheng Lao, and Yan Lao.

No wonder he remained calm when Master Wu, with his overwhelming aura, threatened to kill with ghosts.

He truly had the strength to back it up! Wielding lightning and deciding life and death, Chen Fan, though still ordinary in appearance, was more attractive to Han Yun than the most handsome men.

"Xu Rongfei, that silly girl, is truly blessed. She chose a hidden dragon, and I didn’t see through his facade. If I had befriended him then, I might have had a chance to take him from Xu Rongfei."

Han Yun couldn’t stop feeling regret.

She knew that after today, Chen Fan would no longer be an ordinary young man but a true great figure in Chuzhou.

The tycoons present, who were mostly the major merchants of Chuzhou, had already been conquered by Chen Fan, as evident from the fervent looks in their eyes. From now on, they would likely revere Chen Fan like a deity.

Chen Fan, however, paid no attention to this and instead turned to Old Gu and asked:

"What was the highest bid for the Eight Trigram Plate you auctioned just now?"

Old Gu’s lips trembled, unable to speak. It was the textile group’s boss Yan who mustered the courage to say:

"Master Chen, the highest bid just now was 45 million yuan by Mr. Xing."

"45 million yuan?"

Chen Fan snapped his fingers and looked at Xing Zhong.

"Since that’s the case, I won’t raise the price. Will you use this 45 million to buy your life?"

Xing Zhong’s face showed a hint of pain.

Even though his net worth was over a billion, most of it was in real estate, much of which was mortgaged to the bank. 45 million would be a significant loss even if he could come up with it immediately.

But how could he dare to say no now?

He didn’t want Chen Fan to strike him with lightning, reducing him to dust like the ghost in the pot.

"Yes! Yes! 45 million, I will pay it."

Xing Zhong’s heart bled as he spoke.

"I want this 45 million in front of me within three days. Otherwise..."

Chen Fan smiled but didn’t continue, but everyone understood his meaning.

If Xing Zhong dared not pay, and Chen Fan came to collect the debt, it would be a matter of life and death, not just money.

Though Chen Fan’s words were calm, Xing Zhong didn’t dare to ignore his threat, nodding repeatedly, almost writing a blood oath on the spot.

"Alright, you can go."

Chen Fan waved his hand impatiently, dismissing him like a fly.

Xing Zhong and Old Gu, among others, fled as if pardoned, not daring to stay a moment longer.

Han Yun clenched her teeth and walked over, her beautiful eyes shining with a strange light.

She mustered the courage to ask:

"Master Chen, are you just letting them go like this?"

She paused, hesitating.

"Xing Zhong and Old Gu are one thing, but that Master Wu doesn’t seem like a good person. His cultivation is eerie, and he might have thoughts of revenge."

In response to Han Yun’s concern, Chen Fan said calmly:

"No worries, he has been scared out of his wits."

"From now on, he will revere me like a deity."

Though his tone was calm, it carried an overwhelming confidence.

Han Yun’s heart trembled, her feelings toward this young man growing even stronger.

At that moment, a surprised voice interrupted.

"Master Chen, I knew you were powerful and had boundless magic. That Master Wu is just a mere mortal, how could he stand a chance against you?"

Wei San ran out from behind a group of bodyguards, taking three steps in two, looking at Chen Fan with burning eyes, like a brain-dead fan meeting an idol.

"How could a man of Wei Lao’s reputation have a son like you?"

Chen Fan sighed, shaking his head in exasperation.

PS: Thanks to my heart’s direction, Dongye Piaoxue Yidiao Ling, for the 1888 and red envelope, thanks to Yijian Duan Nanshan for the 588, and thanks to the crazy mental hospital director, Jin Junhe, Einstein, Qingfeng Jian Sheng, Sanxi Wuxian, Zhong 0, and Qiangdao Guilai for their donations. On the first day of the new week, I’m asking for votes O(∩_∩)O

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