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Ye Feng was busy driving his car, as he traveled to the renowned Ghost Mountain.
He was humming a melody and did not pay attention outside, completely oblivious to the woman's reaction based on him.
Along the way, as he drove, his car naturally become like a star.
People were whispering about him, who wouldn't know the latest release Lambo, when it was plastered everywhere the Shen City?
Envious, dreaming to have one, mesmerized by the awesome car, and some hoe's eyes were looking at the Lambo!
This is the world, where money was needed and matters to people.
They half-witted, as their profile would have been a penny face.
Broom—!
Roaring car, as the people's ears, twitch!
The Lambo immediately vanished from everyone's eyesight.
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"Hm, this place is just the same as usual, I only see the images of this on the internet."
"Seems to be really big, eh?"
After an hour of traveling, Ye Feng arrived on the outskirts of Shen City!
Looking at the really big gate, in front of him, he almost cast mesmerized eyes.
A big red newly-painted Chinese-style gate was in front of his car, atop has a Chinese symbol, which translates to the 'Ghost Mansion' name.
"Ghost Mountain... Ghost Mansion, I am not that surprised that anyone did not purchase this place, the one who named this would be pretty sure to have no naming humor." Ye Feng stated inside the car, as he moved forward.
Broom!—
Broom!—
Loud roar of the Lambo's engine resounded, he was the only one there, surprisingly no one stopped him on the way...
Clang!—
The gate opened on its own, and Ye Feng directly drove his car inside.
Even though he was quite curious, but thinking that this was ordinary, added to the security, he shrugged.
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"Good morning, young master Ye, mister Song Tao has already informed us that this place was bought by none other than you, please sign this remaining paper..."
When Ye Feng arrive at the top, of the mountain, where the massive mansion was, he was immediately interrupted as soon as he step out of the car.
The voice of the man seems to be a respectful tone, as he bowed to Ye Feng, handing to him some papers.
"Brother Song Tao sent you?" Ye Feng grabbed the paper with a pen, and he signed all of them, but he carefully read, as they were no scam.
The man in a suit just nodded his head, he was like a Butler.
"All done, have my regards to Brother Song Tao." He calmly expressed, handing back the papers.
The butler nod his head again, but there was a slightly amused smile on his face, "Young master Ye is generous, please expect your words of thanks will be directly delivered to mister Tao."
Ye Feng did not say anything, the same with the uncle in a butler suit.
He immediately walks towards the gate, but before, he stops and looks back to Ye Feng again, as he said, "Pleasure to have a happy cooperation and enjoy the beautiful scenery of this place."
Ye Feng heard but when he look at where the man was, in his vision there was none.
It seems that the man has vanished like a ghost.
He was not surprised.
'Heh, what did I get the attention of the Matriach of the Song family, they even send the famous hidden master martial artist that was working under them...'
He has cold eyes, that man he had just a conversation with was not a simple one.
In this world, no, in the novel story of him, there was also what they called a 'Martial Artist'.
'Hmm, Ki and Qi, is the same energy?' 'Then what about internal and external Ki used by Martial Art practitioners?'
He was mumbling, but he throw that thought away, there was only one energy, and it was none other than the great 'Heavenly Qi' itself.
'Welp in the end they were all the same, as a strong prey over the weak ones, a law of the jungle where having one's immeasurable strength one can have privilege, as the world may know superiority!'
The trope of any urban Xianxia novel, whether you are an ant or a dog!
But if you are that strong, unparalleled, and unrivaled, simply you are a rising dragon.
Ye Feng now felt like brushing his imaginary beard, an old Taoist and poet may have the same line as him.
His cold eyes vanished, his calm demeanor has a taste of immortal temperament, and the air blew his hair.
Ye Feng was standing, looking at the massive mansion in front of his eyes.
The sun has risen, the wind was brewing, and Ye Feng's frame now has a touch of tranquility.
Onto the deep pond, a dragon may rise, and the realm of the dark abyss with scatted bones with a sharp throne atop seems to be trembling.
Ye Feng did not know this, the dark draconic ring on the middle finger of his right hand, its draconic eyes seems to be emitting a dark aura.
This is the first step of him, breaking the destiny that heaven itself, bestowed upon him.
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[A/N]: I see some of my readers, reading someone's novel... My heart feels heavy... I- is that counted to be as an NTR? I got NTR'ed~! (huff— huff— Breathing heavily *Aroused*)