Beauty Chairwoman's Bodyguard Expert

Ji Xingyun’s movements were swift and fierce, giving the black-clad man no time to react. In the blink of an eye, Ji Xingyun’s fingers were already right in front of the black-clad man, almost within reach.

Just as Ji Xingyun’s attack reached inches away, the black-clad man, initially motionless, finally moved, retreating silently like a ghost. Ji Xingyun’s fingers brushed past the black-clad man’s neck but failed to even touch him.

"Can you escape?"

Ji Xingyun’s gaze fell on the black-clad man, a cold glint suddenly flashing in his eyes. His True Qi erupted, and a streak of Shadowless Sword Qi burst forth, like a fierce lightning bolt, slashing toward the black-clad man.

Upon sensing that fierce Sword Qi, the black-clad man’s expression turned slightly serious. He grasped the air with a large hand, and a sword formed by True Qi suddenly appeared in his hand. With a backhand move, the sword violently clashed against the incoming Shadowless Sword Qi.

"Bang!"

The two attacks collided forcefully, causing a terrifying wave of energy to spread outward. Under this power, the entire pavilion seemed to weather away in an instant, shattering into pieces, and both Ji Xingyun and the black-clad man retreated simultaneously.

However, unlike Ji Xingyun, who stopped after leaving the pavilion, the black-clad man did not pause. His figure floated silently out of the courtyard like a wisp of smoke, leaving only his voice echoing in the air.

"Ji Group Leader, there’s no need to try to force me to act in this way to discover my identity. It’s useless. Although you are strong, you cannot kill me. More importantly, Ji Group Leader, I am not your enemy. As for my true identity, you will know in due time. Now is not the time. I hope you won’t mind my abrupt visit today."

"There’s one more thing I haven’t lied about. Tang Kongming is not dead, and he will definitely appear in Beijing during this time."

The black-clad man’s voice lingered in the air, but his figure had already vanished without a trace.

Ji Xingyun stood there, listening to the black-clad man’s words, his expression unchanged. He did not pursue the black-clad man but remained thoughtful, speculating endlessly about the true identity of the black-clad man.

However, after much speculation, Ji Xingyun still couldn’t determine the black-clad man’s identity. But one thing Ji Xingyun was certain of was that this mysterious black-clad man suddenly appearing in Beijing must have a close connection with the Lu Family or Jiang Liufeng, or even Lu Tianxing. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have come to inform Ji Xingyun specifically about Tang Kongming.

"Dong!" "Dong!" "Dong!"

Just as Ji Xingyun was deep in thought, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly approached.

Soon, Sima Lingyun’s figure appeared in the back courtyard. When he saw the pavilion that had become almost flattened, a look of astonishment appeared on his face, and he stood there in a daze. After all, in Sima Lingyun’s mind, Ji Xingyun was an invincible presence. Now, even the pavilion was destroyed, which showed how powerful the visitor must have been.

"Ling Yun, why are you here?" Ji Xingyun asked as soon as he saw Sima Lingyun.

Hearing Ji Xingyun’s words, Sima Lingyun came back to his senses and said, "I seemed to have seen your Sword Intent erupting from outside just now. I was worried something might have happened to you, so I rushed over here."

At this point, Sima Lingyun looked at Ji Xingyun and said, "Master, were you just now attacked by an enemy? Should the Yanhuang Group step in?"

"No need, you don’t need to interfere in this matter."

Ji Xingyun directly refused Sima Lingyun. Then, as if remembering something, Ji Xingyun spoke again, "Ling Yun, have the Yanhuang Group monitor every move in Beijing closely. If you discover anyone suspicious, inform me immediately, without any delay. And you’re not to take any action without permission."

Ji Xingyun’s voice was full of seriousness.

Fifty years ago, Tang Kongming was a genius of the Tang Family, terrifyingly talented to the extreme. Fifty years later, Tang Kongming’s power must have progressed to an absolutely terrifying level. Even if facing Tang Kongming, Ji Xingyun would need to be highly vigilant.

After all, the rumors about Tang Kongming back then were numerous, including those suggesting that if Tang Kongming hadn’t disappeared, he was highly likely to reach the realm of Earthly Immortals.

Although Tang Kongming disappeared for fifty years, who knows if he has become even more fearsome after those fifty years.

As the saying goes, when a person faces a desperate situation, they either wait for death or push forward to break through the predicament. Tang Kongming belongs to the latter, who would never sever his own path, disappearing mysteriously from the Tang Family. Now that Tang Kongming has appeared, Ji Xingyun is more vigilant than ever, knowing that Tang Kongming was already terrifying fifty years ago, and he’s most likely even more so now.

Even when facing Tang Kongming, Ji Xingyun would need to prepare thoroughly; otherwise, it might lead to his death.

Sima Lingyun deeply inhaled as he heard Ji Xingyun’s words, his expression turning quite serious. Although Ji Xingyun hadn’t said much to him, being raised by Ji Xingyun since childhood, he understood his master’s nature. In China, apart from Old Master Lu, almost no one could make his master take such precautions.

But now, seeing the unavoidable seriousness on Ji Xingyun’s face, even forbidding him to act on his own accord, indicated that a frightening person had come to Beijing, which wouldn’t make his master so solemn otherwise.

"Master, I know what to do," Sima Lingyun said heavily, looking at Ji Xingyun.

"Yes,"

Ji Xingyun slightly nodded, gesturing to Sima Lingyun and saying, "If there’s nothing else, Ling Yun, you should go back first. Your presence is needed in Beijing for the time being."

"Master, I will take my leave then."

Saying this, Sima Lingyun didn’t say anything more but turned and walked out. He knew his master’s character too well, knowing that pressing further would be useless unless Ji Xingyun chose to speak on his own.

Watching Sima Lingyun leave, Ji Xingyun softly sighed in his heart, slowly turned around, standing with hands behind his back, staring at the fish swimming in the pond, lost in thought. Whether he was contemplating Tang Kongming or the suddenly appeared black-clad man remained a mystery...