When Chu Hao heard the news, he was furious. Damn these little devils, coming to Huaxia to steal things was bad enough, but now they want to spread the culture of Yin Yang Studies here? If they succeed, what will become of it?

Chu Hao angrily said, "Isn't the Seventh District going to do anything about it?"

Chu Xionghuan replied, "They are, but there's nothing they can do. Someone high up sold a piece of land in the Holy City to them. Although it's not much, it's enough for the Valley Financial Group to set up camp and build a palace."

To hear such a thing is infuriating.

Proud Huaxia, some people are more shameless than these people from Wo Country.

Chu Hao said, "I'll just go wipe them out."

Chu Xionghuan warned, "Don't be impulsive. Including Bo Long, there are now three 15-Star Yin-Yang Masters from the Wo Country Yin Yang Association present. Each of them is very powerful."

Chu Hao confidently said, "No problem."

After hanging up the phone, Chu Hao's face darkened. This group of bastards from Wo Country actually wants to set up camp here in Huaxia. What's more, they want to spread the ideology of Yin Yang Studies from Wo Country here.

Chu Hao would never agree. He said to the toad, "Let's go. I know there's a group of people with Curse Marks on them, let's go take it from them."

He turned robbing into taking.

The toad was immediately interested and said, "What are we waiting for? Let's go."

One man and one toad headed northeast. The Holy City was just too vast; even with the toad and Chu Hao traveling quickly, it still took them half a day to arrive.

The Holy City was mostly in ruins, the buildings were old and dilapidated, with few intact ones.

On a ruin on a hillside, Chu Hao and the toad saw people transporting large wooden stakes, preparing to build a palace on the hillside?

Just as Chu Xionghuan had said, the Wo Country really wanted to establish the Yin Yang Association here.

There were many people here, everyone curious about the palace being built in the Holy City.

"I just went up to ask and found out that the people from Wo Country plan to build a palace here." Someone came up inquiring and was shocked by the news.

Although many developers and financial groups have come to the Holy City to develop this lost land, no one expected the Wo Country Yin Yang Association to be involved.

Upon hearing of the Wo Country's intention to build a palace here, many people's anger flared up, saying, "Are they looking for death? This is our Huaxia land, how dare they build a palace here."

"I can't stand it. So shameless, they completely disregard us Huaxia people."

News of the Wo Country building a palace here caused many to lose their cool.

A person from the Wo Country stepped down, looking like an expert, saying, "We have proof, this land has already been sold to the Wo Country Yin Yang Association. Those unrelated, please leave. Once the palace is complete, it will open to everyone, and you can come to learn Yin Yang Studies then."

Someone dissatisfied, angrily stepped forward, "What a joke! Who sold you the land, every inch of Huaxia land belongs to us Huaxia people."

Someone shouted, "The Holy City belongs to Tibet; Wo Country Yin Yang Association, get lost."

The Wo Country land expert smiled unhurriedly, saying, "We've signed agreements, and it's inconvenient to disclose the seller's name. But we have proof; this place belongs to the Yin Yang Association now, rented for a hundred years."

"Shameless."

The dissatisfaction and anger of many people were palpable as they came forward to argue.

It attracted many people, mostly Huaxia people, while foreigners just watched the commotion.

"Every inch of the Holy City belongs to Huaxia. Who on earth consented to sell you this land for a hundred years?"

A stunning woman appeared, wearing a pink sun hat, her eyes elegant, a delicately shaped jade nose, and lips as small as cherries, with long brown hair like a waterfall.

Everyone marveled at such a stunning woman, men mesmerized by her beauty and figure, women feeling inferior before her.

This woman exuded a classical beauty, as if she had walked out of a painting.

Beside the stunning woman was a chubby man, his eyes very small.

Wu Qingfeng withdrew his admiring gaze and pointed at the Wo Country person's nose, saying, "My martial uncle is right. Who sold you the land?"

This woman was Wu Qingfeng's martial uncle; she was from Kunlun!

The Wo Country man shook his head, saying, "I'm unauthorized to disclose."

The classic beauty's face was cold as she said, "Trying to spread Yin Yang Studies in Huaxia will end very badly. Huaxia Country is not a small Wo Country that you can step on."

The Wo Country man was furious.

At this moment, a man in his thirties, with a high nose and sharp eagle-like eyes, stepped out, smiled, and said, "Fairy Lan Yingxue, long time no see."

Wu Qingfeng saw the man and angrily said, "Bo Long, you betrayed Kunlun, and you dare to come back?"

Bo Long looked at Wu Qingfeng and said calmly, "Little junior, you seem to have a big problem with me."

"Pfft, who's your little junior?"

Lan Yingxue, like a fairy transcending the mundane world, stood with her hands behind her back, saying, "Who sold you the land!"

Bo Long looked at this peerless woman; she was so beautiful, he had admired her long ago.

In fact, Lan Yingxue was only twenty-five years old, but her seniority in Kunlun was very high. Kunlun spoke by strength, not age.

That is to say, this Lan Yingxue held an extremely high status in Kunlun, exceedingly powerful.

Bo Long smiled, "Martial Uncle, I really can't say. If you want to know, you can ask the Seventh District."

Lan Yingxue indifferently said, "Don't call me Martial Uncle, and besides! Your master said, once your traces are discovered, notify him immediately. It shouldn't be long before he comes."

Bo Long's face looked unpleasant, but he quickly smiled, "I do miss Master. I wonder how the elder is doing."

Lan Yingxue said, "The day you stole the Soul Beating Whip and left Kunlun, you were destined to face a reckoning. I won't touch you; your master will clean up his own house."

Bo Long snorted coldly, "It's been five years since I left. I've been wondering if Fairy Lan Yingxue's skills are still top-tier in Kunlun. I'd like to test them."

Lan Yingxue, expression indifferent, exuded an invincible self-confidence, "In Kunlun, I always suppressed you all. Even though you have the Soul Beating Whip now, in my eyes, it's still not enough."

Bo Long was angry, unleashing a powerful fighting intent.

Wu Qingfeng immediately stepped forward and cursed, "Bo Long, you bastard, if you want to touch my martial uncle, you have to get past me first."

Bo Long sneered, "Little fatty, weren't you taught enough back then?"

Wu Qingfeng angrily said, "Taking advantage of me being young to bully me, damn you, take this."

Wu Qingfeng charged forward, but he was no match for Bo Long. A 15-Star Yin-Yang Master was no joke. Bo Long, having left Kunlun, had significantly improved his strength in the Three Truths Sect.

The two clashed with Yin-Yang Techniques; Wu Qingfeng was being suppressed, feeling very frustrated.

Bo Long laughed, "If Fairy Lan Yingxue weren't here, you'd have been knocked down long ago, giving face to the Fairy."

"Damn you." Wu Qingfeng was furious.