The Master and His Wealthy Fiancée

Chen Dong cursed inwardly. 'This old hag is vicious.' Never mind twenty billion, he couldn't even scrape together a hundred thousand right now. And he only had one Mingxi Condensation Pill left.

He wouldn't bat an eye at giving up mere material possessions for Murong Qing's sake, but the unfortunate reality was that he was broke.

So, Chen Dong stood up. Pretending to look out the window, he said slowly, "Murong Ancestor, aren't you pushing things a bit too far?"

The Murong Ancestor chuckled lightly. "Oh? So in your mind, Murong Qing isn't even worth this much?"

Murong Qing roared, "A pill that allows a direct breakthrough to the Outer Image Realm—do you think those grow on trees? You ask for ten right off the bat! We don't have that many, and even if we did, we wouldn't give them to you!"

After she spoke, she turned to look at Chen Dong, tears already welling in her eyes. The people of the Murong Family had utterly broken her heart. Not only had they tried to force her to marry into the Wu Family, but now they were trying to sell her off for a good price.

Her voice choked with sobs as she said, "Chen Dong, I don't want to see them anymore! Make them leave!"

Hearing her voice, a pang went through Chen Dong's heart. It seemed Murong Qing had suffered grievances he didn't know about; she truly wanted to cut all ties with the Murong Family.

Chen Dong gently pulled Murong Qing into an embrace and said, his voice laced with killing intent, "You should leave, while I still don't want to get my hands dirty."

The Murong Ancestor's face turned cold. "Leave? We're not going anywhere until we take this traitor to the Murong Family back with us!"

Seeing that she wasn't going to get what she wanted, she simply branded Murong Qing a traitor to the Murong Family.

Chen Dong was beginning to understand Murong Qing's pain. Lightning flashed in his hand, and a bolt instantly shattered the table in front of the Murong Ancestor. He barked coldly, "Traitor? Your Murong Family has some nerve!"

The Murong Ancestor's eye twitched. 'Lightning techniques?' She vaguely recalled someone telling her about an invincible master of lightning, but she couldn't remember the details and didn't dwell on it. He had smashed the table right in front of her—a blatant slap in the face. If she didn't retaliate, she would be unworthy of her title as the Murong Ancestor.

Instantly, True Qi flared around her body as she prepared for battle. If not for her consideration for the Wu Family, she would have already summoned her Outer Image.

The members of the Murong Clan all followed suit, except for one person: Murong Qinghong.

At that moment, Murong Qinghong's eyes were filled with terror. He shouted frantically, "Ancestor, don't attack! He's..."

"Silence! You useless trash who can't even raise a daughter properly, get out of my sight!" the Murong Ancestor roared, cutting Murong Qinghong off.

Condensing her water-attribute True Qi to its peak, she struck out with her palm. A wave of Frost Palm Force, carrying countless ice particles, surged toward Chen Dong.

Chen Dong thrust his left palm forward, gathering the Power of Heaven and Earth. The very air seemed to halt, and in an instant, the Frost Palm Force was stopped in its tracks. His palm spun and clenched into a fist. A flash of unrivaled lightning exploded, and countless bolts struck everyone from the Murong Family.

The tables and chairs in the conference room instantly shattered. The Murong clansmen were all wounded by this single blow, collapsing to the floor. Even the Murong Ancestor was forced to one knee, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. Only Murong Qinghong, who had shown no hostile intent, was left standing.

The Murong Ancestor's eyes were filled with horror. 'How can this young man be so powerful?' With a single strike, he had defeated four cultivators at the Outer Image level and seven at the Heavenly Dipper level.

Only then did a dispirited Murong Qinghong grit his teeth and shout, "He's an Inner Realm Powerhouse! How are we supposed to fight him?!"

"I only realized it when I saw the lightning techniques! He's that Inner Realm Powerhouse who caused a huge scene at the Guo Family's home! I told you about it, Ancestor, but you were too busy celebrating Qiuyang's promotion to the Outer Image level to pay attention!"

The Murong Ancestor choked and spat out a mouthful of blood. She glared with wide eyes at Murong Qinghong. "You useless trash, why didn't you say so earlier!"

Murong Qinghong said innocently, "I did, but you cut me off, Ancestor!"

The Murong Ancestor spat out another mouthful of blood, this time from sheer anger.

Just then, the doors to the conference room were thrown open, and a middle-aged man with a mustache and a pair of slanted, phoenix-like eyes rushed in.

A few security guards and employees from the Wu Company followed nervously behind him, still shouting, "Mr. Chen is in a meeting! You can't go in!"

Wu Haichao shot them a cold glance. The employees immediately lowered their heads and said, "Sorry, Chairman. He said he's the Chief Steward of the Beijing Chen Family and that he was here to see Mr. Chen. We couldn't stop him."

The Beijing Chen Family!

Everyone in the conference room was stunned once again.

After taking in the scene, the Chief Steward knelt respectfully before Chen Dong. "Eldest Young Master, I sensed a fluctuation of True Qi in the room and rushed in, fearing for your safety!"

The Chief Steward's actions and the information in his words struck everyone present like a magnitude-eight earthquake.

'Chen Dong is actually the Eldest Young Master of the Chen Family, one of the six great clans?'

Wu Haichao's jaw dropped. He would never have guessed Chen Dong's identity, not in a million years. 'The Eldest Young Master of a great clan working a job at the Li Group? What kind of scheme is this?!'

The conscious members of the Murong Clan were even more astounded. 'He just said he had no connection to the Chen Family, so what's with their steward running in here, kneeling, and calling him Eldest Young Master?!'

The Murong Ancestor coughed up another mouthful of blood. 'If you, Chen Dong, had just admitted your identity from the start, why would I have attacked? I wouldn't have even had time to suck up to you! Now it feels like I took that lightning bolt for nothing.'

'No, it's a double loss! We wouldn't dare retaliate against an Inner Realm Powerhouse, and we definitely wouldn't dare make a move on the Eldest Young Master of the Chen Family.'

Even Murong Qing, still in Chen Dong's arms, stared at him with wide, astonished eyes.

Chen Dong's mouth twitched. He recognized the man as the same Chief Steward who had picked him up at the Beijing Airport. He had no idea why the man was here, but his excuse about fearing for his safety was laughable. 'He's obviously just putting on a show to display his loyalty.'

Suppressing his anger, Chen Dong asked coldly, "What is the Chen Family plotting now?"