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The Lan Family were the hosts of a charity gala held tonight.

The content of the charity gala was quite simple: the Lan Family donated money, invited some socialites and media, and publicized the event extensively.

The purpose was nothing more than to amplify the influence of the Lan Family.

Now, it's not that the Lan Family had declined, but relative to the past, they were indeed somewhat decadent now.

Throughout the day, Lan Tian remained in a state of anxiety, filled with incredible regret for having carelessly cursed Liu Chengxiang.

Who is Liu Chengxiang?

A Yin Yang Master from Jindu, with divination skills so refined they were almost magical, it was said even the topmost figures of Jindu treated him with respect.

And yet, when he finally had the opportunity to meet such an influential figure, instead of cherishing it, he cursed him outright.

Lan Tian returned to the villa, his soul seeming to have fled his body.

He was in a dilemma, wondering whether to tell his uncles about the incident.

If he told them, he would surely be berated, but if he didn't, and Master Liu remembered this someday and came looking for trouble at the Lan Family, things would certainly become unmanageable.

"Little Tian, what are you doing just standing there? The banquet is about to start, and we represent the face of the Lan Family tonight, hurry up and change." A man around thirty years old came down the stairs and, seeing Lan Tian sitting alone in a corner lost in thought, couldn't help but speak.

"Oh, I understand." Lan Tian stood up to go upstairs, but halfway there, he suddenly stopped, looked at the man, and said, "Third Brother, I've caused trouble."

Third Brother, named Lan Hetu, was the son of the Third Elder of the Lan Family and was ranked third among the younger generation of men in the family.

Lan Hetu was taken aback for a moment, looking at the fearfully anxious Lan Tian, he asked, "What happened?"

Lan Tian replied in a panic, "I insulted Master Liu."

"Master Liu? Which Master Liu?" Unease flashed across Lan Hetu's face.

As the saying goes, the dragon's nine sons are all different.

Although the Lan Family was powerful, the quality of the younger generation varied widely, with highs and lows.

If Lan Hetu was an elite figure among the young generation, then Lan Tian was a typical wastrel, spending his days splashing money on women or frequenting nightclubs and bars.

"The Yin Yang Master from Jindu... Liu Chengxiang."

"What!" Even as worldly and mentally strong as Lan Hetu was, he couldn't help but feel a jolt when he heard the news.

Lan Hetu's eyes shot fury at Lan Tian, took a deep breath to quell his anger, and asked, "Tell me exactly what happened."

Lan Tian, not daring to omit anything, recounted the entire incident in detail.

After listening, Lan Hetu's expression relaxed compared to how tense it had been at first.

"You mean to say this man who claims to be Master Liu came to pick up a young man dressed very ordinarily? And you happened to meet them at the hotel?"

"Yes." Lan Tian nodded repeatedly.

Lan Hetu scoffed and said, "Don't be afraid, that man who claims to be Master Liu is most likely an impostor."

"An impostor?" Lan Tian blinked in surprise.

Lan Hetu continued, "Who is Master Liu? He is someone whom even the mayor has to treat with utmost respect; how could such a person stoop to your level? Let alone personally come to the hotel to pick up a young man in his twenties. In my opinion, you were probably deceived by those two."

Upon hearing this, Lan Tian breathed a sigh of relief and then became somewhat annoyed.

"To dare deceive me, don't let me catch you!"

…

In Ling City, beside Xuan Ming Lake, a villa bathed in light stood next to the water.

The villa's grand hall was occupied by several elders, each emanating an extraordinary aura, their eyes clear with flashes of sharpness occasionally twinkling within.

Beside the sofa, a middle-aged man and a young woman were seated.

The woman was Lin Yuanyuan, and the man was her father, Lin Qianjun.

At that moment, Lin Qianjun's brows were furrowed, puzzled as to why the family's elders had suddenly summoned him and his daughter.

"Qianjun, you have raised a good daughter," Lin Changfu, sitting at the center of the sofa, huffed with a tone rich in mockery.

Not understanding, Lin Qianjun asked, "Third Elder, if you have something to say, just speak frankly."

"Very well, I'll speak plainly," Lin Changfu said, looking towards Lin Yuanyuan who wore a defiant expression. "Your daughter has been colluding with outsiders, oppressing our Lin Family in the Ghost Market. Even Langtian's cultivation level was crippled by that person. If I hadn't made compromises, I'm afraid that the only one from our Lin Family who would have been able to leave the Ghost Market alive would be your precious daughter."

"What!" Lin Qianjun's eyes widened in disbelief.

Lin Changfu sneered at Lin Yuanyuan, who refused to bow her head, and suddenly slapped her down, shouting, "Lin Yuanyuan, as a member of the Lin Family, why didn't you stand with us when we were in jeopardy?"

A tumult of emotions roiled within Lin Qianjun, entirely unaware of what had transpired in the Ghost Market.

The Lin Family was a large clan. Apart from their influence in the business and political realms, it was undoubtedly people like Lin Changfu—martial artists and cultivators—who wielded the greatest power within the family.

It could be said that Lin Changfu and his like had the power to control the very life and death of the Lin Family members at their whim.

"Third Elder, perhaps there has been some misunderstanding," Lin Qianjun suggested.

"Misunderstanding? Ask your precious daughter if what I'm saying is true."

All eyes turned towards Lin Yuanyuan.

Lin Yuanyuan stood up slowly, nodding respectfully to the Family Head and the elders, "Family Head, esteemed Elders, regarding the incident that happened in the Ghost Market, I was unaware."

Lin Changfu said angrily, "What an excuse of ignorance! Our Lin Family has suffered great losses, and with just one word of ignorance, you wish to disassociate yourself from all responsibility?"

Lin Yuanyuan's delicate brows furrowed slightly, "Third Elder, I truly wasn't aware of the situation. I admit, I know Li Xiaoyao, but I didn't know beforehand that he was a cultivator. In the Ghost Market, I also didn't understand the conflict between him and you. If you insist on placing this blame upon me, then I have nothing to say."

Lin Changfu became so furious that his beard and eyebrows bristled, "How dare you, a junior, speak to me with such an attitude?" Explore new worlds at My Virtual Library Empire

"Enough, Old Three," the Family Head Lin Beize, who had remained silent, gave him a look and said, "What's done is done, blaming her won't change anything."

"Should our Lin Family just suffer in silence over such a huge loss?"

Lin Beize inquired, "This Li Xiaoyao, what is his cultivation level?"

Lin Changfu replied, "He's a cultivator, at least at the seventh layer of the Condensation Realm, and he's mastered one or two spells."

After pondering for a few seconds, Lin Beize asked, "Is he very young?"

"Hmm, not yet thirty."

"Indeed, very young," Lin Beize's eyes showed a glint of resolve, "Such a person is not one we should offend. If we can draw him to our Lin Family, it would actually be a boon."

Lin Changfu grew anxious, "But he crippled Langtian."

Lin Beize waved his hand dismissively, "A cultivator in the Condensation Realm under thirty, to exchange even ten Langtians for him would be worth it."

Lin Changfu did not expect such a response, feeling a mix of anger and helplessness.

"But someone must take responsibility for the incident in the Ghost Market," Lin Beize turned to Lin Qianjun, and said, "Qianjun, I know that Langtian likes Yuanyuan. Let's choose an auspicious day and proceed with the marriage soon."

Upon hearing this, Lin Changfu's face lit up with a hint of a smile.

Lin Yuanyuan's eyes narrowed, "I won't marry!"

[I went straight to bed when I got home, woke up and wrote one chapter, then continued writing the second one, which might be very late. Everyone could wait until daytime to read.]