Chapter 282 - One-Eyed Naga King (2/2)

Although the spellcasters were able to sense the incredible energy in a lot of the materials, they were clueless as to how to use them. Chen Fan capitalized on that and bought them from the spellcasters’ hands. These materials would be put to great use in the hands of a powerful Array formation master.

“Mr. Chen, here is your tea.”

A girl with breathtaking beauty and tall stature set a cup of superior-grade Sejak tea before Chen Fan. She was wearing a casual outfit and pulled her hair back and up in a bun that was fixed with a wooden hair stick. She looked like a meek and obedient housewife before Chen Fan.

“I didn’t ask you back to be my servant girl, I need you to run the company for me.”

Chen Fan let out a remark after taking a small sip of tea.

“You have asked for absolute ;loyalty from me. I am just showing you that you are my master now.” Zheng Anqi stood still and said calmly without any rancor. She locked her gaze on the young man before her and her heart was filled with complicated yet strong emotions.

This was the young man who had pushed her into the living h.e.l.l. He had taken the life of her grandpa, robbed her of youth and beauty, turning her into a helpless and hapless hag.

However, this was also the young man who had restored her appearance and made her the manager of a multi-billion corporation.

Did Zheng Anqi hate him? Of course.

However, her hatred was only on the surface. Old Man Zheng was near the end of his life span and without the hundred Arcane Pills she had obtained from Chen Fan through trickery, Old Man Zheng would have already died of natural causes by now. In other words, Chen Fan had gifted the old man an extra year of life and there was nothing wrong with him taking the gift back. Plus, Chen Fan had given her the rare opportunity to see the true colors of people around her and to taste a much-needed dose of reality. She had never thought that the kindest person to her ended up being Chen Fan, who she thought was the cruelest man in the world.

The moment Chen Fan restored her appearance, Zheng Anqi had made up her mind to trust her life to this young man. She was abandoned by her family and friends, and Chen Fan was all she had.

“I will be leaving for Jin City in three days. Call me if you need anything. As you said, I am your master now, so no one should dare harm you.” Chen Fan said lightly.

“Yes.”

Zheng Anqi s.h.i.+vered a little and then lowered her head and replied.

She stood there for a while in silence and didn’t leave the room until Chen Fan was back to his study to sort all kinds of strange things he had collected over the days.

Meanwhile, the Chinese Esotericism Conference carried on.

The death of Zhou Daoji was just being felt by the spellcasting society. Zhou Daoji was the most powerful spellcaster in Southern Sect, an accomplished Feng Shui master of peak Dharma Cultivation level. He had dominated Hong Kong for a few decades and had defended the honor of Hong Kong many times.

Hong Kong is an international metropolis, the s.h.i.+ning jewel on southern sea. It had been the focal point for the South East Chinese community, if not the entire overseas Chinese community. Many international corporations set up their HQ in Hong Kong. Zhou Daoji had been protecting Hong Kong from the malicious process that had been eyeing on the incredible social wealth of Hong Kong. With the death of Zhou Daoji, things were bound to change.

Thailand, Chiang Mai, China Town…

A statue of a one-eyed naga was set inside of an ancient temple. This One-eyed Naga King had a hideous face and was covered with glinting scales that were darker than ink.

Under the statue sat a thin old man in a black robe.

The old man was meditating, the s.p.a.ce all around him was infused with an invisible force that seemed to bend the fabric of s.p.a.ce. A fly stumbled into the contorted s.p.a.ce and was crushed by the invisible force instantly.

“Master, Zhou Daoji is dead.”

A wave of heavy footsteps brought in a small dark-skinned man. Despite his small frame, he was covered from head to toe with hard muscles. Every inch of burgeoning muscle seemed to pack an incredible force. He only wore a bandana on the head, a tank top and a pair of shorts with no shoes.

Every step he took sounded like a giant walking.

The dark-skinned man entered the temple and bowed 45 degrees to the thin old man. If any top fighters of Muay Thai was here, they would be shocked by what they saw. This dark-skinned man was a renowned Grandmaster in Ancient Muay Thai. Rumor had it that he was able to lift an elephant and his power was on par with that of the Grandmasters in China.

However, such a mighty figure stood respectfully before the old man as a pupil would to his master.

“Alodi, you are unnerved.”

The thin old man’s eyes remained closed. However, a red dot appeared in between his eyes on his forehead. Then, the dot turned into a line and the line became a third eye. It was golden in color and gave a cold, icy glare to the dark-skinned man.

Alodi lowered his head and looked even more fearful and respectful than before.

Although he was a Mixed Martial Arts Master, a Grandmasters in Ancient Muay Thai, and was able to kill a galloping elephant, he would not even think of challenging the old man.

Alodi knew that this old man was the most powerful Dharma master in Thailand, if not the entire Southeast Asia,

He was the Grandmaster of the oriental back magic, Gong Tau, and his name was Dashava Kunloon.