"Young Master, who exactly is this young man?"
The old steward stood behind Zhao Wuxing, his eyes filled with intense fear.
They were hiding underwater, originally planning to watch a great show, but unexpectedly, the comedy had turned into a horror.
Zhao Wuxing came here just to get the elixir secret recipe the moment Lin Beichen submitted.
It’s not just Zhongcheng Hall eyeing the elixir formula, but also Wannian Feng and the Medicine Immortal Pavilion.
So, Zhao Wuxing was worried about someone getting ahead of him.
However, now they no longer had this concern.
Because as long as the other party didn’t want to give it, no one could take it from them.
"Third Uncle, clean up the plank road, have the craftsmen repair it overnight. I want it restored by tomorrow morning."
Zhao Wuxing said coldly.
The old steward immediately nodded.
Zhao Wuxing dared to act here naturally for a reason.
Even though this is the Imperial Capital, as long as Zhao Wuxing didn’t want the news exposed, he could still suppress the impact of the event.
In this small area by the Dragon Sleep River, Zhao Wuxing was like a god.
"Lin Beichen, just who are you?"
Zhao Wuxing murmured, a trace of fear flashing in his eyes.
The burly man behind Lin Beichen was definitely an extraordinary level martial artist.
This level of expert, once they show up, will definitely be fought over by all the factions.
They would give him anything he wanted.
Once settled in a family, he would immediately occupy a position higher than the head of the family.
An extraordinary martial artist’s prowess is not just in their martial skills, but also in their cultivation thinking, even in their very body.
Wannian Feng and the Medicine Immortal Pavilion mainly specialize in alchemy, but they are actually proficient in medical arts.
Therefore, the information they collected was not complete.
But Zhongcheng Hall is different.
The Imperial Capital is a millennial royal city, countless heroic stories and countless legends have arisen within this ancient city.
Zhao Wuxing remembered that in the Scripture Pavilion of Zhongcheng Hall, there was an ancient text.
Nearly a hundred years ago, an extraordinary martial artist appeared in the Imperial Capital.
This formidable one, who only existed in theoretical discussions, caused a monstrous upheaval once he appeared.
In that turbulent era, there were countless warlord forces.
But this person was a lone wolf.
Wielding only a dagger, he roamed the Imperial Capital, terrifying the warlords of that time to the point of near collapse.
According to records, in his most powerful fight, he single-handedly slew over 700 spear-wielding warlord guards in one night.
"Young Master, should we inform the Old Master about this?"
The old steward asked cautiously.
Zhao Wuxing shook his head silently.
"When the time is right, I’ll say it, but not now."
Zhao Wuxing said, a cold gleam flashing in his eyes.
Among the people in Zhongcheng Hall, it seemed only the Old Master could match Lin Beichen’s bodyguard.
Although the Old Master was old and his vitality had declined, due to a fortuitous encounter in his youth, he still retained his combat power from his prime.
The Old Master’s strength was formidable, but if Zhao Wuxing were to seek his help, it might attract internal criticism from the clan.
Lin Beichen, along with the two women, returned to Zhongcheng Hall.
The two women had experienced a dangerous ordeal and were exhausted, falling into a deep sleep as soon as they returned to their room.
By the next evening, when Lin Beichen stepped into the Starry Sky Association again, he noticed everyone eyeing him oddly.
Although Zhao Wuxing had ordered a news blackout on the previous night’s events at Dragon Sleep River, there is no such thing as an impenetrable wall.
The Starry Sky Association inexplicably lost over a dozen people, and with a bit of inquiry, everyone quickly guessed the reason for their disappearance.
Killing people for their treasures wasn’t unusual in this circle.
If you won, you’d flaunt your spoils, if you lost, you died—no one could blame anyone for it.
However, even though killing for treasures was common, having over a dozen people die while Lin Beichen remained unharmed was shocking.
When Lin Beichen first arrived, everyone treated him as a minor character, and his bodyguard even as a moron.
But this time, wherever Lin Beichen walked, a three-meter radius around him was completely cleared, everyone stood three meters away, respectfully waiting for him to speak.
"Mr. Lin, our security was inadequate, causing you to rest poorly last night. We are deeply sorry, and extremely fearful, so we specially relocated your rest place to the most luxurious Wenxian Manor, with the same specifications as our old owner’s."
An elder quickly walked up to Lin Beichen, standing beside him with great respect, holding a key.
His name was Zhao Huanglong, and his strength was equally unfathomable, making him a rare expert.
In Zhongcheng Hall, achieving success isn’t just about being good at business, that could at best make you a third-class clan member.
Zhongcheng Hall doesn’t lack money, those good at making it are just tools at best.
Only by showcasing martial talents and proving one’s bloodline superior to other clan members could one hope to reach second or even first-class status.
Zhao Huanglong was a second-class clan member.
Second-class clan members could enter the clan’s sanctuary without prior notice and even bring friends from the outside.
These two privileges alone made the clan members envious.
Lin Beichen indifferently glanced at Zhao Huanglong and nodded perfunctorily.
While he could overlook the events of the previous night, Zhongcheng Hall couldn’t dismiss it lightly.
Simply changing his lodging wasn’t enough to satisfy Lin Beichen, but he was unwilling to quarrel with an old man in front of everyone.
But more significantly, Zhao Huanglong had Zhao Weinan behind him.