Chapter Seventeen: The Cui Family's Devotee

“Big brother! Have mercy!”
Seeing that he was not allowed to leave this time, Cui Youliang collapsed to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.
“Please spare me this once, big brother. I won’t dare come again...”
“I don’t want the Bai family’s debt anymore... I beg you, just let me go...”

At the mention of debt, Ye Feng grew curious and asked, “Your Cui family is here—how much debt do you still owe?”
“Not... not much...”
“Just a few hundred million, right? I don’t want it anymore... really.”

At this moment, Cui Youliang didn’t dare to mention debts anymore; saving his own life was all that mattered.
“A few hundred million...”
Ye Feng pondered for a moment before saying, “Alright, then let your Cui family raise another billion to ransom you!”
“Make the calls, keep summoning people!”
“Remember, this time they must bring the money as well!”

As Cui Youliang tearfully called his family for help, Ye Feng sat back down.
He was like a sharp sword in the darkness—aloof and imposing.

“You...”
Bai Weiwei looked at Ye Feng, a thousand words swirling in her heart but unsure how to speak them.
Yet one thing was certain in her mind: this time, her brother had truly brought her a dependable pillar of strength! Someone who could help them rise again!
A glimmer of hope finally appeared in Bai Weiwei’s eyes.

The years of bitterness, grievance, and pain had finally given way to clear skies and bright moonlight.

...

At this moment, the Cui residence.
An elderly man with white hair and beard was drinking tea and reading the newspaper.
Suddenly, he received a call from his youngest son, and his expression darkened bit by bit.

This elder was Cui Lishang, patriarch of the Cui family and father of Cui Youliang.
Hearing that his youngest son had been kidnapped, the old master was both anxious and furious.

Having once been in the coal business, he commanded a few hundred enforcers ready to act at a moment’s notice.
For decades, the Cui family had been the ones kidnapping others—it was the first time the tables had turned on them.
And someone dared to kidnap his own son?
What kind of kidnappers were these? Had they lost their minds?

“What’s the background of the other side?” Cui Lishang asked as he walked to his desk and picked up the landline to make calls.
“They’re from the Bai family!” Cui Youliang answered truthfully.
“Which Bai family?” Cui Lishang couldn’t recall anyone by that name in Yanjing.
“They belong to Bai Shouqi’s faction!” Cui Youliang said in terror. “This man claims to be the Bai family’s backbone. I brought over two hundred men, and they all fell to him.”

“Dad, when you bring people, don’t forget to bring the master we hired at great expense. His skills... are truly terrifying!”

The Bai family’s top enforcer!?
Hearing this, Cui Lishang’s hand trembled involuntarily. When he heard that over two hundred men had been defeated, he slowly put down the phone.

Their three hundred or so enforcers had lost two-thirds of their number in one fell swoop, and there was no need to call the remaining hundred or so.
“I understand.”

Cui Lishang ended the call with his son and quickly dialed another number.
“Master Yu! Our family is in grave trouble! Come quickly!”

After waiting anxiously for about the length of a tea break, Master Yu finally arrived just in time.
“Cui Lao, calling me at this hour—what’s happened?”

Master Yu was in his fifties, dressed in a blue Taoist robe, exuding an extraordinary aura. Every movement hinted at the bearing of an enlightened master.

“My son has been kidnapped...” Cui Lishang prepared to depart while summarizing the situation.

“Oh? Able to fight one hundred alone?” Master Yu nodded. “Sounds like you’ve met a martial expert!”

“Master Yu, are you confident? Should we call more people to help?” Cui Lishang asked uneasily.

Master Yu laughed heartily.
“Don’t worry, Cui Lao. He’s just an ordinary fighter, nothing to fuss about!”
“As the saying goes, no matter how skilled, a butcher’s knife still poses a threat; no matter how sharp the sword, it can’t compare to the ultimate secrets of mystic arts!”

Before he finished speaking, Master Yu waved his hand.
The objects around them seemed drawn by an invisible force, crashing and clattering.

The next moment, an astonishing scene unfolded.
The tables, chairs, stools, and numerous books in the study floated weightlessly in midair, as if in zero gravity.

Master Yu’s extraordinary display left Cui Lishang in awe, marveling as if witnessing a divine being.
“Master Yu, you truly are a celestial being!”

Master Yu chuckled, then took Cui Lishang’s arm and said, “Cui Lao, let’s go. This trivial matter is nothing; I alone am enough!”