As Lin Beichen left the international airport by special car, pairs of eyes in various rest areas at the airport looked toward the exit, each showing a hint of confusion.
"Grandpa, what’s wrong with you?"
A girl in a fiery red dress, sexy and lively, asked.
"Nothing, perhaps I’m just too nervous, I just felt someone was watching me."
The elder, dressed in a white robe with a long beard, stared into the distance, eyes filled with deep confusion.
"Grandpa, did you stay up all night playing cards again, making your nerves jumpy?"
The young girl asked impatiently.
"You’re now the grandmaster of the Feng Shui Earth Dragon Sect, a pinnacle cultivator, who would dare to spy on you without permission? They must have a death wish!"
She stared at her grandpa discontentedly, as if trying to see through his lie and reach his true thoughts.
The elder shrank his neck at these words, but the doubt in his eyes did not vanish.
Indeed, he had played cards all night, but the feeling of being watched earlier was not an illusion—it was real, someone used powerful divine techniques to see through his reality.
However, the girl was right.
Although the world is vast, there are few experts stronger than him, ones who can evade his perception to this extent.
Why would they happen to come here, and why would they risk spying on him recklessly?
The path of cultivation is extremely perilous; unless necessary, no one would intentionally offend other cultivators.
Though the Celestial Gate has opened, the time is short, and the differences between parties are not significant.
"We must show those frogs in the well the might of our Earth Dragon Sect at this Southeast Academic Conference."
The elder said with a proud smile.
Having cultivated to his level, materialistic matters no longer matter, but recognition of his cultivation is highly important.
The girl nodded repeatedly at these words.
"Grandpa is right, Zhou Kuangtian and Huang Wenxie have controlled the discourse in the South for more than a hundred years; it’s time to change the situation."
The fiery, sexy girl waved her small fists excitedly.
"Girl, when you meet Zhou Kuangtian, do not act rashly. Though he is an old stubborn man, his skills are real; otherwise, he wouldn’t have maintained prominence in the Southern Feng Shui sect for decades. However, Huang Wenxie..."
The elder sneered, as if Huang Wenxie was just a clown.
"Huang Wenxie’s lineage hasn’t produced a single grandmaster for years; it’s high time for them to step down. It’s greedy to take a high position without contributing."
The discussion of the Southern Academic Conference by the elder and granddaughter indicates it’s a very important international event, and certainly, other attendees aren’t limited to this pair.
Similar conversations were happening in various areas of the airport.
Compared to ordinary cultivators, those who touch spiritual qi are evidently more sensitive to perception.
If someone spies on them, they can sense it regardless of the distant location.
Yet Lin Beichen’s perception is like the sky—the dense fog obstructed any direction, preventing detection of the specific individual.
At this moment, Lin Beichen had arrived at the 100th floor of Jiulong Hotel on Xiang Island by special car.
Liu Yunxi spared no expense for this trip, not only arranging first-class flights but also booking the most luxurious Count suites on the 100th floor of Jiulong Hotel.
Each suite costs over 100,000 yuan per night; a long holiday with three suites totals over 2 million yuan.
Fortunately, Liu Yunxi comes from a wealthy family and has plenty of money.
Among the companions, although Chen Fangzhi wasn’t flashy, he was also wealthy. As for Lin Beichen and Yuan Yanan, they didn’t talk much about money but were not lacking either.
The only ones out of place were Yu Mengjie and Yan Fuya, whose backgrounds were humble and rarely seen such grandeur. Hence, upon entering Jiulong Hotel, they were cautious, almost curling up, afraid of breaking something and being forced to compensate.
Only after entering the rooms and lying on the beds, feeling the cloud-like softness, did Yu Mengjie begin to feel somewhat grounded.
"Lin Beichen, the suites are too expensive, so I’m not dividing rooms; two people per room, let’s not disturb each other. You share with Yuan Yanan."
Before parting, Liu Yunxi smiled at Lin Beichen, making a gesture all men understand.
A moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold.
Liu Yunxi silently mouthed, handing Lin Beichen a note before turning away.
Yu Mengjie followed Liu Yunxi cautiously, like she wouldn’t walk properly without his presence.
Lin Beichen opened the note, seeing a straightforward hint written.
"Yuan Yanan is having issues with her boyfriend. Yu Mengjie said they might break up. Brother Lin, this is as far as I can help, seize the opportunity."
Lin Beichen smiled silently, tearing the note apart.
Lin Beichen felt deeply helpless.
Liu Yunxi’s careless matchmaking was utter nonsense.
Firstly, he wasn’t interested in Yuan Yanan at all; moreover, he had promised Luo Meixiang before departure not to get involved with other women, so why break that vow now?
Even if he did fancy Yuan Yanan, it wouldn’t be at this moment.