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"Sothing to consider."
Upon hearing the Feng siblings' invitation, Liu Xingyang gave George a slight nod.
Although the Tianxia Society had only risen to prominence in recent years, it wasn't yet on par with the established powers like the Wang family, one of the Ten Elders. Still, it was by no ans weak.
Everyone knew the Tianxia Society was eager to recruit talented individuals, and it had a solid reputation.
If Jin Baobao joined them, with Feng Zhenghao's protection, there likely wouldn't be any major issues.
After all, Wang Bing wasn't dead, and Jin Baobao had only spoken a few impulsive words. The Wang family wouldn't go to war with the Tianxia Society over that.
Baiyun Temple might be a major sect in the Daoist tradition, but its mbers mostly cultivated in seclusion, rarely engaging with secular affairs. Even counting everyone in the temple, their numbers were limited—no match for the Tianxia Society.
"In that case, I wonder if there's a chance to speak with the Chairman?"
George's eyes sparkled as a new idea ford in his mind.
Killing Wang Ai and Wang Bing wasn't difficult, but wiping out the entire Wang family would be too ti-consuming and unnecessary.
So, a partnership with the Tianxia Society might work out well.
He also needed a dostic force to help him truly understand this world.
The force couldn't be like Baiyun Temple—focused solely on cultivation—nor as rigid as Longhu Mountain. It also couldn't be a governnt body like Everywhere Communications.
Ideally, it would be a group of businesspeople—people who understood flexibility, who were clever enough not to do anything stupid out of pride. The kind of people who could take care of things without needing to be told.
Based on Wang Bing's mories and the cultivation knowledge George had acquired, there shouldn't be any high-dinsional entities like the Heavenly Court in this world.
They talked about ascending to immortality, but no one in history had verifiably achieved it and co back. Most such stories were exaggerated rumors.
Even the so-called "immortals" ford from spiritual animals weren't truly immortal. Even after cultivating for centuries, they amounted to little.
Of course, it was also possible that Wang Bing's knowledge was limited. That's why George wanted to examine Wang Ai's mories. They might help him make a more accurate judgnt.
If this world's ceiling was truly at the level of the old Celestial Master, then there was no reason for him to keep hiding.
"Sure, sure! My father just went to deal with the Wang family—we can wait in the other room."
Feng Xingtong brightened imdiately at George's response and nodded eagerly.
He had thought the invitation would be difficult, but it had gone surprisingly smoothly.
After exchanging a few words with Huang Yi and Liu Xingyang, George followed the Feng siblings to the room Longhu Mountain had assigned to the Tianxia Society.
Not long after, he t the Tianxia Society's Chairman—Feng Zhenghao.
"Hahaha! Truly, heroes rise from the younger generation. Mr. Jin, I've already heard all about you from Xingtong.
Rest assured, as long as you join the Tianxia Society, I'll personally speak with Master Wang. There won't be any trouble at all."
Feng Zhenghao had silver-streaked hair, wore glasses and a suit—exuding the image of a corporate mogul. He shook George's hand warmly.
"Master Wang?"
George raised an eyebrow.
"Sounds like your talk with Wang Ai went rather well."
"There was a bit of a misunderstanding between our Feng family and the Wangs, but it's been resolved. We're even planning further cooperation going forward.
So, I can count on Master Wang to give this courtesy."
Feng Zhenghao's expression didn't change at all—still smiling warmly.
But his children, Feng Shayen and Feng Xingtong, looked visibly surprised. They clearly hadn't expected their father's confrontation with the Wang family to end like this.
"If the Jin and Li Corporations can form an alliance, my power in the secular world will skyrocket."
Feng Zhenghao looked at Jin Baobao as though staring at a mountain of gold.
He wasn't particularly concerned with Jin Baobao's personal strength. Even as a naturally gifted Thunder-Wielding Variant, it would still take 20 to 30 years to beco truly powerful.
And there was always the risk of dying before that.
What mattered most was Jin Baobao's background—as the heir of the Jin and Li families, both of which were at least as powerful as, if not stronger than, his own Tianxia Group.
As for Wang Ai, he wasn't a major concern.
During their eting, Feng Zhenghao had deliberately set aside his grandfather's old grudge and lowered himself for a performance—all to make Wang Ai drop his guard.
Of course, Wang Ai had played along just as cleverly.
In the end, they parted on seemingly friendly terms—discussing future cooperation like a pair of close allies.
But in truth, they were plotting against each other. Feng Zhenghao wanted to wipe out the Wang family and absorb everything it had to strengthen the Tianxia Society. Wang Ai had the exact sa idea.
The real test would be whose strategy proved superior.
The Wang family was stronger in terms of powerful Variants, but the Tianxia Society had the edge in secular influence and financial power.
So as long as he personally intervened on Jin Baobao's behalf, Wang Ai wouldn't refuse the favor. Because compared to Jin Baobao, the Tianxia Society was the bigger prize.
Just because the Wang family had a poor reputation didn't an they were fools. You don't beco one of the Ten Elders without brains.
They only bullied those without backing. When it ca to disciples of major sects, they never picked fights or made enemies.
For greater benefits, people like Wang Ai wouldn't worry too much about saving face.
Which ant Jin Baobao's "trouble" wasn't really trouble at all.
"This guy... he's patient. Definitely soone who can pull off big things."
George's opinion of Feng Zhenghao rose another level.
This visit to Wang Ai surely gave him access to so of the old secrets—maybe he even knew them already.
Even under those circumstances, Feng Zhenghao still managed to strike a deal with the Wang family. That proved he wasn't soone weak or easy to manipulate.
After all, weak people don't create a power like the Tianxia Society and beco one of the Ten Elders.
Let's not forget, the Feng family wasn't a traditional noble clan. Back then, Feng Tianyang had to offer up his own soul-summoning technique just to survive.
But in just a few decades, Feng Zhenghao had built a force that could rival centuries-old sects.
If not for their slightly weaker Variant power, their dominance in secular business alone had already surpassed all other Variant organizations.
The Tianxia Society's business arm—the Tianxia Group—was valued at over 300 billion.
"I'm willing to join the Tianxia Society. But before I do, I'd like to give the Chairman a gift. The only question is—do you dare accept it?"
"What kind of gift?"
Feng Zhenghao's eyes clearly lit up when he heard George was willing to join.
"The entire Wang family."
George said calmly.
Feng Zhenghao's expression froze.
"Mr. Jin, that's not sothing you should say lightly. You might have had so friction with the Wang family, but this is going too far. And they're not as simple as you think.
Wang Bing might be strong among the younger generation, but in the grand sche of the Wang family, he's nothing special."
He wondered if Jin Baobao had gotten overconfident after defeating Wang Bing.
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