Chapter 82

"Ah Ling!"

Su Yang was taken aback, his face lighting up with joy as he stepped forward and embraced the beautiful woman who had willingly given her life for him.

Miao Ling, who had countless words to say, was instantly intoxicated by Su Yang's extraordinary and unique aura, her eyes half-closed, and she said softly, "Su Yang, take me."

At that moment, Xiao Wei and Li Zixin, both wearing nightgowns, walked out of the bedroom. Seeing the scene, they both covered their mouths and giggled. They were not at all bothered by Su Yang adding another sister to their group; what amused them was Su Yang's embarrassed expression.

Afraid that Miao Ling would be embarrassed, Su Yang quickly said, "Ah Ling, I am a man worthy of your trust for life, but the number of beautiful women around me is a bit on the high side..."

To his surprise, Miao Ling smiled sweetly, covering Su Yang's mouth with her hand and said, "Do you think I don't know about your romantic escapades? I've always wanted to meet Sister Xiao Wei and Little Sister Zixin, but you've always kept them hidden away, not giving me the chance to meet them."

At that moment, Su Yang felt an overwhelming urge to kiss Miao Ling deeply. Such an "understanding" beauty was something you couldn't find even if you searched with a lantern!

After a moment, Miao Ling was already chatting animatedly with Xiao Wei and Li Zixin. As a high-ranking official in the National Security Department, she had a broad range of knowledge and exceptional social skills. It was easy for her to build a good relationship with the two women who were already prepared to accept her.

Su Yang, standing among the three women, found himself with no chance to speak. He simply entered the bedroom, quickly stripped down to nothing, and walked out without a hint of shame, his vigor evident as he declared, "Just now, our Ah Ling made a wish. Now is the time to fulfill it. Hurry up and come into my arms, and let me pamper you."

"Phew!"

Miao Ling playfully stuck out her tongue, her face flushed, and said, "How can you be like this? We're all here."

Su Yang didn't care about that. He took a few large steps forward, picked up Miao Ling by the waist, and said with a mischievous smile, "Isn't this how we usually are?"

Even Xiao Wei and Li Zixin couldn't help but blush and call him "shameless" at Su Yang's brazen response.

Naturally, the room was filled with springtime warmth, and the world gained another stunning beauty who had experienced the wondrous taste of the Yin-Yang Dao.

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In the heart of London, within a vast underground bunker of unknown size, eight extravagantly luxurious coffins were lined up. Seven of them were open, but one remained tightly closed.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, the closed coffin was yanked open as if by an invisible hand, and a middle-aged man with a pale, paper-like complexion and a handsome face, sporting a small mustache, slowly stepped out.

The moment he stepped out of the coffin, his eyes flashed with a piercing light, and an overwhelming aura was released. He spoke in a deep voice, "Why have you awakened me? If the reason is not sufficient, someone will pay a heavy price."

Almost instantly, a black shadow darted forward, kneeling before the middle-aged man, and said humbly, "Lord Barker, the cup containing Edward's original blood energy has shattered. He must have met with an unfortunate end."

"Edward is dead?"

The middle-aged man's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and the aura he emitted intensified, pressing the kneeling vampire viscount to the ground, making it hard for him to breathe.

"Charlemagne, where did he go before he died?"

"China..."

Charlemagne, trembling, said, "Edward received orders from Lord Howard to go there."

"Hmph, Howard is becoming more and more out of line, forgetting the warning I gave him a hundred years ago. The place in the mysterious Eastern country is the one we vampires should avoid the most in this world."

As the leader of the clan, even someone as powerful as Howard, who served as a councilor in the DR organization, was subject to Barker's reprimand. Clearly, he was very displeased at the moment.

A moment later, a massive 3D screen displayed Howard's image.

"Lord Barker, you called for me?"

As the second-in-command of the Brook clan and a powerful councilor in the DR organization, even though they were thousands of miles apart and communicating through the network, Howard still felt nervous when he saw Barker's slightly angry expression.

"Edward is dead." Barker said, emphasizing each word.

"What? Could it be that Su Yang?"

Howard, who knew that Barker had high hopes for Edward, a clan genius with the blood of the first ancestor, changed his expression and said, "Lord Barker, I was negligent. I didn't expect that the Easterner would have such astonishing combat power. After all, you know Edward's strength. In this world..."

"Shut up. The mysterious Eastern country is full of unknown and magical things. Have you forgotten what happened at the Tower of London a hundred years ago?" Barker said angrily.

Howard's heart tightened, and his eyes glinted with a murderous intent. "Lord Barker, I am responsible for Edward's death. If you allow it, I would like to go personally and deal with this despicable person."

"Just you?" Barker said coldly. "First, send me the information on the Easterner you suspect of killing Edward."

A moment later, the screen displayed various pieces of information and photos of Su Yang.

Barker, standing with his hands behind his back in front of the screen, softly repeated Su Yang's name. When his gaze fell on the photo, he froze, his expression one of disbelief and even a hint of fear.

From thousands of miles away, Howard couldn't help but be puzzled. After a while, he finally asked, "Lord Barker, do you know this person?"

Barker's eyes remained fixed on Su Yang's photo in the upper right corner of the screen. After a long moment, he took a deep breath and said, "There's no need to avenge Edward. You must not go to China. This Easterner is someone we cannot provoke. At least not until the Ancestor awakens. We cannot afford the high cost of eliminating him."

Howard knew of Barker's formidable strength. As the leader of the Brook clan, one of the three remaining major clans of the thirteen vampire clans, and one of the three great dukes of the vampires, Barker had lived for nearly a thousand years. Howard had reason to believe that even the powerful councilor of the DR organization would be only slightly better than Barker in a fight.

A person who could make Barker so cautious and even fearful must be a monstrous existence.

"Do not ask for reasons. Remember my words. Do not provoke him, or you will be courting death."

After saying this, Barker cut off the connection and muttered to himself, "He looks too much like him. Whether or not he is the Chinese Yang from a hundred years ago, we cannot afford to provoke such trouble on the eve of the Ancestor's awakening."

"Chinese Yang? The person the councilor has mentioned several times over the past few decades?"

In front of the massive screen, Howard was stunned for a while, as if he had thought of something. He called his blonde secretary, "Go and retrieve the records of the Tower of London battle from a hundred years ago."

An hour later, Howard closed the file with a stiff expression, rubbing his temples. "How can a human be as immortal as our great vampire race? If this guy is really the mysterious and powerful Easterner from a hundred years ago, then Lord Barker's warning is even lighter than it should be. Although he is a big trouble, if he really is 'Chinese Yang,' it might not be a bad thing for me. After all, the councilor has promised a substantial reward for any information about this person."

"Only such a person would be of interest to the councilor."

The next day, Howard boarded his private jet and instructed the pilot, "To Africa."

He thought to himself, at this time, the councilor is about to obtain the treasure that will greatly enhance his power. It's better to be early than late. Such important intelligence should be delivered in person, and perhaps I can earn the long-awaited reward.

---

In the Xu family's old residence, Su Yang listened calmly to Xu Tianyang's account and smiled with a hint of disdain. "Do you want to compete with me on who can spend more money?"

"Tianyang, how much more money do you think those three financial tycoons can throw in?"

"At most, 8 billion US dollars. In the past few months, we have almost bankrupted ourselves, and they won't be faring any better," Xu Tianyang said confidently.

Su Yang laughed and spread his hands. "I don't have US dollars, but I do have a fortune I stumbled upon years ago. It's probably covered in dust by now, but it's perfect for dealing with them."

"Master, you mean?"

"You know, after I left Shanghai during World War II, I traveled in Europe and America. Before I left, I was bored and decided to rob the Japanese. I got some hard currency, not much, just about three years' worth of military funds for the entire Japanese nation at the time."

"Hard currency, Japanese military funds?"

Xu Tianyang mused, "I heard that when the Japanese invaded China, they melted down the gold and silver they looted from vast areas and cast them into gold and silver bricks. They also used tens of thousands of troops to excavate several imperial tombs, obtaining a huge amount of treasure, which they planned to transport back to their island nation."

"Haha, you know more about it than I do. I intercepted this treasure and buried it..."

Su Yang said casually, "I also eliminated a few Japanese ninja experts. One of them, a leader, could even exchange a few blows with me. He seemed to be an elder of the Koga school."

A moment later, Xu Tianyang's face showed surprise. "Master, that's quite a feat!"

"It's nothing."

Su Yang waved his hand. "The real challenge was hiding the treasure. It took me ten days to set up an array to ensure no one could find it."

At the same time, Su Yang thought to himself that if he were to do it now, with the techniques from the "Four Extremes True Interpretation," it would take only half an hour and be even more effective.

The gap between the peak of martial arts and the threshold of cultivation is unimaginable. His past perspective was truly too limited.