The Master and His Wealthy Fiancée

Chen Dong raised an eyebrow. 'Well, well. It really is a religion. And they even managed to set up shop inside a school. Pretty impressive.'

Chen Dong peered through the glass. 'Damn.' There were at least two hundred people inside, most of whom were successful elites in their thirties and forties, both men and women. None of them were dressed simply. A single one of their silk scarves was probably worth at least a few thousand.

'Looks like this religion is targeting the elite,' he thought.

Chen Dong then looked toward the lecture stage. That little girl, Li Wang, was eating a chocolate stick and playing on her phone, her expression one of intense focus. She completely ignored whatever the adults were saying.

Chen Dong's jaw instantly clenched. 'It really is her.'

Chen Dong didn't rush in. He wanted to see what kind of mischief the girl was up to.

Murong Qing glanced over with Chen Dong and was about to say, "What a pretty little girl!" but he stopped her with a shushing gesture.

Inside, the people prayed devoutly for a time, though what they were praying for was unclear.

Then, a woman walked onto the stage. Seeing who it was, Chen Dong's jaw clenched even tighter. It was Li Huiran's best friend, Wang Mengyu. He cursed inwardly, 'What is this crazy woman doing?!'

Wang Mengyu announced in a loud voice, "Now, we invite the follower whose number has been called to come forward and communicate with our Master of Illusion."

Chen Dong pinched the bridge of his nose. 'So that familiar voice was hers.' They even had to get a number for this "communication," which meant there were far more than just these two hundred followers.

In the large, tiered lecture hall, a portly middle-aged man walked forward. He knelt on a prepared cushion and assumed a prayer-like posture before Li Wang.

In less than two minutes, the man stood up excitedly, his eyes filled with fanaticism. He bowed to Li Wang again and respectfully chanted their slogan, "Thank you, Master of Illusion! All in this world is illusion; only my Master is real!"

Then, he slowly returned to his seat.

Chen Dong was somewhat surprised. Even with his abilities, he hadn't been able to hear any exchange between them. 'How did they manage that?'

He decided he'd seen enough. He walked over, knocked, and entered.

The moment Wang Mengyu saw it was Chen Dong, a flash of panic crossed her face, and her stern facade began to crack. She quickly announced, "Our Master has a visitor! Everyone, please take a brief pause!"

The followers showed no signs of impatience. They bowed respectfully and chanted in unison, "May our Master illuminate all living beings and bear witness to the truth!"

Just then, an extremely arrogant voice cut through the room. "Well, well. I heard there was a religion around here with a little girl for a leader. I didn't think it was actually true!"

Three young men in white martial arts uniforms strode into the classroom. The one in the lead was none other than the wildly popular martial arts influencer, Song Chengxuan. He was the one from that viral video, the one where he plucked flowers and threw leaves like projectiles.

"Are you people idiots? Playing games with a little girl!"

"Better to believe in yourselves than in someone else! We're opening a martial arts hall nearby. You should all come practice martial arts instead of joining some ridiculous religion!"

he said with contempt, striding onto the stage.

Chen Dong struggled to suppress his rage, afraid he might kill the man with a single punch. This guy was clearly not from the traditional Martial Artist Circle. He was just someone who had obtained a Black Feather, suddenly gained superhuman strength, and now wanted to use that power to chase fame and fortune.

But he never should have provoked Li Wang. To Chen Dong now, Li Wang was more important than his own life. To dare provoke her was to court death.

Wang Mengyu had seen the video and recognized the man. She moved to stand in front of Li Wang and said fearfully, "If... if you have a problem, deal with me. I'm the Sect Leader!"

Song Chengxuan sized up Wang Mengyu. She was dressed formally today in a black V-neck sweater and straight-legged trousers, but her figure was undeniably attractive.

His gaze lingered on her chest for a moment before he chuckled contemptuously. "Fine, I'll deal with you. We, the Chengxuan Martial Arts Hall, formally challenge you!"

Wang Mengyu retorted coldly, "If your martial arts hall wants to issue a challenge, then go find another martial arts hall. Why are you bothering a religious group?"

Song Chengxuan chuckled. Without answering, he turned to look at the elites in the audience. The reason was self-evident.

"If you're scared, that's fine too. Just agree to disband this group and make a public announcement that learning martial arts is better than believing in your religion, and I'll leave you alone!"

This was an offer Wang Mengyu couldn't refuse. She was just about to agree.

But Chen Dong spoke up. "Who the hell do you think you are, barking like a mad dog in here? I've been restraining myself this whole time, trying not to kill you!"

Wang Mengyu rushed forward and grabbed Chen Dong. "What are you doing? We'll just do what he says!"

Song Chengxuan smirked. "So you're one of them too. Fine. I've already set up a stage on the athletic field. Come find me if you have the guts!" With that, he turned and left the classroom.

Chen Dong snorted and started to follow, but Li Wang's voice drifted over, "Xiaodong, go easy on him. Don't kill him!"

Chen Dong turned his head. Li Wang hadn't even looked up at the intruders; she was completely engrossed in a palace drama on her phone.

Chen Dong's whole jaw ached with frustration. He shot a cold glare at Song Chengxuan's back. 'Looks like I'll have to take my anger out on him.' He quickened his pace and followed.

Wang Mengyu stomped her foot on the stage in frustration. 'How much longer do I have to play this role of Sect Leader?!'

The followers below raised their hands piously. "Sect Leader Wang, you need not worry! It is all part of the Master of Illusion's plan!" Their eyes shone with zeal, completely unconcerned about the impending fight.

They began chanting again, "All in this world is illusion; only my Master is real! All in this world is illusion; only my Master is real!"

Wang Mengyu was about to die from exasperation. She pulled Li Wang to her feet. "Let's go, O Master of Illusion. Let's see if your 'daddy' gets beaten to a pulp!"

With a frosty expression, Li Wang quickly paused the show on her phone.