The Master and His Wealthy Fiancée

In the center of the field, a huge red carpet had been laid out. Surrounding the carpet were numerous reporters and fans of Song Chengxuan, holding their signs high in the air.

The moment they saw Song Chengxuan approach, they erupted into fervent cheers.

”Chengxuan! Chengxuan! You’re the handsomest! Chengxuan! Chengxuan! I love you!”

Seeing this spectacle, Chen Dong knew that Song Chengxuan had come prepared.

As Wang Mengyu emerged leading Li Wang by the hand, the disciples of the Illusory Sect followed close behind.

It seemed as if the cheers from the other side were a provocation. A slogan for the Master of Illusion rang out in response, their voices powerful and in perfect unison.

All in the world is illusion; only our Master is real!!!

It instantly drowned out the opposing cheering squad.

Song Chengxuan hadn’t expected to lose when it came to making an impression; after all, he’d spent twenty thousand to hire this cheering section.

’But whatever,’ he thought. ’Martial Artists ultimately compete with their skills.’

He then turned to the man beside him and said, ”You go first!”

The man nodded immediately, executing several graceful flips like a swallow before landing on the red carpet in the center.

Chen Dong could tell with a single glance that all three were merely at the Grandmaster realm. Song Chengxuan was the strongest, a Mid-stage Grandmaster, while the other two were only Early-stage Grandmasters.

Chen Dong strolled to the center of the red carpet. ”I’m in a hurry. All of you can come at me together.”

The man across from Chen Dong was seething. ’Ever since I obtained Black Feather, no one has ever looked down on me like this! I can take down anyone, no matter how strong. How dare this guy ignore me? He must have a death wish!’

He immediately channeled his True Qi, concentrating it into his right fist before lunging at Chen Dong. It was a punch that could shatter a massive boulder.

Song Chengxuan’s brow furrowed sharply at the sight. ’Damn it, Old Second isn’t holding back. It’s that guy’s fault for being so arrogant and immediately provoking him. I just hope he has some skill, so he doesn’t get himself killed by that punch. A murder charge would be a huge hassle!’

He prayed that Chen Dong had at least some skill, while making a mental note to have them sign a life-and-death waiver next time.

Song Chengxuan had originally been one of the many young people who moved to the capital to seek their fortune. He’d gotten his hands on Black Feather by a stroke of luck and shot to fame after posting a video of himself performing the classic martial arts feat of using plucked flowers and flying leaves as projectiles. But with fame came trouble. Countless people came after him for Black Feather. By chance, he met Old Second and Old Third, who were in similar predicaments. Since Old Second was from Jiangzhou, they decided on a whim to run off to Jiangzhou to open a martial arts school. That way, they could not only escape the drama surrounding Black Feather up north, but also make some money.

Besides, they had real skills to back it up; they wouldn’t be teaching any fraudulent nonsense.

As soon as they got to Jiangzhou, they heard about the huge reputation of the Illusory Sect. After a brief discussion, they decided to make a name for themselves by challenging the sect, which led to the current confrontation.

Of course, they hadn’t bothered to do any in-depth research on the Illusory Sect. If they had, they would never have dared to show up.

Old Second realized he’d gone overboard. A normal person would be killed instantly by this punch, but it was already too late to pull back.

But the flicker of regret in his eyes instantly morphed into panic, and then to sheer terror.

With a simple ”Parting the Wild Horse’s Mane,” Chen Dong sent Old Second flying. ”Chengxuan, save me!” he screamed.

Chen Dong had held back, showing no killing intent. The man flew a great distance before crashing to the ground. He was a Grandmaster, after all, so he wasn’t seriously injured.

The reporters Song Chengxuan had hired were having their minds blown. They had just seen a man sent flying an incredible distance with their own eyes—no special effects involved. Camera flashes went off like crazy.

Chen Dong frowned and said to Wang Mengyu, ”Go deal with them.”

Although Wang Mengyu was clearly annoyed, she obeyed and went over.

Chen Dong beckoned to the remaining two men. ”Both of you, come at me together!”

Song Chengxuan’s jaw hung open; he still hadn’t snapped back to reality. He felt a sense of illusion, of unreality.

He’d sparred with Old Second before. While he could win, it was always by a slim margin. A victory this effortless—sending him flying that far with a single move—was utterly impossible for him.

Even an idiot could see that the man before him was a true master—one of those legendary old guards of the Martial Artist Circle you only hear about in stories.

His mind was racing. ’What do I do now? Fighting is completely out of the question.’ Just as Chen Dong issued his challenge again, Song Chengxuan’s eyes landed on the little girl at the front of the crowd.

’That’s it! It was all the Master of Illusion’s guidance! Why else would I be here?’

Taking a quick step, he dropped directly to his knees, sliding a short distance to end up kneeling right in front of Xiaoli Wang.

Incredibly, Old Third, who was standing beside him, made the exact same choice. Without any prior discussion, and under the immense pressure from Chen Dong, they both knelt before the Master of Illusion.

They shouted in unison, ”All in the world is illusion; only our Master is real! I am willing to believe in the Master of Illusion! It is all part of the Master of Illusion’s design that I have come here!”

Dressed like a little doll, Li Wang glanced down at the two men, bit through the chocolate stick in her mouth, and turned away with a soft ”hmph,” ignoring them completely.

This scene whipped the disciples of the Illusory Sect into an even greater frenzy. Their chanting of the slogan grew louder and more fervent, each voice trying to outshout the last: ”All in the world is illusion; only our Master is real!...”

They looked with contempt at the three challengers, as if this outcome was only natural.

When Wang Mengyu, having finished dealing with the reporters, turned around, she felt like she was about to faint from sheer exasperation.

She slapped a hand to her forehead, muttering weakly. ’How did it end up like this again?!!’

Ever since she’d been forced into the role of Sect Leader, she felt like she was going to lose her mind.

Just then, Chen Dong walked over and asked in an icy tone, ”Don’t you think you owe me an explanation?”

Wang Mengyu shook her head in resignation. ”You’re probably not going to believe this, but I’m being completely railroaded here. These disciples are just too fanatical!”