Published: February 25, 2025
Fear gripped Zhang Honghua, causing his face to turn pale and cold sweat to drip like beads from his forehead onto the ground.
At this moment, Tan Yun silently transmitted a message to Chu Xiaosa, saying, "You were supposed to play along, but you really overdid it. How can you drag me into this with the City Lord?"
"That would surely scare Zhang Honghua to death. Besides, the City Lord is the ruler of Xuan Yuan Immortal City; even if Zhang Honghua had a thousand guts, he wouldn’t dare to verify it with the City Lord!"
Tan Yun transmitted coldly, "Don't be like this, or you might get burned!"
After transmitting the message to Chu Xiaosa, Tan Yun looked down at Zhang Honghua from a high position and said flatly, "Zhang, your son wanted to kill me but ended up dead instead. Is it your son's fault or mine?"
Zhang Honghua trembled and replied, "According to the city regulations, it was my son's fault. He deserved to die; it has nothing to do with you."
"Well, at least you're saying something sensible." After Tan Yun spoke, he relaxed his grip, and Zhang Honghua collapsed in fear.
Tan Yun arrogantly turned around, took a seat in a chair, and coldly said, "Zhang Honghua, you are just a dog of Miao Jincheng; I won't make it hard for you."
"Where is Miao Jincheng now?"
Zhang Honghua anxiously replied, "Boss Tan, my master went to the alchemical refinement guild three days ago to deal with something with his foster father, and he hasn't returned yet..."
Before Zhang Honghua could finish his sentence, a hearty laugh came from outside, "Honghua, how's the matter I sent someone to handle at the Four Arts Heavenly Pavilion?"
Then, Miao Jincheng, a plump man in his sixties, entered the main hall with a smile.
Miao Jincheng glanced at the unfamiliar Tan Yun and Chu Xiaosa, then frowned as he looked at Zhang Honghua, who had a bruised face, and asked, "What happened here?"
Before Tan Yun could speak, Zhang Honghua urgently transmitted to Miao Jincheng, "Master, that young man in the purple robe is Tan Yun."
"Don't get agitated; let me finish talking first."
Hearing this, Miao Jincheng transmitted without showing any expression, "Speak, what exactly is going on?"
Zhang Honghua's voice trembled as he transmitted, "Master, this Tan Yun is quite a character; he doesn't fear your background at all."
"Just now, his sidekick Chu Xiaosa almost revealed Tan Yun's background. Although it wasn't fully said, I can tell that Tan Yun's background is the City Lord."
Upon hearing this, Miao Jincheng's old body trembled, and he swallowed hard, then clasped his fists toward Tan Yun, saying, "So it turns out a distinguished guest has arrived. I apologize for the oversight."
"Boss Tan, please have a seat."
At this moment, Miao Jincheng seemed to remember something. Looking at Tan Yun, he hurriedly continued, "Boss Tan, three days ago, I sent my subordinate to invite you for a meeting. You’ve finally come, which brings great honor to our Treasure Immortal Pavilion!"
Tan Yun looked at Miao Jincheng, who was at the seventh level of the punishment immortal realm, and proudly said, "Tsk tsk, Boss Miao, you really have a way with words!"
"Slap!"
Saying this, Tan Yun took a step forward and slapped Miao Jincheng across the face, sternly saying, "You dare to snatch the shop I have my eyes on?"
"That's not all; you even dared to order fifty people to kill me! You fat pig, don’t you ever think that just because you have a foster father, you can act recklessly?"
"Do you believe that with one word from me, your foster father would have to roll out of the alchemical refinement guild?"
After speaking, Tan Yun grabbed Miao Jincheng and sneered, "Let’s go; take me to the alchemical refinement guild! I suspect your foster father wanted to kill me, which is why he arranged for you to take action!"
As he spoke, Tan Yun was pulling Miao Jincheng toward the hall's exit.
At this moment, Miao Jincheng was dumbfounded!
"Boss Tan, please don’t be impulsive. Just listen to me; it was my fault for not recognizing Mount Tai and offending you." Miao Jincheng pleaded desperately, "This has nothing to do with my foster father!"