"Really? How so?" Wang Cong realized at the auction last time that Gu Yi was no ordinary person. The world was far more complex than he had imagined.
"That guy looked thin and small, but when he grabbed me, it felt like some force surged into my body. No matter how I resisted, I couldn't muster any strength," Wang Cong recalled.
"I'm six feet tall and weigh over 150 pounds, while he's only about five foot seven and a little over 100 pounds. He lifted me with one hand. That's not something an average person can do."
"Oh?" Fang Jueyu understood that Wang Cong had encountered a martial artist. The force surging into his body must have been inner strength. It seemed the opponent had spared him; otherwise, he would have suffered more than just some minor injuries.
"Come over to my house tonight. Bring your girlfriend. I'll treat you to dinner and get to know your situation better." Wang Cong was a pretty good friend of his. Since he was turning over a new leaf, Fang Jueyu felt he should lend a helping hand.
At 5:30 p.m., Wang Cong arrived punctually, accompanied by a sweet-looking girl, quite different from Wang Cong's previous tastes in internet-famous faces.
"You got here quickly, have a seat!" Fang Jueyu quickly welcomed them in. "Aunt Zhu, please notify the chef to start serving."
"Hmm? Old Fang, where's Xinyu?"
"Oh, she has a new song coming out soon. She's still in the recording studio," Fang Jueyu replied.
"This girl has the world's richest man as her boyfriend, yet she works so hard."
"Hahaha, everyone needs dreams; otherwise, what's the difference between them and a salted fish?" Fang Jueyu laughed. "So, aren't you going to introduce me?"
"Oh, my bad memory," Wang Cong sheepishly slapped his head, looking genuinely happy—perhaps he really was in love. "This is my girlfriend, Chen Menghan."
"Menghan, this is my buddy Fang Jueyu, the world's richest man, someone you should know."
"Hello." Chen Menghan extended her hand confidently.
"Not bad, you've got good fortune to meet someone ." Fang Jueyu politely shook hands and guided them to the dining room.
"Miss Chen, if I'm not mistaken, you should be at the Hidden Force Peak level of cultivation, right?" Fang Jueyu could tell that Chen Menghan had abundant inner strength. As he thought, the Chen family was indeed from the Ancient Martial World or an ancient sect.
Chen Menghan showed a trace of surprise but quickly masked it. The "management fee" was an unwritten rule in the Ancient Martial World; as the world's richest man, Fang Jueyu must have rubbed shoulders with people from their circle.
"How did Mr. Fang discern my cultivation level?" Chen Menghan's background was even higher than that of Qin Yun's Qin Family. Her family had three Innate Masters, powerful enough to match an ancient martial sect.
"Just a little trick," Fang Jueyu laughed.
He grabbed Wang Cong's arm, and a current of biological energy coursed through Wang Cong's body. His swollen pig-like face healed at a speed visible to the eye.
Feeling the burning sensation on his face vanish, Wang Cong quickly checked his reflection with his phone. Not only had his face returned to normal, but even the pimples on his forehead had disappeared.
"Amazing!" Wang Cong's face lit up with joy.
"Menghan, don't think he's just the world's richest man. His bodyguard is quite something too. I saw with my own eyes him release a ball of fire that almost burnt my eyebrows off."
"A superpower user?" Chen Menghan immediately thought of this. In Huaxia, the Ancient Martial World was autonomously managed by the Ancient Martial Federation, while superpower users were managed by the government. Having a superpower user as a bodyguard meant Fang Jueyu had a significant background.
"Let me guess, Miss Chen, does your father oppose your relationship with Wang Cong because he isn't from the Ancient Martial World?"
"Wow, you can even guess that?" There were almost no secrets between Chen Menghan and Wang Cong. On their way here, Wang Cong had told her about being attacked, and she immediately knew why.
As an ancient martial family, the most crucial things were resources and connections. Chen Menghan's father always wanted her to marry someone from an ancient martial family or sect, hoping for a strong alliance that would elevate the Chen family's standing.
So when her family learned of her romance with Wang Cong, they immediately opposed it.
Wang Cong's family might be wealthy, but the wealth controlled by the Chen family was far greater than what Wang Cong and Wang Lin had. Such money wasn't something they'd care about.
"Miss Chen, I understand, but what kind of boyfriend would satisfy your family?" Fang Jueyu asked with a smile.
"Sigh!" Chen Menghan sighed. "My dad wants me to marry into a family with at least one Innate Master, or at least an eighth-grade or higher alchemist. As for what kind of person I marry, he doesn't care."
"It seems your family only sees you as a tool."
Chen Menghan's expression immediately darkened.
"Old Fang!" Wang Cong gave him a reproachful look.
Fang Jueyu wasn't wrong. Chen Menghan had two brothers, both exceptionally talented and capable of inheriting the Chen family. Chen Menghan had trained hard since childhood to escape this fate.
But in the end, nothing changed. Unless Chen Menghan could breakthrough to the Force Transform level at her age, she would have no voice in her family and would merely be a tool for political marriage.
"Three Innate Masters? That's so-so."
"So-so?" Chen Menghan almost spat out the water she had just drunk. Among the hundreds of Ancient Martial Families in Huaxia, those with Innate Masters were rare, let alone three.
The Chen Family ranked in the top three among Ancient Martial Families!
"Wang Cong, call me dad, and I'll take you to propose to her family in a couple of days. I guarantee even the Chen ancestor will amiably agree to let you marry her!"
"Hell no, don't try to take advantage of me!" Wang Cong knew that Fang Jueyu never took things seriously verbally, but he could tell Fang Jueyu was willing to help, and for him, this wasn't a problematic affair.
"Are you crazy?" Chen Menghan couldn't help standing up. "Fang Jueyu, you don't know how formidable my family is. Even if you're the world's richest man, you're nothing to them. Haven't the Ancient Martial Association sought you for the management fee?"
Chen Menghan knew Fang Jueyu was likely a superpower user or an ancient martial cultivator with a formidable bodyguard, but she didn't think it could change anything.
"Oh, you mean those guys wanting to collect protection money?"
Chen Menghan blushed. Although everyone knew it was protection money, no one dared to say so outright.
"Those people, claiming to be from the Gucang Sword Sect, I beat them up and sent them away. They didn't get a penny and still owe me a million US Dollars. When I have time, I'll trouble them more!"