Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil

"Boom!"

At this moment, a fist suddenly struck Li Bianxi’s chest, shattering his heart directly.

This punch wasn’t delivered by Ye Qingfeng, but by Mo Wu, who stood behind him and punched Li Bianxi’s back.

As Li Bianxi fell, he struggled to turn his head and looked at Mo Wu with disbelief, as if he couldn’t comprehend that Mo Wu had betrayed him once again.

"Senior, I deserve to die for betraying the Family Head and siding with Li Bianxi!" Mo Wu knelt on the ground, actively begging Ye Qingfeng for forgiveness.

He was indeed a very smooth-talking person and ruthless enough to kill Li Bianxi without hesitation, making swift decisions.

"You don’t need to apologize to me. I didn’t come to clean up their family affairs. It was the Li Family who wanted to assassinate me, and I’m here to settle the score!"

Ye Qingfeng said coldly, his voice suddenly rising, making one’s heart tremble.

"Mr. Ye Qingfeng, it was our mistake, but we never acted against you. We had agreed initially, but it was Li Bianxi who acted on his own accord and attempted to assassinate Senior Ye Qingfeng."

Li Taiqing spoke respectfully, as Ye Qingfeng had just saved them, otherwise, they would have been in danger.

His words were mostly truthful, except for that they hadn’t agreed. The properties in Huaxia were too valuable to just hand over to Ye Qingfeng. For Hanxing, this was a significant loss.

The Li Family would find it difficult to accept this!

Li Taiqing said this to appease Ye Qingfeng.

"Alright, remember to handle the property transfer!" Ye Qingfeng said lightly, turning away without further comment.

"Rest assured, Mr. Ye Qingfeng, give us three days to sort out Huaxia’s properties and transfer them under your name!" Li Taiqing said respectfully.

Ye Qingfeng left the room directly, uninterested in Mo Wu and Li Taiqing’s relationship, as long as Mo Wu didn’t kill Li Taiqing now.

It seemed Mo Wu no longer had the courage.

Three days.

This was the time Ye Qingfeng gave Li Taiqing. He had already contacted Wang Siyu, who would be in Huaxia to coordinate the handover procedures with Hanxing’s representative there.

Everything was conducted quietly, but it couldn’t escape the domestic media’s attention, and soon, various news began circulating online.

Suddenly, Huaxia was in shock, almost unable to believe that Hanxing Group would sell all of its assets in Huaxia to Huayu Group.

Of course, they didn’t know that these were gifts free of charge from Hanxing Group.

Ye Qingfeng stayed relaxed at Han River Manor, quite content, and unexpectedly, the anticipated Haidong Martial Arts Hall made no appearance, much to his surprise.

"Since my arrival in Korea, Wan Potian must’ve been informed, but considering this is Korea, he probably won’t come!"

Ye Qingfeng said lightly.

Wan Potian holds a crucial position in Huaxia and wouldn’t easily leave, especially to a country like Korea, which isn’t particularly friendly towards Huaxia.

The United States has deployed a missile base in Korea.

"Even returning to Huaxia wouldn’t be a problem, with the Futu Sword by my side, I don’t need to fear Wan Potian’s pursuit. If he dares to act, within a year, I’ll surely cut him down!"

Ye Qingfeng’s gaze turned icy, speaking coldly.

As he spoke, Ye Qingfeng’s figure flashed, stepping onto the Futu Sword, and flew into the sky.

Four Seasons Hotel, the only six-star hotel in Han City.

Ye Qingfeng’s Divine Sense covered it, easily locating Jian Lingling. With a flash, he flew into her room through the window.

Walking into the room with a gentle smile, Ye Qingfeng’s Divine Sense sensed Jian Lingling bathing inside, her perfect curves immediately exposed to his Divine Sense.

The sensitivity of Divine Sense is far stronger than the five senses, making this scene more alluring than seeing it with his own eyes.

Water droplets slid down Ling’er’s tender and smooth skin, splashing into small flowers, each part clearly presented to Ye Qingfeng’s Divine Sense.

Blushing, tender, Ling’er’s skin could be described as perfect, fair as jade, with a hint of rosiness, akin to a ripe peach.

"Yun’er, is that you? I’ll be right out!" Jian Lingling’s voice called out, astounded by Ye Qingfeng’s footsteps in the bathroom.

Then turning off the shower, without drying herself, she wrapped herself in a pure white towel, walking out barefoot.

"Ye Qingfeng?" Jian Lingling called out in surprise, overjoyed, as a hint of red appeared on her charming face.

Jian Lingling indeed was beautiful, once the campus belle of Eastern University, pure and lovely. Her egg-shaped face starkly different from the internet-famous sharp faces, with an inherently pure freshness.

Even now, as the Jian Family Patriarch, managing three listed companies, she exuded a mature and aloof temperament, yet still possessed a refreshing and sunny aura that was captivating.

At this moment, she was merely wrapped in a towel, still wet droplets sliding down her shiny smooth skin, fragile and translucent.

Her smooth little feet exposed outside, leading up to slender calves devoid of extra flesh, like prime mutton fat jade, tempting one to touch and play.

The only regret was those round, fair thighs, encased in the towel, barely revealing a small part, which only aroused more curiosity to explore further.

"Ye Qingfeng, why are you here?" Jian Lingling asked, face beaming with joy.

"Didn’t I say? Once things are settled, I’ll come visit."

Ye Qingfeng chuckled lightly, his eyes gliding over Jian Lingling’s enticing figure.

Feeling Ye Qingfeng’s heated gaze, Jian Lingling’s delicate face blushed slightly, her heart filled with a subtle joy.

To receive such a gaze from Ye Qingfeng pleased her immensely.

After a period of silence, Jian Lingling’s face grew redder, this well-regarded Jian Family Patriarch, almost like a timid young girl before Ye Qingfeng.

Gone was the usual arrogance.

"What, what brings you to see me?"

Jian Lingling asked softly, her face rosy with a blush, speaking with a voice as quiet as an ant.

Her heart pounded, Ye Qingfeng’s gaze seemed almost magical, as if it could see through her robe, making her shy yet slightly excited.

"See for what?"

Ye Qingfeng chuckled, raising an eyebrow, suddenly reaching out, wrapping his arms around Jian Lingling’s slender and smooth waist.

Ye Qingfeng caught hold of Jian Lingling’s bathrobe, pulling gently, causing it to fall to the floor. Her fair, egg-like smooth body was fully revealed before Ye Qingfeng.