Back at the villa, Ye Luo sat there, seemingly lost in his thoughts when Feng Tian walked over and looked at him, "You’re thinking about that fragmented map from the auction, aren’t you?"

"You guessed it," Ye Luo said with a smile, looking at Feng Tian.

"This batch of treasures contains massive cultivation resources; whoever gets it could potentially become a top martial arts master or even start a new Sect. Who wouldn’t be tempted by that, especially since you’ve already obtained one piece of the fragmented map?" Feng Tian said, sitting beside him.

"That’s right, I am indeed tempted. If I could get that map, I would have two pieces, which would greatly increase the chances of finding that treasure," Ye Luo said calmly.

"However, with all the Hidden Sect forces gathering this time, there are bound to be top-notch powers present with many strong individuals. With your strength, even if I were to help, we wouldn’t stand much of a chance, unless you get Elder Shi and War God to take action."

"They are men of the nation; they absolutely would not take action openly against these Hidden Sect forces. We can only rely on ourselves."

Ye Luo said, then smiled, "Besides, having weaker strength doesn’t mean there are no opportunities. In fact, it might work to our advantage as we’re less likely to draw attention, increasing our chances even more."

"No matter what, I must not miss this treasure. If I could get hold of the items inside, not only could you and I rapidly increase our strength, but I could also help my brothers and all the ladies improve theirs."

"No matter what you want to do, I will be there to help you," Feng Tian said with a calm expression, and Ye Luo’s lips curled into a smile.

At the Ji Family, Ji Lingtian sat solemnly on the sofa, a man quickly walked in.

"Young Master!"

"How’s the situation?" Ji Lingtian asked.

"Elder Sun has already returned to the Sun Family, apparently injured, and there’s been no significant activity at Ye Luo’s villa. It is still unknown whether he is dead or alive," the man said, bowing.

"You know nothing, so stop wasting words here and go find out immediately," Ji Lingtian’s face darkened as he coldly commanded.

"There’s no need to look any further; that kid is as good as dead."

Just then, a deep voice sounded, and Xu Ruobai’s figure walked in.

"Master, didn’t you say you were returning to Seven Stars Pavilion?"

Seeing Xu Ruobai, Ji Lingtian quickly stood up, speaking in surprise.

"No, I’ve been covertly arranging some matters these past few days. But that Ye Luo’s soul has already been hit by one of my attacks; he surely can’t survive. You need not worry," Xu Ruobai said as he sat down.

"Master, you went and killed that guy!" Ji Lingtian exclaimed, shocked.

"That fellow ruined my plans, so I took it upon myself to kill him," Xu Ruobai said, his eyes flashing a cold glint.

Although Ji Lingtian didn’t know what good things Ye Luo had spoiled for Xu Ruobai, hearing about Ye Luo’s death still filled him with excitement, and his face showed a rare smile.

"Thank you, Master, for taking action to avenge your disciple!" Ji Lingtian knelt halfway to the ground, looking up at Xu Ruobai with respect.

"Since you are my disciple, there’s no need to thank me for this. I have always had high hopes for you. You must not disappoint me in the upcoming youth rankings competition!"

Xu Ruobai said, looking at Ji Lingtian.

"Please rest assured, Master, I will definitely enter the top ten of the youth rankings and garner honor for you and Yuheng Pavilion!" Ji Lingtian said with a determined look in his eyes.

"Very good, that’s the kind of disciple I, Xu Ruobai, want. As long as you become a formidable martial artist, any woman will willingly submit at your feet," Xu Ruobai said indifferently.

Today, a mysterious guest appeared at the Leng Family’s residence, none other than Feng Ying.

When Feng Ying entered the Leng Family living room, both the Family Head Leng Aofeng and the eldest son of the Leng Family, Leng Pengzhan, turned their gazes to the newcomer, their eyes filled with a hint of puzzlement.

"May I know who this gentleman is?" Leng Aofeng asked as he looked at Feng Ying.

Although Feng Ying was one of the young generation’s most outstanding members in terms of talent and strength within the Tian Group, he rarely showed his face in the secular world. Thus, Leng Aofeng and Leng Pengzhan did not recognize him. Had Feng Ying not previously presented his Tian Group credentials, he might not have been allowed through the Leng Family’s main gate.

With a confident smile on his lips, Feng Ying looked at Leng Aofeng and Leng Pengzhan and said, "You must be the Family Head of the Leng Family, and you must be the eldest son, Leng Pengzhan. My name is Feng Ying, a disciple of Mo Feng, one of the eight Grand Elders of the Tian Group."

"One of the eight Grand Elders of the Tian Group, Mo Feng!"

Hearing Feng Ying’s words, Leng Aofeng’s expression immediately changed. As the Family Head of the Lengs, he naturally knew a bit about the Tian Group.

The Tian Group had become the most powerful organization within the Huaxia government. The affairs and missions of the entire Tian Group were under the responsibility of the eight Grand Elders.

Moreover, he knew that these eight Elders were all masters in the legendary Spirit Sea Realm, definitively standing at the peak of this world. They could extinguish a whole power with a mere wave of their hand.

For an existence like the Leng Family, even though it was honored as one of the five major families of the Capital City, it was nothing more than ants in the eyes of those eight Grand Elders.

He had not expected a disciple of one of the eight Grand Elders, Elder Mo Feng, to appear at his Leng residence.

Feeling pressured, Leng Aofeng eagerly stood up, smiling warmly at Feng Ying as he said, "So it turns out to be Elder Mo’s disciple; we’ve been inattentive. Please, have a seat!"

"I didn’t expect it to be Young Master Feng. Please don’t take any offense at the lack of hospitality!" Leng Aofeng said with a respectful demeanor.

A smile played on Feng Ying’s lips, and his eyes held a proud light, "There’s no need to be so courteous, Family Head Leng!"

Although Feng Ying’s words were polite, he directly took the main seat where Leng Aofeng had been sitting, making the latter’s expression somewhat awkward, though he dared not say anything.

"May I know what brings Young Master Feng to our Leng residence today?" Leng Aofeng asked, looking at Feng Ying.

"I am here mainly to propose marriage," Feng Ying said directly.

"Propose marriage?"

Leng Aofeng and Leng Pengzhan, who was sitting at the side, both changed expression, a look of surprise flashing in their eyes.

"That’s right. I’ve taken quite a liking to Miss Leng Ruobing the first time I saw her and would like to propose marriage, so she could become my woman," Feng Ying boldly stated.

"This..." Leng Aofeng looked hesitant, his eyes flickering.

At this moment, Leng Pengzhan said to Feng Ying, "I apologize, Young Master Feng, my sister already has a boyfriend, which disappoints your affection. Please forgive us!"

"Has a boyfriend already? Who?" Feng Ying’s tone darkened, his body radiating a cold aura, with a frightening pressure enveloping the entire hall.

Leng Pengzhan and Leng Aofeng felt as though Mount Tai was pressing down on them, breathing became difficult, and their foreheads began to bead with cold sweat.