The other players also realized they had provoked soone they should not have. Exchanging glances, they felt their legs go weak and couldn't help but kneel.
Their fear of Cui Tian had reached its absolute peak. Rumor had it that Cui Tian killed without batting an eye; if he did blink, it was to kill. On the strength of that single word, "kill," he had beco the undisputed boss of the Yuzhou Underworld, bar none.
They kowtowed repeatedly, begging for rcy. "Please, spare us!"
"We know we were wrong! Please, sir, forgive our foolishness!"
"Please, just let us go! We're nobodies!"
The most arrogant of them, Number Ten, nodded fervently and even crawled to Cui Tian's feet. He shalessly licked Cui Tian's slippers and feet, which hadn't been washed in days, ignoring the stares of everyone else in the airport.
But Cui Tian wasn't buying it. "n!" he shouted imdiately. "Drag them away and deal with them as they deserve."
"Yes, sir." The n in black suits behind him stepped forward and dragged the players away one by one.
The players all struggled. "No, I don't want to go with you!"
"I'm the hope of Yuzhou soccer! I'm going to play for the national team in the future!"
At the ntion of the "national team," the n in black suits grew even angrier. The national team? What a garbage team. They grabbed the players with even more force and dragged them away.
"No, don't!"
These n usually acted cocky and dashing, seducing countless young won. But now, terrified out of their wits, their true, cowardly selves were exposed as they wailed for their mothers and fathers. So of them had even wet themselves.
The people at the airport exchanged baffled looks. Was this the actual level of the Yuzhou Cuju team? And what about the national team? Selected from local Cuju teams across the country, its players were probably no different from these guys. At that thought, everyone at the airport lost all hope for the national team, concluding it might take another five hundred years for things to change.
Cui Tian approached Wu Tian and said, "Please, co with
to my ho. We have plenty of guest rooms. The Sword Competition is this evening."
Wu Tian nodded. Cui Chong had called Cui Tian much earlier, insisting that he take good care of Wu Tian or risk being removed from the family registry. This was a serious matter, and Cui Tian swore to himself that he would have to worship Wu Tian as if he were Lord Guan. In the Underworld, everyone reveres Lord Guan.
"Alright, lead the way," Wu Tian said evenly, holding the little one.
Cui Tian might be formidable, but in Wu Tian's eyes, he was rely average.
Chen iling was surprised. Cui Tian had actually co for Wu Tian?
anwhile, Wang Renjie, though clever, was unversed in social nuances. Preoccupied with his contract issues, he lacked his usual composure. Cui Tian must have the wrong person. He must have mistaken Wu Tian for . That has to be why he's treating him so well.
Wang Renjie wanted to step forward and expose the mistake, but he stopped when he rembered Wu Tian was Chen iling's friend. He could only sigh. He was afraid that if he upset Chen iling, she would refuse to attend the Sword Competition. In that case, he would be liable for the compensation paynt, which he couldn't afford.
"Please," Cui Tian said, enthusiastically leading the way.
Everyone at the airport was dumbfounded. The events of today were likely a once-in-a-lifeti experience for them. Their own lives felt far too bland in comparison.
The old sports veterans snapped back to their senses and shouted at Wu Tian's retreating back, "Co back! You are the hope of our national team!
"The national team needs you!
"You could be the next Beckham or Ronaldo!"
Wu Tian heard them, of course, and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh. If I participated in the World Cup, I couldn't use Spiritual Power. That would be cheating. But even without it, I could probably still take first place with my physical skills alone... it would just be exhausting. It'd be one man against twenty-one. Besides, soccer is a team sport of eleven players. Why should it all depend on ?
Wu Tian left without looking back.
The elderly n from the sports world were all dejected. Poor national team. When would they ever win the World Cup? Would they even see that day in their lifeti?
Cui Tian's motorcade consisted entirely of black cars that sped down the road, completely unobstructed.
"This is my ho," Cui Tian said with a grin. With no outsiders around, the skinny man lost his stern deanor and chuckled like a mischievous monkey.
His so-called ho was made of shipping container houses, linked together one after another to form a massive structure. Wu Tian's Spiritual Sense swept across the area, revealing that three thousand people lived here, which gave an idea of just how large the container complex was.
"I hate houses; the prices are too high," Cui Tian said with disdain. "My brothers and I, we do jobs for people. One job gets us a million—we don't cheat anyone, young or old—but that million isn't even enough for one house.
"My brothers and I despise the idea of buying a house, so we decided to buy shipping containers and build sothing ourselves. If more brothers join, we just add another container on top. If even more co, we add another... I think it's pretty good."
This was Cui Tian's philosophy on life. People who didn't know him simply thought of him as a ruthless killer. But as far as he was concerned, not a single person who didn't deserve to die had ever died by his hand. For those who didn't deserve it, he found a way to send them off to the Foreign States. That way, he could claim the person was dead, and everyone was satisfied.
Chen iling and Wang Renjie listened in disbelief.
Wang Renjie scoffed internally. A house? What's the big deal? I can just draw up a few extra contracts on the side and a house is mine. I really don't get this Cui Tian, the boss of the Yuzhou Underworld.
Cui Tian knew that Wu Tian must have important matters to attend to, so he had his n show Chen iling and Wang Renjie to their rooms first.
Wang Renjie seethed with indignation. Cui Tian should be looking for . Wu Tian is just an imposter!
Fortunately, Wu Tian was unaware of Wang Renjie's thoughts; otherwise, he would have already sent him to the afterlife with a single slap.
Cui Tian invited Wu Tian into the largest container and offered him a seat on the sofa. Wu Tian let the little one play on her own, then looked at Cui Tian. "Have you ever been to Mount Yunng?"
"Mount Yunng?" Cui Tian's brow furrowed at the question. It was a simple question to answer, yet also complicated. Since Wu Tian was the one asking, Cui Tian knew he had to be truthful. "Mount Yunng is a Sacred Land. Its Spiritual Energy is incredibly rich, even more so than at Wudang or Tianshan. Many tourists have visited, but they only think they've seen all of Mount Yunng. That isn't true. There is a South Heavenly Gate there, which is actually a Formation. Without knowing how to break it, one can't enter the true interior."
Wu Tian nodded. He was now certain that Mount Yunng was where Ghost Valley was located. At the sa ti, he had other questions. "What's this Sword Competition all about?"
To Wu Tian's surprise, Cui Tian explained, "It's being held by Ghost Valley. To be honest, I'm curious myself. The sects of the Jianghu, the Five Surnas and Seven Families—they all operate in the open. But throughout history, Ghost Valley has remained unique. Almost no one knows its location. It rarely makes a move, except during dynastic changes or struggles for supremacy. So for it to suddenly announce a Sword Competition is unexpected. I've been very concerned about it. I've even heard that people from the Wang Clan of Taiyuan have arrived."
Cui Tian looked worried. Could the foundation he had worked so hard to build in Yuzhou be annihilated by this brazen ergence of Ghost Valley? Or would it be replaced by so outside force?
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