Immortal Venerable's Order
Chapter 91: Why Make It Difficult (Three Updates)

Chapter 91: Chapter 91: Why Make It Difficult (Three Updates)

Yan Rufeng was about to leave with Niuniu in his arms when Lu Mingliang walked over.

"Comrade Rufeng, there are still five days left until the scheduled time for the Cultivation Association’s competition. I look forward to seeing you achieve a good result."

Yan Rufeng smiled slightly, "General Lu, just wait for the good news."

"Alright..."

Yan Rufeng said nothing more, leapt into the air, and disappeared above the base in an instant.

Zhao Wuji, puzzled, asked: "Brother Lu, what’s the deal with the Cultivation Association’s competition?"

"Sigh..."

"It’s a long story."

After Lu Mingliang explained the situation to Zhao Wuji, Zhao Wuji angrily said: "It’s outrageous. Even if Rufeng doesn’t make it into the top ten in the competition, they won’t be able to stop our base from entering the Kunlun Secret Realm."

"Brother Wuji, there’s no need to get heated." Wen JiaRen replied with a smile.

Zhao Wuji, disgruntled, said: "Brother Wen, it’s because you guys have been too lenient with the Cultivation Association. Now see the consequences? They’ve even turned around and questioned our qualifications."

"Brother Wuji, let’s not dwell on the past." Wen JiaRen said with shame.

Zhao Wuji furrowed his brow: "Brother Wen, the Cultivation Association seems to have a deep grudge against Yan Rufeng. Do you think they might resort to foul play during the competition?"

Wen JiaRen laughed: "Brother Wuji, there’s no need to worry too much. As far as I know, the Cultivation Association only has Xu Da and Zhao Tian with the most profound cultivation. However, a few days ago, Zhao Tian was already killed by Yan Rufeng, and as for Xu Da, I don’t think he’s a match for Yan Rufeng either."

Zhao Wuji was unconvinced: "Brother Wen, don’t underestimate them. What if they attack in groups?"

"They wouldn’t dare." Wen JiaRen said fiercely.

"Brother Zhao, Brother Wen, this competition is of great importance. Shouldn’t we deploy some precautions around the competition area, just in case?" Lu Mingliang suggested.

Wen JiaRen quickly said: "Deploy, definitely deploy. I’ll go apply for two nuclear warheads right away. If they dare harm Yan Rufeng, none of them will leave the competition area alive."

"Good, that’s a good suggestion. Brother Wen, I’ll go with you." Zhao Wuji agreed.

Zhao Wuji and Wen JiaRen boarded a helicopter and headed towards the Capital City, while Lu Mingliang called Xu Da to finalize the competition location on a deserted island in the South Sea...

Zhang Mingdong, who had been sent back to Zhongzhou, walked aimlessly through the streets, muttering to himself: "I, Young Master Dong, was once so glorious. Now, returning to Zhongzhou, I’ve fallen to a point where no one cares about me. Is this retribution? No, it’s all because of Yan Rufeng. I want to see him ruined and dead..."

With no one to turn to, Zhang Mingdong thought first of going to see Chen Wanqiu, but her family threw him out.

As night fell, with a moonless high wind, Zhang Mingdong, refusing to leave, hid near Chen Wanqiu’s house. When she returned home from work, Zhang Mingdong appeared.

"Zhang Mingdong, why is it you?" Chen Wanqiu was startled.

"What’s wrong, dear? Why that expression when you see me?" Zhang Mingdong sneered.

"Zhang Mingdong, please have some respect." Chen Wanqiu said coldly.

"Heh heh."

"Respect?"

Zhang Mingdong sneered: "Chen Wanqiu, you shameless woman, think about when you were gasping under me, Young Master Dong. Do you still have the right to talk about respect?"

"Zhang Mingdong, if you’re here to humiliate me, please leave." Chen Wanqiu said angrily.

"Leave? Dream on." Zhang Mingdong shamelessly said.

Chen Wanqiu turned to unlock the door, but Zhang Mingdong grabbed her.

"Zhang Mingdong, I now have my own life. Please stop bothering me." Chen Wanqiu broke free and pleaded.

"Smack!"

Zhang Mingdong slapped Chen Wanqiu across the face.

"You ate my food, wore my clothes, now everything you have is because of me, Zhang Mingdong. And you dare say you have your own life? Give me back everything I gave you, or I won’t mind killing you." A murderous gleam flashed in Zhang Mingdong’s eyes.

Chen Wanqiu wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her eyes moistening, "Zhang Mingdong, I didn’t think you were this kind of person. I must have been blind."

"Are you going to give it back or not?" Zhang Mingdong roared.

"Give what back?"

"Heh heh."

Chen Wanqiu sneered: "You did indeed give me everything I wanted, but when your family moved to the Capital City, your father took all those things back."

"Nonsense! Chen Wanqiu, I didn’t expect you to be so scheming. How could my father take back what I gave?" Zhang Mingdong roared.

"You can ask your father." Chen Wanqiu retorted.

"Ask my father? My father was killed by that pauper Yan Rufeng! How can I ask my father? How could you think of that?" Zhang Mingdong was on the verge of rage.

Chen Wanqiu was stunned; she hadn’t expected Zhang Mingdong’s father to be dead.

"Zhang Mingdong, I am very sorry about your father’s death. But I really have nothing of yours. If there’s nothing else, please leave."

"Chasing me away, are you? Very well!"

With fire in his eyes, Zhang Mingdong was utterly enraged, "Chen Wanqiu, I’ve lost everything because of you, this whore. While I can’t deal with Yan Rufeng now, dealing with you is still well within my reach."

"Haha..."

Zhang Mingdong laughed wickedly as he walked towards Chen Wanqiu.

"W-what are you going to do?"

"What am I going to do? You’ll find out soon."

Zhang Mingdong suddenly reached out with his large hands and tightly gripped Chen Wanqiu’s neck.

"Zhang Mingdong, you bastard, let me go."

"Let you go? Beg me, beg me!"

"Haha..."

With difficulty breathing, Chen Wanqiu was terrified. She feared the next moment Zhang Mingdong would kill her, and hastily pleaded: "Please, let me go. I’ll give you whatever you want."

"I want Yan Rufeng dead. Can you kill him for me?" Zhang Mingdong roared in fury.

Chen Wanqiu was in despair, filled with regret. She regretted abandoning Yan Rufeng for Zhang Mingdong, and she regretted begging Yan Rufeng to spare Zhang Mingdong. But there was no medicine for regret; it was too late now.

Weak and powerless, Chen Wanqiu couldn’t break free. Struggling briefly, she soon lost her life under Zhang Mingdong’s fury...

After killing Chen Wanqiu, Zhang Mingdong took all the money from her bag and fled Zhongzhou under the cover of night.

In the main hall of the Dragon Abyss Sect, a seductive woman swayed her hips and smiled charmingly, "The outside world says that the Yan Sect Leader is extraordinarily handsome. Today’s meeting proves those words true."

Yan Rufeng cupped his hands and replied: "You’re too kind."

"Report..."

The voice of the Dragon Abyss Sect’s Jieyin disciple echoed in the main hall.

Yan Rufeng, with his hands behind his back, asked: "What is it?"

"Sect Master, the North American Elf Clan requests an audience."

"Let them in."

"What do the Elf Clan want?"

The seductive woman in the hall wondered aloud.