Merging with Demon Spirits-Chapter 375 - 280: I Alone Am the Glory Race

The old man wore a gray Tang suit and had short, stiff mustaches. He squinted slightly, his deep, dark eyes shining with wisdom and authority.

He was tall, looking about 1.9 meters, approximately in his fifties or sixties. His long black hair was without a trace of disarray, and his delicate skin showed no signs of aging.

The old man’s status and position were evidently extraordinary. From time to time, prominent figures greeted him politely, to which he only nodded slightly, somewhat perfunctory, yet no one dared to show any dissatisfaction.

"Interesting."

Seeing the old man appear, Lin Feng, besides being surprised, also showed a trace of amusement in his eyes.

Coming to Shangjing, Lin Feng had a premonition he might encounter him, but he didn’t expect it to be today.

Though they had never met, Lin Feng was not unfamiliar with this person.

Yang Qingtian, the Patriarch of the Yang Race and the chairman of the Yang Group, Yang Qing’s father.

Blood-wise, he was his grandfather.

Yang Qingtian was watching Lin Feng, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

He came today because of Lin Feng. Otherwise, an opening ceremony wouldn’t attract him.

However, Lin Feng only glanced at him and then turned his gaze away, his expression calm, as if looking at a stranger.

Lin Feng’s attitude made Yang Ningbing’s expression change slightly. She instinctively observed her grandfather’s expression.

Yang Qingtian, however, didn’t have much reaction, only his gaze turned slightly colder.

"He’s as proud as Thirteen, if not more so."

As Yang Qingtian scrutinized Lin Feng, he thought to himself.

He knew Lin Feng was very proud; otherwise, he wouldn’t have flatly rejected the olive branch extended by the family. But encountering him in person, he felt he underestimated Lin Feng’s pride.

Facing him, Lin Feng’s first reaction, besides a slightly surprised gaze, was without a shred of nervousness or panic.

As if he didn’t care about his identity.

Experienced as Yang Qingtian was, he had seen all kinds of people as the chairman of the Yang Group and Patriarch of the Yang Race. Therefore, he could be sure that Lin Feng’s displayed calmness was not a disguise, but genuinely not caring.

Even King Level powerhouses and Guardians would feel somewhat anxious and nervous facing his power and position, but Lin Feng didn’t show the slightest sign.

Lin Feng’s calm demeanor made Yang Qingtian a bit uncomfortable but also somewhat moved.

Such calmness, is it absolute confidence in one’s talent and future?

Compared to Yang Qingtian’s surprise, Yang Ningbing was quite accustomed, having interacted and probed multiple times, understood Lin Feng’s attitude towards the family, and had gradually gotten used to it.

"Interesting kid."

Yang Qingtian rose and slowly walked towards Lin Feng’s group amid astonishing gazes.

"Grandpa, our goal is to bring him back to the family, mind your attitude."

Yang Ningbing quickly followed, whispering a reminder.

"You little girl, need you to remind me."

Yang Qingtian chuckled and shook his head, besides sighing, also a bit surprised.

Initially, Yang Ningbing’s attitude towards Lin Feng was indifferent, having never interacted, it was neither good nor bad.

But when Lin Feng defeated her, snatched her captain position, kicked her out of the team, and she returned to Shangjing in disgrace, Yang Ningbing’s attitude turned to displeasure and dislike towards Lin Feng.

Who could have thought that in just a few days, her attitude underwent a 180-degree change? Not only showing recognition and admiration towards Lin Feng but also persuading him to have a good conversation with Lin Feng, regardless of the cost, as Lin Feng’s future would be brilliant, able to become a new banner for the Yang Race.

Although he didn’t know why Yang Ningbing’s attitude changed so drastically, Yang Qingtian agreed with his granddaughter’s words.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have appeared at the opening ceremony.

As Yang Qingtian approached, Lin Feng paused, standing still.

Yun Kai and others stood behind Lin Feng, looking at each other in speechless dismay.

Even Yu Qiao was unusually quiet at this time.

They all knew about Lin Feng’s background.

The Patriarch of the Glory Race, the chairman of the Yang Group, such a prominent figure would not be unfamiliar even without interaction.

Yang Qingtian’s arrival was already quite unexpected. With his identity and power, he usually wouldn’t appear in such occasions. In many people’s eyes, it was his grandson and granddaughter that brought him here.

Now, as soon as he moved, Yang Qingtian attracted the attention of the entire audience, and even the talking voices unconsciously lowered.

"The Patriarch of the Yang Race knows Lin Feng?"

"Could it be that they’ve taken a liking to Lin Feng and intend to recruit him?"

"It’s very possible, there are many forces with such intentions."

Many people murmured.

At this moment, Xie Yixiao also looked over.

As part of the Ten Great Clans of Shangjing, the Glory Race, one of the top three national weapon manufacturing groups, the Yang Race is a huge entity, not only wealthy, but also influential in both political and military circles.

No one in Shangjing dares to provoke them lightly.

If Lin Feng truly had relations with the other party, he would need to reconsider his original plan.

Because even the Juxing Club wouldn’t dare to provoke such a force easily.

But very soon, Xie Yixiao breathed a sigh of relief.

Faced with Yang Tianqing’s arrival, Lin Feng did not show any sign of respect, clearly indicating that the two were unfamiliar and unreconciled.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Yang Qingtian approached Lin Feng.

The strength of a peak King Level expert, coupled with a physique towering at 1.9 meters, along with the identity of the Patriarch of the Glory Race, made Yun Kai and others feel a strong sense of oppression, even though Yang Qingtian didn’t deliberately release his aura.

This oppressive aura caused their bodies to stiffen slightly, and their expressions changed subtly, as they experienced for the first time the terror of a top-tier expert.

This was a peak King Level existence, just a step away from Emperor Level, far stronger than an ordinary Guardian.

In front of such an expert, any Martial Arts talent or Demon Spirit level seemed somewhat powerless.

Compared to Yun Kai and the others, Lin Feng appeared very calm, his expression never wavering from start to finish. This made Yang Qingtian, who was already intrigued, even more surprised, and at the same time, he admired Lin Feng even more.

Someone at his age possessing not only monstrous talent but also such audacity and poise truly made one amazed.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this aura that Lin Feng had the courage to seal a sect, causing alien geniuses to hear and flee in fear.

"Grandpa Yang." Seeing Yang Qingtian arrive, Zhan Tianyu bowed in greeting.

"Hmm."

Yang Qingtian glanced at Zhan Tianyu and responded.

The Zhan Family was also among the Ten Great Clans of Shangjing, though weaker in overall strength. However, the Zhan Group, which primarily focused on Pills, was wealthier than the Yang Group, and both families had a good relationship. As the talented younger generation of the Zhan Family who had refined the Six-armed Celestial Demon, naturally, he was known.

He had also heard about Zhan Tianyu from old friends.

As a Martial Arts prodigy who refined the Earth Chart’s Six-armed Celestial Demon and with the family as his backing, Zhan Tianyu, although not completely unruly, was also not easy to handle, proud and rebellious.

But seeing this situation, he seemed to have a good relationship with Lin Feng; did he know Lin Feng’s identity?

Yang Qingtian felt a bit puzzled but didn’t dwell on it.

"Lin Feng, can we talk?" Yang Qingtian asked.

Because he greatly admired Lin Feng and wanted him to return to the family, Yang Qingtian did not adopt an aloof elder’s attitude, instead, he asked in a negotiating tone.

As he spoke, the space around Lin Feng and Yang Qingtian slightly distorted, making their images blur and voices disappear to outsiders.

Lin Feng could sense the abnormality of the space but was not surprised.

For a peak King Level expert, affecting a small area of space was not something to be surprised about.

"What do we need to talk about?"

Lin Feng asked indifferently.

"I want you to return to the family," Yang Qingtian said bluntly.

Lin Feng remained silent and shook his head.

"I know you have grievances against your father and the family; I don’t want to explain anything. I just want to tell you that as long as you return to the family, it will do everything possible to compensate you."

"Compensate everything?"

Yang Qingtian looked at Lin Feng and nodded slightly: "Yes, as long as you return to the family, it will be responsible for all your cultivation resources. Any Soul Skill you want, the family will do everything to find it for you, and your treatment will be exactly the same as your father’s."

This offer was undoubtedly very tempting.

Lin Feng even had a fleeting thought of agreeing first, getting the resources, and then deciding later, after all, he could change his mind at any time.

If not for his childhood vow and respect for his mother, Lin Feng might have really agreed.

Seeing Lin Feng seeming hesitant, Yang Qingtian had a faint smile.

Sure enough, any resentment or pride is very fragile in the face of reality.

As long as Lin Feng returns to the family and witnesses the strength and benefits of the Glory Race, all grievances will dissipate into thin air.

And the Yang Race would gain a son of glory.

In the near future, they might obtain one or even two keys, making the investment in cultivating Lin Feng much more fruitful than the returns.

"I refuse."

Just when Yang Qingtian thought he had it in the bag, he heard Lin Feng’s refusal, which left him slightly stunned: "Do you know the strength of the Yang Group?"

"Money? I don’t lack it!"

Lin Feng said calmly.

Lin Feng’s words made Yang Qingtian frown slightly.

Indeed, Lin Feng was not short on money; he had already received news that a Space Ring was going to be auctioned in a week’s time.

Space storage treasures are very rare, and it’s almost impossible for them to appear on the market.

The Yang Race had only one, which was on him.

He was also very interested in this Space Ring,

clearly, this ring belonged to Lin Feng.

Once auctioned, it was conservatively estimated that Lin Feng could earn billions.

Even the wealthy Yang Group couldn’t easily produce that much money, let alone give such sums to a clan member.

With Lin Feng’s talent and strength, signing with the Glory Club in the future meant he was indeed not short of money.

If he could acquire a key, he certainly wouldn’t lack money.

"Do you know what the Glory Race is?"

This Lin Feng, who was not short on money, made Yang Qingtian feel a bit difficult, forcing him to try another approach.

And this question, Lin Feng had already heard once two years ago when Yang Ningbing said it to him.

Thinking of this, Lin Feng smiled, and in Yang Qingtian’s incredulous gaze, he slowly said, "I alone am the Glory Race!"