Chapter 2309 - 2310: As Expected, He Came

Yang Fei couldn't be bothered to look at him and said flatly, "Why?"

The man's face showed a trace of a sinister smile.

"Because I am the sole heir of Xi Huang Group, and because this card has 100,000 yuan inside."

As he spoke, he took a card out of his pocket and tossed it onto the table in front of Yang Fei.

"If you agree to my request, I'll tell you the password immediately."

This time, Yang Fei simply uttered one word.

"Scram."

The fat man was taken aback. Refusing 100,000 yuan? That's not something an ordinary person would do. This was quite different from what he imagined.

At this moment, two train police had already walked up to the fat man, signaling him to return to his seat.

The fat man had no choice but to glare hatefully at He Xiaolan and engraved Yang Fei's appearance in his memory.

He planned to cause trouble for this pretty boy once he got back.

He picked up the bank card from the table, turned around, and walked back to his seat.

Once the fat man left, He Xiaolan turned around, her large eyes glistening as she looked at Yang Fei.

"Sir, you were really cool just now, not even blinking at 100,000 yuan, and just waved him away."

Yang Fei smiled faintly, making no comment.

He held shares in Yalan International, and the two companies under Yinxue Tower had grown into massive multinational corporations over the past decade.

The Dragon Island under Lanting Group had become a global special forces training base.

Every year, countries paid hundreds of billions to Dragon Island for the spring and autumn special forces training sessions.

When it comes to wealth, if Yang Fei wanted, he could easily break into the top ten of the world's richest list.

He Xiaolan, seeing Yang Fei's mysterious demeanor, grew even more curious about him.

Handsome, mysterious origins, putting 100,000 yuan out of mind.

Such a man is simply the prototype of a domineering CEO from those idol dramas.

He Xiaolan, well-known as a goddess in her circles.

But in just these twenty minutes or so, she found her heart fluctuating, unable to control herself.

She sporadically chatted with Yang Fei, but he only replied to one or two out of ten sentences, mostly resting with his eyes closed.

The fat man at the nine o'clock direction listened to He Xiaolan talking to Yang Fei, his eyes turning red with anger, glaring viciously at Yang Fei, yet helpless.

A few hours later, the plane landed at the capital city's airport in India.

Yang Fei got off the plane, with He Xiaolan reluctantly saying goodbye to him.

Although Yang Fei wasn't interested in He Xiaolan, considering the fat man's attitude towards her, Yang Fei left a divine thought imprint on her.

This way, regardless of time or place, if He Xiaolan encountered a life-threatening situation, Yang Fei would sense it immediately.

The capital city of India is a charming city that never sleeps.

Although compared to Huaxia's Capital City, in terms of architecture or modern civilization level, it pales in comparison.

However, India is also one of the four ancient civilizations.

The numerous ancient buildings here, along with the scattered large and small temples throughout the city, create a distinctive exotic scenery.

Landa Temple is the oldest and grandest of these many temples, with about two to three hundred cultivators.

At this moment, behind the Great Heroic Hall of Landa Temple, within a small wooden hut, a lamp flickers like a bean-sized flame.

In fact, Landa Temple's modern conveniences are no less than those of a five-star hotel.

Many cultivators' rooms are equipped with computers, TVs, and surveillance videos.

Yet in this primitive and old wooden hut, there is only an oil lamp, quietly emitting light in the bleak night.

On a mat against the wall, a thin and short monk is silently meditating.

His skin exudes a crystalline clarity, like yellow jade, his eyes flashing with wisdom and compassion.

The whole person seems like a yellow dragon jade-carved Buddha statue, surrounded as if by holy light.

This person is none other than India's number one master, Brahma Venerable.

Opposite Brahma Venerable, Master Dajia and Cardina sit cross-legged, their expressions devout and respectful.

At this moment, Brahma Venerable, who had kept his eyes closed, suddenly opened them and sighed softly.

"Yang Fei has indeed arrived."

Master Dajia and Cardina exchanged glances, both filled with grave expressions.

They didn't need to doubt Brahma Venerable's words.

If he says Yang Fei is here, he must be at Landa Temple.

Almost simultaneously, Yang Fei, meandering through the streets of India, paused gently and stood still.

His eyes were watching the starry sky beyond the brilliant lights, where a crescent moon hung high, emitting a faint, gentle glow.

At this moment, Yang Fei also sensed Brahma Venerable's divine thought.

Brahma Venerable's divine thought, already substantial, poured like a river into every corner of this city.

This immense spiritual power, even Yang Fei felt slightly inferior to.

Yang Fei's expression grew incredibly grave.

Brahma Venerable's level is unknown, but judging by his vast spiritual power, one can tell he is close to the Divinity Transformation Stage.

However, even if he breaks through the Divinity Transformation Stage, so what, one sword could still cut through.

Yang Fei laughed coldly, casually tossed aside the skewer in his hand, and strode forward.

Early the next morning, Yang Fei strolled leisurely towards Landa Temple.

Since Brahma Venerable had already locked onto him, under his vast divine thought, there was nowhere to hide.

Yang Fei decided to confront them openly and challenge them.

Landa Temple is southwest of India's capital city, with deep forests lining both sides of the road.

At this moment, police tape had been stretched across the entrance, with a large number of armed police on guard at the entrance, prohibiting tourists from entering.

Yang Fei smiled slightly; with Master Dajia's influence and reputation in India, mobilizing all this would just take a word.

Just then, Yang Fei slightly halted his steps.

Outside the police line, the beautiful woman He Xiaolan and that annoying fat man, whom he met on the plane, were blocked.

He Xiaolan was evidently not one to fear the authorities, waving her little fists, arguing with the police in English.

After listening to a few sentences, Yang Fei understood.

As it turns out, He Xiaolan had bought tickets online to tour Landa Temple the night before, but today, police had blocked the entrance, making her very angry.

Yang Fei found it secretly amusing; of course, He Xiaolan wouldn't know that the real culprit behind all this was Yang Fei himself.

In a duel between cultivators, the ground moves, mountains shake, and the destructive power is enormous. Naturally, the Indian government wouldn't let ordinary people get involved.

Yang Fei was too lazy to bother with such trivial matters; his figure flickered and disappeared.

Indian police could block He Xiaolan, but they couldn't stop a Great Spiritual Master like Yang Fei.

He Xiaolan argued with the Indian police for quite a while, but they were firmly blocked.

The police even began to drive them away.

At this point, the fat man stepped forward, slipped a prepared check into the jacket pocket of one of the officials, and whispered a few words in his ear.

The official looked around, then waved his hand, and the police immediately stepped aside.

The fat man walked forward leisurely, his hands in his pants pockets.

He Xiaolan was stunned for a moment, then spat, cursing repeatedly in Huaxia language, and followed along.