Taoist Master Leaves the Mountains: All My Senior Sisters Love Me

"Doctor Wang, you need not fear them, just focus on the competition. With me here, they wouldn't dare do anything to you!"

Tan Long, seeing the slightly conflicted expression on Wang Ye's face, thought that Wang Ye was afraid.

However, in fact, Wang Ye didn't feel a trace of fear at all.

"What is the relationship between that He Lei and Yang Junsheng?" Wang Ye asked indifferently.

When facing He Lei, Tan Long was polite enough to address him as Young Master He. Yet, when it came to Yang Junsheng, Tan Long didn't show any courtesy at all.

So, it was obvious that He Lei's status was much higher than Yang Junsheng's.

"The He Family, where He Lei comes from, is one of the Yun City Four Great Families. They have always had a partnership with the Yang Family. Moreover, many of the Yang Family's businesses are dependent on the He Family. Even this Medicinal Materials Conference, it was the He Family who gave the opportunity for the Yang Family to qualify as a co-organizer," Tan Long explained.

With this explanation, Wang Ye understood. That Yang Junsheng was clearly nothing more than a follower of He Lei.

However, birds of a feather flock together, they both had similar personalities. So, their gathering was something that made sense.

"The middle-aged man wearing Tang attire following He Lei, do you know him? He seems to be somewhat capable," Wang Ye continued to inquire.

But Tan Long shook his head, "I wouldn't know, I had been lying down for a long time due to an injury. I am not clear about many things in the jianghu, especially such a minor character."

Aside from He Lei, Tan Long actually didn't take anyone else seriously, so naturally, he wouldn't go out of his way to find out about them.

Wang Ye didn't press further, after all, the man in Tang attire might not be able to cause him much trouble.

As the two of them talked, the host had already taken the stage and started hosting today's competition.

Before the competition, Yang Junsheng actually went up and spoke a few words as a representative of the organizers.

But his level was simply too low, and Wang Ye didn't even want to listen to his words.

Soon, the first round of the competition officially began.

Unlike the Treasure Appraisal Conference, the matches in this Medicinal Materials Conference started from the first round and were head-to-head duels.

With a total of sixty-four contestants, after three rounds of competition, it would progress directly to the finals.

So, this competition also involved an element of luck. Because if you encountered the strongest opponent in the first round, then you would certainly be eliminated straight away.

But for Wang Ye, there simply was no element of luck, for he was the strongest opponent himself. Others would fear encountering him, but he would never fear encountering others.

After the competition began, He Lei, Yang Junsheng, and Zhou Tianhao sat in the front VIP seats, discussing among themselves.

"Young Master He, why did you specifically instruct them to arrange a weaker opponent for Wang Ye? Could it be that you want to let this Wang Ye win against a kid?" Zhou Tianhao, who could never keep his peace, asked straightforwardly.

"Shut up!" Yang Junsheng hastily reprimanded him.

Zhou Tianhao making careless remarks or venting in front of him was one thing, but if he upset He Lei, that would be hard to smooth over.

Chided by Yang Junsheng, Zhou Tianhao didn't dare fight back and could only lower his head, retreating with a sheepish expression.

He Lei, however, didn't bother about it and said indifferently, "If Wang Ye is eliminated right at the start, then whom shall we play with later on?"

Yang Junsheng, upon hearing He Lei's words, acted as if he had an epiphany.

"Indeed, Young Master He is right. Without Wang Ye, there would be no highlight to look forward to!"

But Yang Junsheng, in his mind, had already considered this. His reaction was nothing more than a deliberate act of flattery toward He Lei.

Moreover, he was very clear that even without any special arrangements, Wang Ye would be able to advance smoothly to the final round.

On the stage, the one-on-one contest had already begun.

Each round of the competition featured the same items. There were three items in total, best two out of three rounds.

Wang Ye's strength was exceptional, and the opponents Yang Junsheng arranged for him were all of low level.

So, Wang Ye practically won the first two rounds with ease, without breaking a sweat.

While waiting for the third round to start, an important figure arrived at the medicinal herb conference venue.

From the Fang Family, Miss Fang Feifei, made her way to the scene.

Although she only brought a secretary with her, her brilliance was so captivating that she immediately drew the attention of the audience on site.

The moment He Lei saw Fang Feifei, he immediately rose to greet her.

"Feifei, it's you! What brings you here?"

However, Fang Feifei met He Lei's enthusiasm with a cold face and didn't respond, heading straight for Wang Ye instead.

Being ignored by Fang Feifei in this way, and with so many people watching, made He Lei feel like he couldn't save face.

So, He Lei followed her and said with a somewhat icy tone, "Fang Feifei, I'm talking to you. What do you mean by this?"

Fang Feifei still didn't pay any attention to He Lei, but instead smiled at Wang Ye, "Wang Ye, how's the competition going? I'm here to cheer you on."

Wang Ye was puzzled when he heard Fang Feifei say this. Fang Feifei had specially come to cheer him on, but why?

Though he was puzzled, Wang Ye still politely replied, "The competition is going well, thank you for personally coming over, Miss Fang."

Seeing how warmly Fang Feifei treated Wang Ye, He Lei became even more irritated.

Then, He Lei stepped directly in front of Fang Feifei, "Fang Feifei, are you ignoring me?"

Only then did Fang Feifei glance at He Lei disdainfully, and said indifferently, "He Lei, what you're doing is no different from a court jester's antics."

"You…" He Lei's face turned red with anger.

Facing others, he could remain calm and composed, but in front of Fang Feifei, he completely lost control of himself.

Yang Junsheng, who was standing by, knew that if this continued, He Lei would lose even more face, so he quickly advised, "Young Master He, let it be, don't do this, everyone's watching!"

He Lei gritted his teeth, looked around, and managed to restrain himself.

Then he turned his gaze to Wang Ye and glared fiercely at him.

In He Lei's heart, all of this was caused by Wang Ye. Therefore, his resentment towards Wang Ye deepened even further.

"Wang Ye, pay no attention to them, rest well. Good luck in the next round. I will stay right here with you until the competition ends,"

Fang Feifei walked directly next to Wang Ye, took his arm, and sat down.

She knew very well that this would make He Lei hate Wang Ye even more, but she seemed to do this on purpose, as if to deepen the conflict between He Lei and Wang Ye.

"Wang Ye! Just you wait." He Lei muttered under his breath and stormed off.