Chapter 420: Doomed to Die within Three Days!
"Hmph. Lin Mu, if I were you, I would leave right now to avoid embarrassing yourself later." Feng Yang sneered, his eyes filled with mockery.
A Supreme Emperor Card? It’s nothing but a forgery this guy cooked up! This time, I owe it all to Young Master Zheng. Otherwise, I would have been utterly humiliated. It’s not just about the humiliation; I might never have the chance to see Qin Luoli again. Today, I must expose Lin Mu’s true colors so Qin Luoli can see him for what he really is!
However, faced with Feng Yang’s taunts, Lin Mu remained calm, completely unfazed.
Qin Luoli was the same. Her gaze toward Feng Yang no longer held a trace of their former closeness, as if she were regarding a stranger—placid and aloof.
This made Feng Yang even angrier. It has come to this, and you’re still putting on an act, Qin Luoli? Don’t tell me you really think Lin Mu can turn this around?
Just then, Manager Wu walked in, and Feng Yang’s eyes immediately lit up.
"Manager Wu, you—"
Before he could finish, Feng Yang’s expression erupted in ecstatic joy. He hurried over, exclaiming excitedly, "Young Master Zheng, what brings you here?"
Zheng Junyi scanned the room. Everyone present was young, especially Lu Jia, whose family was quite well-known in Jiangling. It wasn’t until he saw Qin Luoli that Zheng Junyi’s eyebrows raised slightly.
This woman seems unfamiliar, yet her aura is so transcendent and her beauty so absolute. A truly rare, nation-toppling beauty.
But Zheng Junyi wasn’t here to admire beautiful women; he wanted to see for himself just who the owner of the Nine Dragons Supreme Emperor Card was. However, no one in the room matched the image in his mind.
So, Zheng Junyi looked at Feng Yang, a smirk playing on his lips. "Feng Yang, you really are a dark horse, aren’t you?"
"Huh?" Feng Yang was puzzled.
Zheng Junyi winked. "When did you meet them? Why didn’t you introduce me?"
"Introduce what?" Feng Yang said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "Young Master Zheng, I really don’t understand what you’re talking about."
Zheng Junyi spoke with a hint of displeasure. "Feng Yang, now you’re not being a true friend. You know the holder of a Supreme Emperor Card, yet you tried to hide it from me?"
"Oh, that’s what you’re talking about," Feng Yang suddenly burst out laughing. "Heh, what Supreme Emperor Card? It’s a total fake!"
"That’s right, Young Master Zheng! If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have known it was a fake. I was almost fooled!"
Previously, Feng Yang had secretly sent a message to Zheng Junyi, asking for a picture of the Supreme Emperor Card, which was how he confirmed that Lin Mu’s was a forgery. While it looked similar at a glance, the color and patterns were vastly different. Obviously, Lin Mu had concocted this charade just to make himself seem extraordinary. It was utterly absurd.
"Fake?" Zheng Junyi was shocked. "My grandfather personally said that the Supreme Emperor Card is the one and only Nine Dragons Supreme Emperor Card in existence, the hegemon among Supreme Emperor Cards!"
"What Nine Dragons Supreme Emperor Card? That’s fake too! A hegemon?" Feng Yang laughed heartily, pointing at Lin Mu. "Young Master Zheng, does he look like someone who would possess such a card?"
Feng Yang smiled obsequiously. "Not everyone is like your grandfather, the venerable Elder Zheng."
Hearing this, Zheng Junyi turned his gaze toward Lin Mu for the first time. The man seemed ordinary at a glance, but upon closer inspection, Zheng Junyi noticed a strange veil around him that made him seem indistinct. And as if sensing the covert glance, the man turned his head slightly and nodded at him.
Zheng Junyi was inwardly shocked. This man. What a sharp gaze!
Initially, it seemed unremarkable, but the longer he looked, the more the man’s eyes seemed like a vast, starry sea, capable of swallowing one’s very soul.
"Hahaha, so the young brother here is the holder of the Nine Dragons Supreme Emperor Card!"
A hearty, aged laugh echoed as Elder Zheng walked into the private room. He clasped his hands in a gesture of respect toward Lin Mu and smiled. "This old one is Zheng Mingye. It is a pleasure to meet you, young brother."
"Zheng Mingye!" Lu Jia exclaimed softly, a look of shock on her face.
"Lu Jia, you know this old gentleman?" Wenwen asked, bewildered.
With shock still lingering on her face, Lu Jia replied with a bitter smile, "I’ve only heard of him. How could I possibly know such an esteemed figure?"
Wenwen was completely baffled. "An esteemed figure? Is he very powerful?"
Lu Jia whispered, "More than just powerful! Perhaps no one knows his real name, but I’m sure everyone in Jiangling has heard his nickname."
"What is it?"
"Zheng Mingwang!" Lu Jia said.
"He’s Zheng Mingwang!" Wenwen could no longer restrain herself and gasped in shock. Realizing her outburst, she hurriedly covered her mouth.
Zheng Mingye nodded with a chuckle. "I didn’t expect a young lady like you to know my title. That’s right, I am Zheng Mingwang."
A faint, reserved pride appeared on Zheng Mingye’s face. He was clearly extremely proud of this moniker.
If the Fang Family was the top magnate family of Jiangling, then Zheng Mingwang was a magnate family unto himself! A single man who could stand equal to an entire clan could be considered a titan among men, no matter where he was.
And Zheng Mingye was indeed such a person. He started in the antique business at the age of ten and, from nothing, became the wealthiest man in Jiangling in just twenty years. For that, he had earned another title: Jiangling’s Richest Man! Furthermore, his antique business had since spread overseas, and his network of connections was vast.
The Zheng Family was only small in number because it had produced a single heir for three consecutive generations. Otherwise, the position of Jiangling’s foremost magnate family would undoubtedly belong to them! Regardless, the Zheng Family was an entity in Jiangling that no one dared to provoke.
Lu Jia had never imagined that Zheng Mingwang himself would appear here. And he had addressed Lin Mu as "young brother."
This...
She wasn’t the only one; even Zheng Junyi was slightly startled. In his memory, although his grandfather always appeared kind and affable, he was extremely proud to his core and showed no deference to anyone. Yet, he was addressing Lin Mu so politely, which astounded him.
"Elder Zheng, could there be some misunderstanding?" Feng Yang interjected. "What this guy took out is not a Supreme Emperor Card at all!"
"Of course, I know that!" Before Feng Yang’s hope could rise, Zheng Mingye immediately declared, "Because that is a Nine Dragons Supreme Emperor Card!"
Hearing this term again, everyone was slightly taken aback.
"Old sir, isn’t it a Supreme Emperor Card? How did it become a Nine Dragons Supreme Emperor Card?" Yang Zi couldn’t help but ask.
Zheng Mingye scoffed, "A bunch of ignorant children, what do you know? Do you think this old man could be mistaken?"
Thinking of Zheng Mingwang’s identity, a look of astonishment washed over their faces. Could it be that Lin Mu’s card isn’t just real, but is also the only Nine Dragons Supreme Emperor Card in existence?
"No!" Feng Yang’s face suddenly turned deathly pale. He screeched hysterically, "It can’t be real! You’re lying! You’re definitely lying!"
Feng Yang pointed at Zheng Mingye. "You must be trying to deceive me!"
"Impudent!" Zheng Mingye said coldly. "Are you questioning my judgment?"
As his words fell, a black mist erupted from his body. The wails of what seemed to be ten thousand ghosts echoed from within it, creating a terrifying sight. The black mist immediately swept toward Feng Yang.
"Ah!"
Feng Yang shrieked in terror as if he had seen a Ghost Charm. He collapsed to the ground, his face pale, frothing at the mouth, and convulsing uncontrollably. But the mist didn’t disperse; it continued to surge toward the others, seemingly out of control.
Everyone was greatly alarmed and scrambled backward.
"Disperse!"
Suddenly, a voice like a mighty bell rang in everyone’s ears. To their astonishment, the black mist instantly vanished, and the private room returned to normal. Apart from Feng Yang, who still lay twitching on the floor, everything was as it had been before.
"Tsk, tsk. To think that someone still practices such low-level sorcery. This has been a real eye-opener." Lin Mu looked at Zheng Mingye with a half-smile. "If you don’t quickly dissipate all your cultivation and find a powerful Magic Artifact to suppress the resentful energy, you will undoubtedly die within three days!"