Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 117 - 117 117 The Eight Groups Gather

117: Chapter 117: The Eight Groups Gather 117: Chapter 117: The Eight Groups Gather “July scorched like fire, the blazing sun baking the earth, the afternoon rays even more scalding.

In such sweltering weather, most people chose to stay indoors with the air conditioning on, sipping ice water to lower their body temperature—a very comfortable thing to do indeed.”

“Capital City, courtyard residence, Ye Xuan’s temporary dwelling.”

“Ye Xuan was quite at ease, reclining in a rocking chair with his eyes closed for rest, while his twenty-five Death God’s personal guards were sitting cross-legged under the scorching sun, engaged in cultivation.”

“Whoosh!”

“The air roared as they slowly opened their eyes, and a cruel and indifferent streak of bloody light flashed across the eyes of the Death God’s personal guards.

Their auras surged around them, causing the surrounding air to continuously explode with noise.”

“Thank you for the cultivation, Netherworld Lord,” the Death God’s personal guards half-knelt on the ground, speaking respectfully to Ye Xuan in gratitude.

“Ye Xuan slowly opened his eyes, his voice calm, “Although I have applied the Enlightenment Method to you, allowing you to enter the Ancient Martial Grandmaster realm within three days, this action is akin to forcing the shoots to grow.

You currently possess great strength, but have no understanding of the way of martial skills; intensive training is still necessary.”

As the head of the Death God Group, the plump yellow man had no air of authority about him; instead, he smiled fawningly at Ye Xuan like a peddler, “Your Lordship’s cultivation is unparalleled.

Being chosen as your personal guards is a blessing we earned in a past life.

Please impart to us the way of martial skills so that we can continue to improve.”

Seeing the yellow man grovel, a smile spread across Ye Xuan’s face, and his eyes showed a hint of appreciation.

To others, the yellow man might appear to have no dignity, but to Ye Xuan, he was the most formidable one among them.

Despite his seemingly giggly demeanor, when it came to cunning and brutality, he was undoubtedly number one in the Death God Group—a reason why Ye Xuan had appointed him the group leader.

“The so-called martial skills are nothing more than techniques for killing, in my view.

What you need to learn is not the so-called way of skills professed by Ancient Martial Artists, but the true techniques of killing.”

As Ye Xuan’s voice rose, the Death God’s personal guards listened intently, etching the killing techniques he described deep into their minds—how much they understood depended entirely on their own aptitude.

Since Ye Xuan had founded Netherworld, three days had passed.

In those three days, he had directly elevated the Death God’s personal guards from ordinary individuals to the Grandmaster Realm of Ancient Martial Arts so that they could quickly attend to his matters.

If such a feat were made known to the outside world, it would surely be dismissed as a fanciful tale, yet in the eyes of Ye Xuan, a Transcendance Tribulation Stage Cultivator, the so-called Ancient Martial Grandmasters were nothing special.

If he wished, he could easily raise these people to the Innate Realm.

Just as Ye Xuan was imparting his knowledge, the pleasant sound of a phone ringing interrupted him, prompting him to disperse the crowd and answer the call in his hand.

“Good, well done.”

“Have them wait for me at the Wu’an Office headquarters.”

With the phone call ended, a smile emerged on Ye Xuan’s lips.

Linglong had made the call, informing Ye Xuan that the leader of Group Eight had returned and was currently waiting for his arrival.

“Yellow fatty, fancy seeing what the renowned Wu’an Office is like?” Ye Xuan asked with a slight smile.

Hearing Ye Xuan’s words, the yellow man’s face lit up with surprise, his eyes rolling with the realization that Ye Xuan was keen to cultivate his abilities.

He quickly bowed deeply, “I have always heard that the Wu’an Office has eight group leaders, all masters of unique skills.

To meet them would truly be a blessing for your subordinate.”

Ye Xuan appreciated clever people, and without a doubt, the yellow man was one.

For those who were intelligent and loyal to him, Ye Xuan would spare no effort in fostering their growth.

“Wu’an Office, I hope you don’t disappoint me,” Ye Xuan murmured to himself, then strode towards the door, with the yellow man hastening to follow.

…

Wu’an Office headquarters, conference room.

The eight group leaders sat there solemnly, with the leaders of the Heaven Group and the Xuan Group being newly appointed, as Bai Lang and Ming Ye had died at the hands of Ye Xuan during the martial arts tournament.

It could be said that a great deal of enmity had been forged between these two groups and him.

The two new leaders of these groups had risen above the rest, promoted from the rank of deputy leader.

Both of them were just ordinary Ancient Martial Grandmasters, and they were naturally acquainted with Ye Xuan, feeling extreme fear in their hearts.

However, since their groups had already become enemies with Ye Xuan, as newly appointed leaders, they naturally could not show any signs of fear towards him, and at this moment, they sat there even more stern and serious.

The expressions on the other group leaders’ faces varied, with only Azure Dragon wearing a beaming smile, eagerly looking forward to Ye Xuan’s arrival.

Step—step—step.

A light tapping of footsteps came from outside the door, causing the complexions of all eight group leaders to change drastically.

They quickly stood up and looked towards the entrance.

Ye Xuan, dressed in black, with grey-white hair cascading down his back, sauntered into the meeting room.

The rotund man followed closely behind Ye Xuan with a fawning smile plastered on his face.

When he saw the eight group leaders, his demeanor became even more servile, and his face was full of ingratiating smiles.

“Greetings, Mr.

Ye.”

The eight group leaders greeted him with a fist and palm salute, bowing extremely lowly.

This was a clear indication of the respect that Ye Xuan had established with his battle against Li Huantian.

Ye Xuan returned their greetings with a smile, exuding an aura as rejuvenating as a spring breeze.

He casually reclined in the most central seat, then looked around the room at everyone present, making them afraid to make eye contact with him.

Yet, Ye Xuan’s actions made a trace of dissatisfaction flash across the eyes of the group leaders,

for the place Ye Xuan had chosen to sit was the seat of the Wu’an Office chief, symbolizing the supreme authority of the Wu’an Office.

Of course, the chief of the Wu’an Office was just an ordinary person whom the eight group leaders never took seriously.

But Ye Xuan was different.

Since his battle with Li Huantian, his reputation had spread far and wide, deterring the members of all eight groups.

Now that he had taken this seat on his own initiative, did he intend to take control of the entire Wu’an Office?

As this thought emerged in everyone’s minds, their faces grew increasingly unpleasant, and the atmosphere in the meeting room became oppressively tense.

“Why are you all standing?”

“Please, have a seat.”

Following Ye Xuan’s words, the eight group leaders were caught off guard, clearly perceiving the unwelcome presence of Ye Xuan, who implicitly treated them as subordinates.

This stirred a profound unease within each of them.

Ye Xuan reclined lazily in his chair without a word, while the rotund man stood dutifully by his side with a flattering smile, casting a surreptitious and chilling glance at the eight group leaders.

Tap—tap—tap!

Ye Xuan drummed his fingers on the conference table, producing a rhythmic sound that filled the room and spread an extremely oppressive atmosphere, making the eight group leaders feel uneasy.

At last, Tian Yu was the first to break the silence, addressing Ye Xuan with a cupped-fist salute, “Mr.

Ye, you’ve been missing for half a year, and now that you’ve returned to the Wu’an Office and summoned us here, may I ask for what purpose?”

“Heh heh!”

Ye Xuan laughed, a genuine yet chilling laugh.

“You see, I’m a man who doesn’t like to beat around the bush.

Having summoned you all here, don’t you know the reason?”

Ye Xuan spoke leisurely, but his words struck a chord of coldness in the hearts of those who heard them.