Chapter 81

"Do you want to live? Then I'll spare your life!"

As Ye Bufan spoke, he lightly stepped on the ground, and Xuanji Lao Dao's body suddenly bounced up. Immediately, two silver needles pierced into his Shen Cang acupoint and Dantian acupoint.

"Ah..."

Xuanji Lao Dao instantly let out a heart-wrenching scream. Although Ye Bufan did not kill him, these two silver needles had destroyed his Daoist and martial arts abilities. From now on, he would no longer be the great Xuanji Master, but just an ordinary old Daoist.

The destruction of a lifetime of cultivation was more painful for him than death itself.

"Ye Bufan, I'll kill you!"

Xuanji Lao Dao shouted and lunged at Ye Bufan, but with his cultivation destroyed, he had no fighting power left. His body was extremely uncoordinated, and he fell to the ground after taking only two steps.

Qin Chuchu watched everything happening before her, hardly believing it was real. She never thought that the revered Xuanji Master could be so easily defeated by Ye Bufan.

At this moment, the people around them slowly came to their senses. The bodyguard captain whispered to Luo Wentao, "Young Master, should we help the Master?"

Luo Wentao replied coldly, "Even Xuanji Lao Dao was beaten like a dog. Do you think you can beat that guy?"

He was a man of deep scheming. Although the incident with Xuanji Master had shocked him greatly, he quickly regained his composure and rationally analyzed the situation.

"Uh..."

The bodyguard captain realized the kind of person he was dealing with. Xuanji Lao Dao, who was usually high and mighty with unparalleled cultivation, was now trampled underfoot. How could he possibly handle such a person?

He said again, "Young Master, should we call the police?"

"Call the police? Do you think the police can come to a place like this?"

Luo Wentao glared at the bodyguard captain. Generally, people of their status rarely resolved issues through official channels.

Besides, he had too many unsavory dealings in the Paradise Club. Calling the police would be like walking into a trap.

The bodyguard captain realized he had said the wrong thing and said sheepishly, "Young Master, what should we do then?"

Luo Wentao replied, "What we should do is nothing. Just watch and be honest."

Ye Bufan glanced at the ashen-faced Xuanji Lao Dao and said coldly, "You have committed countless evils with your cultivation. Not killing you is already a great mercy.

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Tell me, was the trick in the Shiwai Taoyuan neighborhood your doing?"

Xuanji Lao Dao looked at Ye Bufan with venomous eyes and said, "Boy, you dare to destroy my cultivation. One day, I will kill you."

"Are you not going to say it?"

Ye Bufan smiled coldly, raised his hand, and took out seven silver needles, which he instantly inserted into the old Daoist's Niwan, Baihui, Fengchi, and other seven major acupoints.

This was the ancient medical school's Seven Needles to Stabilize the Soul technique. This needle technique directly controlled the person's mental power, making them answer any question without any concealment.

He asked again, "Tell me, was the trick in the Shiwai Taoyuan neighborhood your doing?"

"It was my doing!"

Xuanji Lao Dao's eyes became vacant, and he answered like a schoolchild: "Initially, I and the Luo family both had our eyes on that land, so I waited until Guan Dongping's construction was almost complete and set up a Xuan Yin Gathering Evil Array there.

The purpose was to make him unable to continue construction and unable to sell it, so that the Luo family could eventually take over."

"My goodness, so that's what happened. No wonder the Shiwai Taoyuan neighborhood always had such strange things happening. It turns out this old Daoist was behind it."

"Too despicable. Someone invested over a billion, and a neighborhood worth tens of billions was turned into this mess. If it weren't for this young brother, it would have been sold to them for a billion..."

"The Luo family is truly shameless, working with the old Daoist to do such things..."

The people around them were discussing heatedly. Since Xuanji Master was trampled underfoot by Ye Bufan, he had completely lost his halo in their eyes.

Although many people had previously revered Xuanji Lao Dao, a master beaten like a dog, a master with no resistance, and a master whose cultivation was destroyed, had fallen from the pedestal in their hearts.

Luo Wentao seemed to have been mentally prepared. His expression was not particularly panicked as he stepped forward and said, "Everyone, don't listen to this old Daoist's nonsense. Our Luo family has always acted with integrity.

These things were all done by him alone, and have nothing to do with us."

He also realized that Xuanji Lao Dao's cultivation had been destroyed, and he was no longer the high and mighty Xuanji Master. Therefore, he spoke without restraint, completely distancing himself from the matter.

Ye Bufan looked at him and smiled coldly, "Young Master Luo, you sure change faces quickly, washing yourself clean with just a few words."

Luo Wentao said, "Mr. Ye,

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Don't believe this old Daoist's one-sided words. To be honest, our Luo family was also deceived by him, losing a lot of money over the years.

We are also victims. Today, it's fortunate that you exposed the old Daoist's true face. Our Luo family thanks you."

Ye Bufan, of course, did not believe his lies, but these matters had nothing to do with him. As long as the Luo family did not provoke him, he did not care about their dirty deeds.

He withdrew the silver needles from the old Daoist's body and kicked him away, "Get lost!"

By destroying Xuanji Lao Dao's cultivation, he had avenged Guan Dongping. What happened next was up to the old Daoist to deal with.

Xuanji Lao Dao got up from the ground, his eyes lifeless, and walked out of the raw stone exhibition hall in a daze.

Ye Bufan said to Luo Wentao, "I don't want to meddle in your affairs with the old Daoist, but the 100 million bet you owe me should be settled now, right?"

"I... I..."

Luo Wentao's face turned extremely ugly. He had bet with Ye Bufan, thinking it was a sure win. Even if he lost, he could have everything back as long as Xuanji Lao Dao appeared.

But now everything had changed. With Xuanji Lao Dao completely incapacitated, he had lost his biggest support.

"What's wrong, Young Master Luo? Are you trying to default on the bet?"

Although Ye Bufan spoke calmly, Luo Wentao's heart trembled. Facing someone who could destroy Xuanji Lao Dao, he did not have the courage to default.

"Lost is lost. I, Luo, will not default on a bet," Luo Wentao said sheepishly, "But I don't have that much cash on hand right now."

Large groups like theirs, although wealthy, did not usually keep so much cash on hand.

For example, when Li Chao's son was kidnapped, it took great effort to gather 1 billion in funds.

Moreover, the Luo family was far from matching Li Chao. Without the casino, they probably wouldn't even have 300 to 400 million in working capital.

Ye Bufan said calmly, "So you mean you don't have the money to settle the bet?"

Luo Wentao quickly said, "Mr. Ye, our Luo family has indeed invested all our funds in this raw stone exhibition.

How about this? I'll give you a 20% discount. You can choose raw stones worth 100 million from me, and consider it as settling the bet."

At this point, he did not dare to provoke Ye Bufan anymore and could only use raw stones to repay the debt.