?Mobile reading Regarding the matter of their daughter, Wang YuJia, being transferred to the provincial capital, Wang Changling and his wife had not interfered much. In fact, their approach proved to be correct—had it not been for their daughter’s close relationship with Qin Feng, how could he have known in advance that he would be promoted? If they had not allowed their daughter to join, perhaps Qin, the young lord, might have been displeased, and the transfer order might have ended up being altered. Wang Changling’s only thought now was one of gratitude—Qin Feng was truly a blessing, and it was truly fortunate that their daughter had met him. As the couple entered the room, the well-rehearsed lines they had prepared on the way fell silent, because they were surprised by the number of beautiful young women present. They knew Qin Feng had a girlfriend named Fang Fang, who was the sister of Fang Fei, Wang Yujia's close friend, but they didn't take it too seriously, since they thought their own daughter was also very outstanding and would surely become even more beautiful in a few years—perhaps even taking Fang Fang's place someday. This was one of the reasons they felt confident sending their daughter to the provincial capital. Yet, the room full of beautiful women left them utterly amazed. "Mom and Dad, you've arrived so quickly! We haven't even finished our dinner yet, and you're already here," Wang Xiao Niu said, bouncing over excitedly. "Your father had the driver drive at 180 miles per hour on the way," Wang Fu said with a smile. Wang Yujia blinked in surprise: "180 miles per hour? That must mean he'll be caught speeding by the cameras several times!" Wang Fu immediately revealed her husband's secret: "Before even entering the highway, he had the driver switch to a set of fake license plates!" "Oh." "Wang Xiaoniu widened her eyes, while Wang Changling looked embarrassed and said, 'Dad didn't want to wait any longer to see you, so he asked the driver to drive faster!' Xiao Niu gave a slight lift of her mouth and said, 'Pleasant nonsense—look, you're actually eager to see the bad news about Feng Brother. We've all had our fill, and the girls still have plenty of things to attend to. So we're leaving now!' One after another, the girls stood up and left. Those who knew Wang Changling greeted him warmly. In the spacious room, only four people remained—Wang Yujia helped her parents choose the dishes they liked, while Qin, the young lord, had already consumed quite a few glasses of Zhuixian wine. Like everyone else, Wang Changling enjoyed Zhuixian wine. He raised his glass and said, 'Xiao Feng, I'd like to thank you—here's to our toast!' 'Wang Uncle, please don't be so formal,' smiled Feng, 'it's all part of the routine.' Then he drank it down and said, 'I've only done a few small things. The real reason I've been promoted so "Xiao Feng, I'm not being formal with you at all," Wang Changling said, lifting the wine bottle and pouring a glass as she spoke. "Without your help, I'm not even sure I could have held on to my position as the top leader of Pingplain City—let alone moved up one more step!" Wang's wife smiled. "You two don't need to be so formal. By the way, those girls just now—?" "Those are employees from Xiao Feng's company. The sisters are all very capable," Wang Xiaoniu said, eager not to let her parents know everything. "Oh, I see. That makes sense," Wang's wife nodded with a smile. "But Xiao Feng himself is truly the most capable—so young, yet already managing assets in the billions. That's a level of achievement many people can only dream of over a lifetime!" Now, Wang's wife felt a genuine sense of being a mother-in-law watching her daughter-in-law, growing more and more delighted with each passing moment. After all, women are naturally sensitive—though she didn't know her beloved daughter had already become Qin Shao's woman, she deeply hoped they would end up together. The four of them were chatting warmly. While casually mentioning recent events in the Sun Kingdom, Wang Xiaoniu immediately interjected, "All of those things were done by Feng Bo!" "What? You're really saying that?" Wang Uncle asked. Since the matter had already been brought up, there was no point in keeping it a secret. Qin the Young man nodded and said, "Yes, it's all me—having kept the Sun Kingdom and the Americans completely off balance. Uncle and Aunt, I'd really appreciate it if you could keep this confidential!" "Of course we will," the couple agreed simultaneously. ... In America, the Elder Bloodline's headquarters. King Ferre's expression was anything but pleased. Before him lay several sheets of paper, each filled with accomplishments Qin Feng had achieved in recent times. Although many of the details remained unverified, one thing was certain—Qin's life had been exceptionally comfortable. He simply couldn't accept this reality. That young man had not only disrupted his business operations but also eliminated his most trusted associates. He would not rest until he had personally eliminated Qin. He has always harbored a deep fear of the Chinese cultivators—so profound that it has seeped into his very bones—and never imagined he would ever visit the Chinese land in his lifetime. But now it seems, without taking a bold leap of faith, he simply cannot proceed. He slams the table and declares, "Thunder and Fenjue, get ready—we're heading to the Chinese realm!" The two exchange glances. Thunder, the angel, speaks up, "King Feile, this seems incredibly risky. What if, the moment we step foot in China, the cultivators surround and attack us? What then?" "You're afraid," Feile King scoffs. "Then let us fight the cultivation world head-on. What's there to fear? Moreover, according to our investigation, Qin Feng has a strained relationship with the cultivators. Perhaps they'll simply choose to ignore us. Isn't that the way Chinese people typically behave?" "The Thunder Angel still felt concerned, saying, 'That's true, but the Chinese also have a strong sense of unity and solidarity. If we decide to go, we must be well-prepared—otherwise, we might not even have a chance to meet Qin Feng before being eliminated by others!' King Fei Li smiled and replied, 'Then let's first communicate with the White Crane Sect and the Lin Family. They harbor deep grudges against Qin Feng. As long as these two factions remain neutral, the other cultivators won't object much!' 'A good idea,' said the Wrathful Angel, who had remained silent until now. Thus, under their lord's instructions, the two of them carried valuable gifts and journeyed separately to the White Crane Sect and the Lin Family. King Fei Li himself stayed on a small island close to the Chinese coastline, awaiting their return. As he had anticipated, upon receiving the gifts, both the White Crane Sect and the Lin Family immediately expressed that while the cultivation world could not tolerate foreign invasions, such a modest act of retribution was entirely acceptable." In fact, even without presenting gifts, the two families would still agree, since they both harbor a strong dislike for Qin Feng. "Your Majesty, you truly have a gift for foresight!" the Thunder Angel praised, flattery in his tone. He smiled, "This is nothing at all. After all, every human has personal desires—even those who claim to live with pure, unspoiled hearts are no exception. As long as they're willing to tolerate us, what more do we have to offer?" The Wrath Angel frowned, saying, "My Majesty, I believe we should exercise some restraint when we act, lest we provoke anger among the other cultivators." "Of course," he replied, "our objective is solely Qin Feng.