Gorgeous Female Tenants

Chen Wanhao is truly a formidable figure, his voice like a bell, his demeanor commanding without anger, and every word or action brings unprecedented pressure.

Before meeting Chen Wanhao, one would think an eighty-year-old man couldn’t possibly surpass the martial arts skills of his two sons.

But upon seeing him, without even making a move, the invisible pressure he exudes leaves one breathless, much stronger than Chen Baichuan and Chen Baishan.

He dared not underestimate this old man any longer, feeling that Chen Wanhao could erupt at any moment, delivering a fatal blow.

When Chen Wanhao said he would give Xu Xiangbei twelve high-rises, Chen Baichuan and Chen Baishan’s faces turned green.

Is father confused? Xu Xiangbei is an enemy of the Chen Family; giving him one house is generous enough, but twelve buildings?

Seeing his sons’ changed expressions, Chen Wanhao displayed a look of disdain, inwardly irked, thinking: these two useless ones really believe I would give that boy twelve buildings; I’m merely probing, testing the waters with this boy.

Xu Xiangbei naturally knew Chen Wanhao intended to test him. Since he wanted to probe, might as well play along.

Xu Xiangbei grinned cheekily, saying, "Elder Chen, are you truly so generous? Fine, then I agree, but make sure to transfer the property to me soon, haha, I’ve never done real estate before, I’ll use your buildings to test the waters."

Chen Wanhao squinted and smiled, inwardly hating Xu Xiangbei to death for playing tricks with him, coldly replying, "Make sure you think it through, accepting the buildings means you’ll become part of my Chen Family, including your life."

This isn’t about twelve high-rises; it’s twelve big pits waiting for Xu Xiangbei to jump in.

Knowing Chen Wanhao was cunning, setting up a trap, Xu Xiangbei laughed heartily: "I wonder if Elder Chen has heard something, youth is priceless, love is even higher, but for freedom, both can be forsaken; I am one who longs for freedom, seems I can’t accept your twelve high-rises."

The inducement failed, the threats began, Chen Wanhao finally revealed his true colors, his gaze turning fierce: "Rejecting my gift means you don’t want to be friends with me?"

Ouyang Zhan and Ouyang Yufei were sweating on behalf of Xu Xiangbei, coldly watching Chen Wanhao, each clutching an iron ball in hand, ready to act at any moment.

Though Xu Xiangbei’s power was astounding, Chen Wanhao was even scarier, like a clever young hunter facing a fearsome tiger; whether the hunter slays the tiger or becomes its meal, no one could predict the outcome.

Faced with Chen Wanhao’s inducements and threats, Xu Xiangbei’s face always held a faint smile, joking and lightly scolding: "Elder Chen, you’re wrong there, too vulgar, do friendship demands gifts? Are those who receive gifts certainly friends?"

Chen Wanhao secretly admired Xu Xiangbei’s composure, a formidable opponent.

He coldly replied, "Enough with the nonsense, both my sons have been defeated by you, I’m here today to experience your Four Flying Iron Gall skill. Seems you’ve developed Ouyang Family’s skill far beyond those worthless ones of theirs; in this whole Jiangcheng, only you are worthy of my challenge."

Hearing Chen Wanhao belittling the Ouyang Family, calling them worthless, Ouyang Yufei almost attacked in anger, but his father Ouyang Zhan held him back.

Ouyang Zhan gave him a gesture, young men need to stay calm; once angry, you’ve lost.

Ouyang Yufei’s face reddened slightly, feeling a bit embarrassed; in this aspect, he indeed couldn’t compare to Xu Xiangbei.

Xu Xiangbei stood quietly there, regardless of what Chen Wanhao said, be it inducement or threat, always calm and composed, smiling, revealing no weakness.

This is not just a form of cultivation but an artistic realm where peace is as still as water and movement as swift as a rabbit. This natural state is achieved through practicing "Primordial Beginning Scripture."

Ordinary people wouldn’t comprehend it; only Ouyang Zhan and Chen Wanhao, those reaching a certain level as ancient martial artists, would understand.

Chen Wanhao glanced around, finding the Ouyang Family’s courtyard truly wide and paved with neatly arranged antique tiles, with a pond glistening with azure waves, and a small stone bridge adorned with beast-head statues, flower beds, and vegetable gardens evergreen through the seasons, a garden to be enjoyed by all.

However, such leisurely elegance in Chen Wanhao’s eyes became burdensome, his expression full of disdain and menace, knowing once he wields the nine-ringed sabers, all of this would turn to rubble.

Chen Wanhao’s every move was observed by Xu Xiangbei; upon noticing him assessing the surroundings with a murderous look in his expression, realizing this battle was inevitable.

Xu Xiangbei sighed softly, fearing this beautiful garden would come to harm, signaling Ouyang Yufei and Elder Ouyang Zhan to step back.

Xu Xiangbei discreetly watched Chen Wanhao without missing a single detail, and likewise, Chen Wanhao closely monitored him.

When Xu Xiangbei signaled Ouyang Zhan to keep his distance, Chen Wanhao knew Xu Xiangbei was ready, also giving a gesture to his two sons.

Chen Baichuan and Chen Baishan immediately understood, gently shaking the black bag in their hands, producing loud clanging sounds; their movements were synchronized as they took out the nine-ringed beheading sabers from the bag.

Though they anticipated this nine-ringed beheading saber extraction, when the sabers were brought forth, everyone’s eyes lit up.

These were two imposing golden sabers, with blade edges thin as paper, engraved with diamond patterns, exquisite and beautiful, with handles inlaid with Han Baiyu Stone, meticulously crafted and stunning, resembling priceless art rather than weapons for combat.

The golden sabers gleamed in the sunlight, emitting captivating radiance, and the sound of nine golden rings colliding with the blade was crisp and melodious.

This pair of golden sabers gives one the feeling of elegant artwork, thus overlooking their lethal nature.

Truly fitting of the Chen Family patriarch, full of wealth and power.

Chen Baichuan and Chen Baishan’s expressions were solemn, holding the blade steadily in their hands, arm muscles taut, indicating these seemingly small golden sabers were extraordinarily heavy.

Seeing Chen Wanhao use the golden sabers, Ouyang Zhan’s expression turned serious; he’d fought Chen Wanhao many times before, but never had Chen Wanhao used dual sabers; this time, it’s evident his sword technique has evolved, unpredictable.

Chen Wanhao didn’t take his opponent lightly. He had studied Xu Xiangbei’s fight video with Xiao Ye Fengci Lang, learning from his sons how Xu Xiangbei defeated them, understanding Xu Xiangbei was a formidable rival. What shocked him the most was realizing his usual methods wouldn’t win against Xu Xiangbei.

He immediately utilized the freshly mastered Golden Saber Slash for Xu Xiangbei to test the blade, knowing only the Golden Saber Slash could potentially overcome Xu Xiangbei’s Four Flying Iron Gall Balls.