Top-tier Unruly Master

The patriarch of the Lin Family, Lin Beijiang. Not only in Honggang City, but even within the Chinese Community, he is a legendary figure.

In his earlier years, when Grandfather Lin was still quite young, he used his bare fists to fight for a foothold at the docks of Honggang City. A series of fortuitous events allowed him to gradually expand until today, the Lin Family's Tianyang Group is not just a major enterprise in Huaxia Country, but also ranks highly in Yahuan State.

It could be said that without Lin Beijiang, there would be no Lin Family as we know it today.

Over the years, the health of the Lin Family's patriarch had been failing, and he had been abroad for treatment, so all the major and minor affairs of the Lin Family fell on Lin Zhanting's shoulders.

Upon hearing that Grandfather Lin had already arrived at the gates of the resort, Fu Yuanzheng hurriedly said, "Now that Grandfather Lin has arrived, I must personally go to welcome him."

"There's no need, my grandfather doesn't want to cause too much of a stir, and he actually wants to meet with someone alone right now," Lin Zhanting said.

Fu Yuanzheng did not feel slighted by Lin Zhanting's refusal. Given the reputation of Grandfather Lin, it was indeed true that he wasn't someone just anyone could meet.

"If that's the case, then I won't disturb Grandfather Lin," Fu Yuanzheng said with tact.

Lin Zhanting nodded and did not continue the conversation with Fu Yuanzheng. He turned to Ding Fan, "Little brother, upon returning, my grandfather immediately said he wanted to meet you. Little brother, what do you think..."

"Since it's a senior from the Lin family, of course, I should visit," Ding Fan said with a smile.

The announcement from Grandfather Lin would have thrilled others, knowing that he wanted to meet with them alone.

But Ding Fan was a hidden master who had retired from the Cultivation World, and Lin Zhanting was somewhat worried that Ding Fan might decline the meeting.

Seeing Ding Fan respond in such a manner, Lin Zhanting was at ease. "Let's go, I'll take you to him."

After speaking, Lin Zhanting led Ding Fan away. Lin Yanxi and Hu Jin followed the two men, squeezing out of the crowd.

Fu Yuanzheng watched the scene, his brow furrowing slightly.

As for who Grandfather Lin was, Fu Yuanzheng, who had been part of the elite circle for so long, would undoubtedly be aware. After all, even the mayor of Honggang City couldn't meet Lin Beijiang without an appointment.

And now, Lin Beijiang had requested to meet with Ding Fan alone...

Who exactly was this Ding Fan? What were his origins? Could it be that he was the son of some major family, a young lord, a wealthy second-generation...

Fu Yuanzheng pondered for a while but couldn't come to a conclusion, so he eventually went back to his duties.

...

Ding Fan and Lin Zhanting arrived in front of a motorhome.

Ding Fan may not know much about cars, but even at a glance, he could tell that this motorhome was a luxury vehicle. Whether it was the design of the vehicle, the paintwork, or the painstaking detail of the craftsmanship, all were exquisitely fine.

At that moment, the door of the motorhome opened slowly, and Lin Zhanting gestured for Ding Fan to please enter.

Ding Fan glanced at Lin Zhanting beside him. It seemed that Grandfather Lin only wanted to meet him alone.

Without hesitation, Ding Fan boldly stepped into the vehicle.

Inside, Ding Fan found the motorhome's interior to be bordering on opulent. A thick carpet covered the floor, there was a small minibar, and the sofa next to it was evidently an expensive genuine leather piece. On the wall opposite the minibar, a tiger skin was hung.

At that moment, an elder with completely white hair was sitting on the sofa in front of the minibar.

Ding Fan assessed the elder.

This old man must have been no less than seventy, dressed in a Tang suit, with some wrinkles on his face. However, Ding Fan could still discern the spirited vigor of the elder's younger days in his appearance.

Furthermore, this elder was a Martial Artist. Judging by his cultivation, at his peak, he must have been no less than Grade Eight at the Human Level... However, due to the illness in his body, managing to maintain a third grade at the Human Level would be quite good.

This elder was the helmsman of the Lin Family, Lin Beijiang.

While Ding Fan was sizing up Lin Beijiang, the elder was also scrutinizing Ding Fan.

With a calm demeanor, although not showing any arrogance, a steely pride could still be faintly sensed from him.

"You must be Ding Fan. I've heard Zhanting talk about you. Indeed, you have an extraordinary presence... please, have a seat," Lin Beijiang said sincerely.

Lin Beijiang possessed a strong aura, in front of which even the most prominent figures would feel uneasy. Yet, in front of Lin Beijiang, Ding Fan was composed and at ease. He seemed as though he was chatting with a friend, with no hint of restraint.

"Grandfather Lin, you flatter me," Ding Fan said with a polite smile, then sat down on the sofa in the guest area.

"I've been plagued by illness, so I've been recuperating abroad. That's why Zhan Ting has been overseeing the affairs of the Lin Family. If it weren't for your righteous help before, curing my son of his illness, I'm afraid my family would have faced another crisis," Lin Beijiang said after a brief exchange of pleasantries.

"Zhan Ting and I share a bond of brotherhood; it was merely a helping hand from me."

"Ding Fan, it's just the two of us here. I have ten million here for you. Let's handle this matter ourselves. Take the money and leave," Lin Beijiang said as he surprisingly pulled out a bank card from his pocket.

Ding Fan glanced at the bank card Lin Beijiang had placed on the coffee table in front of him and slightly furrowed his brow. He was somewhat puzzled as to why Lin Beijiang was doing this.

Lin Beijiang didn't wait for Ding Fan to speak and continued, "Zhan Ting's illness was caused by a master from the Three Flames Gate. I know how they operate. You've foiled their plans, and they surely won't let you off. I remember the favor you did for my Lin Family. My young friend, it's best that you leave."

Upon hearing this, Ding Fan understood the meaning behind Lin Beijiang's words.

Ding Fan replied with a calm smile, "So, Grandfather Lin is worried about the Three Flames Gate taking action against me... There's no need for Elder Lin to worry on my behalf—the people from the Three Flames Gate wouldn't dare do much to me."

Lin Beijiang frowned, "Ding Fan, I heard from Zhan Ting that you had killed their Human Level Grade Eight, Thousand-Faced Duke. But as far as I know, the Three Flames Gate might also have Human Pinnacle Warriors, and it's not impossible that they have Earth Level Martial Artists. Such figures are definitely not ones we can afford to provoke..."

Lin Beijiang hadn't finished speaking when his expression suddenly froze.

At that moment, a ball of flame flickered in Ding Fan's palm as if it had a life of its own, dancing there...

Telekinetic Technique!?

Seeing this, Lin Beijiang's face turned pale.

He, too, was once a disciple of the Three Flames Gate, a Grade Eight Human Level strongman. Telekinetic Technique is a hallmark of advancing to Earth Level. Even the leader of the Three Flames Gate had yet to break through to telekinetic control, yet here Ding Fan had accomplished it.

How old was Ding Fan? With Lin Beijiang's discerning eye, Ding Fan couldn't have been more than twenty-two or three years old. At that age, Lin Beijiang himself was likely only at the second or third grade of Human Level cultivation, yet Ding Fan had already reached the stage of telekinesis.

In simple terms, it means that Ding Fan had achieved Earth Level cultivation just past the age of twenty.

How terrifying a feat that was—to know that some of the old monsters within the Hidden Sects couldn't break through to Earth Level even in their eighties or nineties...

"No wonder... no wonder..."

Even though Lin Beijiang was once a prominent figure, he now couldn't help but lose his composure. A twenty-year-old Earth Level Martial Artist—if one hadn't seen it with their own eyes, who would believe it?

At that moment, what Lin Beijiang wanted to say was that it's no wonder Ding Fan wasn't afraid of the Three Flames Gate; an Earth Level Cultivation expert indeed had no reason to fear them.

At this time, Lin Beijiang felt a wave of relief within his heart. He was fortunate that Lin Zhan Ting had made a friend like Ding Fan; having someone like Ding Fan as an enemy could truly cause one sleepless nights.

"Today, Lin Jiacheng has laid quite a few traps; they're prepared to deal with you forcefully. I wonder how Elder Lin plans to handle this?"

Ding Fan then retracted the flame and asked the adjacent Lin Beijiang.

Since Ding Fan had advanced to the Fourth Level of Qi Cultivation, his Fireball Technique had nearly reached perfection. Controlling a fireball with his hand was actually not difficult for him.

Seeing Ding Fan mention Lin Jiacheng, Lin Beijiang's expression became grave. "This is also part of the Lin Family's fate. I did owe Lin Jiacheng's father in the past... It's a long story. Lin Jiacheng's father was my own brother, and in any case, they are descendants of the Lin Family.

I plan to hand over all the Huaxia Country's business to Lin Jiacheng; that should make amends to my deceased brother."

Ding Fan glanced at Lin Beijiang and chose not to say much else.

After all, these were internal matters of the Lin Family, and it wouldn't be appropriate for an outsider like him to interfere too much.

However, while that was his thought, Ding Fan didn't choose to wash his hands of the matter. Since Lin Jiacheng could go so far as to attempt to kill Lin Yanxi, then tonight's events wouldn't be settled just because Lin Beijiang decided to hand over the Huaxia Country's business to him.

Yet, these were thoughts Ding Fan kept to himself. There was no point in voicing them now, as the situation hadn't escalated to that point yet.

"It's about time; let's go in together for a drink," Lin Beijiang said with a smile as he looked towards Ding Fan.

Before, Lin Beijiang had wanted Ding Fan to leave because he was worried about involving him. But now it was different; Ding Fan was an Earth Level Martial Artist, a trump card. With someone like that by his side, how could he possibly ask him to leave?

Ding Fan nodded. "Alright."

Lin Zhanting then gently pressed a button he carried with him, which was to contact the recreational vehicle's driver. Once pressed, the RV slowly started moving.

The vehicle was exceptionally smooth; in the cabin, if it weren't for seeing the scenery moving backwards outside the window, one wouldn't even realize they were riding in a vehicle.

But Ding Fan wasn't impressed. The RV was just nice to look at; the Flying Carpet he had in the Cultivation World was far superior to this vehicle...