Ultimate Master in Urban

The Andes Mountains, located on the western coast of South America, stretch from Panama to Chile, spanning more than 8900 kilometers in length from north to south, making it the longest mountain range in the world!

Especially, the Andes Mountains traverse the western side of the South American continent, and are known as the backbone of South America!

Of course, this is the common perception of the Andes Mountains, but little do people know that the Andes are actually the holy mountains of the Americans!

There, is the place of pilgrimage!

Moreover, surrounding the Andes Mountains, legends have been passed down for generations in these countries!

It is said that within the Andes Mountains, some extraordinary humans live, who are neither from special state departments nor are they researchers!

Yet, these people are incredibly powerful, capable of catching bullets single-handedly, treating steel like mud, and traversing mountains and waters as if walking on flat ground!

These people belong to a force known as the Saint Alliance!

The Holy City is the base of the Saint Alliance!

The presidents and leaders of various American countries, after each inauguration, would mysteriously disappear for a few days, during which they enter the Andes Mountains for a pilgrimage!

The Holy City, located in the forbidden zone of the Andes Mountains, appears like a fortress from the outside!

Within the Holy City, there is a majestic building known as the Holy Mother Church!

Its interior is lavishly decorated; the corridors and halls are all adorned with images of the Holy Mother, exuding authority and nobility!

In the hall, a piano rests, and an elderly man is playing a piano piece — "Dedicated to Alice"!

The melodious musical notes resonate endlessly in the hall, so enchanting that it seems to immerse one in a sea of music!

On a luxurious limited-edition seahorse leather sofa at one side, a woman in white is seated!

She is dressed in a white gauze dress, her figure voluptuous, and manner graceful!

Her face is alluringly beautiful, and her golden hair radiates a captivating sheen!

If not for the crow's feet at her eyes, she would be indistinguishable from a young girl!

Yet, anyone who knows her age would be astonished, for this woman is already sixty to seventy years old!

She is the renowned Holy Virgin of America — Natasha!

A woman, aged yet almost bewilderingly alluring like a specter!

At this moment, Natasha, savoring Emperor-level French red wine, listens with her eyes closed to "Dedicated to Alice," utterly mesmerized!

As the piece concludes, the elderly man playing the piano stands up and bows slightly to Natasha:

"Holy Mother, pardon my clumsy performance!"

Clap clap clap!

Natasha, with an enchanting smile, applauds, and looking at this old man, her lips curl into a charming arc:

"Haha... Mr. Gran's piano piece is still that delightful! I remember, fifty years ago, you used this piano piece to propose to me! Alas, it wasn't meant to be!"

Natasha, looking like a granddaughter next to the elderly pianist Gran, makes the conversation seem exceedingly odd!

Hearing this, Master Gran smiles wryly:

"Holy Mother, you remain youthful, but I am old! Now, playing even one piano piece exhausts me greatly!"

"Indeed! We age..."

Natasha's lips maintain a faint arc, as she tastes the wine in her glass, her face full of regret:

"Mr. Gran, it's hard for me to imagine how I would get through days without your piano pieces accompanying me! By the way, I remember you mentioned that you have an exceptional disciple, whose piano skill surpasses yours. Is that true?"

Speaking of his disciple, Master Gran's face fills with pride:

"Yes! Holy Mother, that disciple of mine is truly extraordinary! I have taken many students in my life, each of whom studied with me for twenty or thirty years, but that disciple of mine reached 80% of my level in just half a year!"

At this point, Master Gran's face reveals a hint of regret:

"If only he could continue to study with me, I can assure you that within three years, his piano skill would reach a level unsurpassed by history! But unfortunately... his heart wasn't in it!"

"Oh?"

Listening to Master Gran's high praise for his disciple, Natasha's interest grows!

Master Gran is, after all, the world's foremost pianist, commanding appearance fees close to a billion US Dollars per performance; anyone so highly praised by him must not be ordinary:

"After hearing Mr. Gran talk about him, I do want to meet your disciple! What's his name?"

"His name is..." Master Gran was just about to say his disciple's name!

At that critical moment, a man in a white suit entered, panic-stricken!

"Holy Mother!"

The man in white, upon entering, kneels on one knee, hand over heart!

But the cold sweat trickling from his forehead couldn't be held back!

Seeing her subordinate entering so frantically, Natasha's elegant brows knit together, her beautiful eyes flashing with a stern glint, as she asks:

"What's wrong? Coming in such a rush, what kind of decorum is this!!!"

Although Natasha's voice is calm, the man in white is terrified to the core, his whole body trembling violently, as he quickly says:

"Holy Mother, it's... news from the young master..."

"Wood? What kind of good news could come from my precious son! He probably just killed a few people or took a few women!" Natasha seems to have a good grasp of her son's temperament, carelessly waving her hand:

"Such trivial matters being reported to me, your discipline is slipping!"

"No... Holy Mother! The young master... he... has been crippled!" The man in white, having said this, was already soaked with cold sweat!

It was as if he wasn't talking to a human, but to a demon, filled with dread!

What!!!

This word made Natasha stand up with a jolt, the stern expression on her youthful face flickering continually!

"What did you just say? Who was crippled? By whom? Speak!!!"

Natasha seized the white-clad man's neck, lifting him into the air!

The man's neck nearly snapped, his face flushing as he haltingly said:

"Holy Mother, according... to the Black Cross's report, the young master's 9 ribs were broken... his right hand... was torn off!"

"Damned!!!"

This word was like a fuse to dynamite, turning Natasha's alluring face instantly ferocious:

"Who did it? How is my darling now!!!"

"The... young master is now receiving healing at the Black Cross, and the one who tore off his arm is... the immortal madman..." the man in white said with all his strength!

After his words, Natasha, almost crazed, suddenly exerted force with her jade hand!

Crack!

The neck of the man in white snapped, and his body was discarded on the ground like garbage!

At this moment, Master Gran trembled fiercely at the mention of the immortal madman:

"It... it's Ye Feng..."