Invincible Immortal Cultivator in the City
Chapter 201 - 200 Song Wuji

Chapter 201: Chapter 200 Song Wuji

Nangong Wan’er was accompanied by a middle-aged man, his face brimming with affection for her.

"Wan’er, who is this?" the middle-aged man asked, puzzled.

"Dad, this is my friend, Lin Hao." Nangong Wan’er said sweetly, "This is my dad, Nangong Lin."

"Hello." Nangong Lin extended his hand first and shook hands with Lin Hao.

Lin Hao responded with a smile, his impression of Nangong Lin was actually quite good; he seemed very approachable.

However, Lin Hao was quite surprised to see Nangong Wan’er appear here.

Most importantly, in front of her father Nangong Lin, Nangong Wan’er behaved like a different person—reserved and ladylike, without frivolity.

During the auction that day, Lin Hao had guessed that this girl was someone extraordinary.

And today, it certainly seemed to be the case.

However, he did not ask further and instead entered the hotel lobby with Nangong Lin and Nangong Wan’er.

Inside the lobby, many successful individuals in suits and ties were gathered, as well as elegant women in evening dresses.

Naturally, there were also a lot of young people.

"Mr. Lin!"

Just then, Song Guolong saw Lin Hao from a distance and hurried over: "Mr. Lin, I didn’t expect you to honor us with your presence. Song is embarrassed for not meeting you sooner, my apologies, my apologies."

"Oh, Brother Nangong, you’re here too." Seeing Nangong Lin, Song Guolong said, "You know Mr. Lin?"

"Mr. Lin is a friend of my daughter." Nangong Lin said.

"Uncle Song." Nangong Wan’er sweetly said, "Long time no see, you’ve become even more handsome."

"Haha, Wan’er has such a way with words. Last time I saw you, you could barely walk yet, how could you remember if I’ve gotten fatter or not?"

Song Guolong laughed heartily, then said to Lin Hao: "Mr. Lin, Brother Nangong and I are old friends of many years, we haven’t seen each other in over twenty years. He just recently returned to Jiangbei, and I didn’t know you were acquainted. What a coincidence, please, come inside."

"Mr. Song!"

At that moment, Song Guolong’s secretary ran over from outside and whispered a few words to Song Guolong.

Song Guolong’s expression changed slightly: "He’s here?"

"I’m not sure, but... Mr. Song, didn’t you say that something big might have happened to the Song Family recently? Could it be related?"

Song Guolong looked visibly troubled, as if something had happened to the Song Family, but he had no idea what it was.

"Never mind that now, go ahead, I’ll be right there."

"Okay." The secretary replied, then trotted off, accompanied by a group of male and female greeters. It looked as if an important figure was about to arrive.

"Mr. Lin, Brother Nangong, I’m really sorry. I should’ve spent more time with you, but now I’m afraid I can’t. An important figure has arrived at home, I must go to greet him."

"Sure, no problem," Nangong Lin said magnanimously, "You go ahead and take care of it."

Lin Hao likewise indicated it didn’t matter to him.

Nangong Wan’er stood obediently beside Nangong Lin, her lips slightly pouty: "Who could make Uncle Guolong so nervous?"

"Let’s go and see, shall we? Mr. Lin, shall we go together?" Nangong Lin looked at Lin Hao, seeming quite interested in him.

"Sure," Lin Hao nodded.

Not just them, seeing Song Guolong hurry out accompanied by his secretary and a host of security guards and greeters, the guests in the room were also curious about who it was that could make someone like Song Guolong personally receive them.

You see, Song Guolong was no minor figure; of the guests he invited, almost none surpassed him in status, and even those on par with him were few.

After all, he was from the Song Family.

And a direct descendant of the Song Family at that.

Even if he wasn’t doing very well, he was thousands, if not millions, of times better off than the average person.

Outside, a stretch Lincoln slowly approached.

Surrounding the Lincoln were numerous black-clad bodyguards with sunglasses, forming a protective square around the car and keeping a watchful eye on the surrounding people.

The protagonist had yet to alight from the car, but everyone already felt the aloof and commanding aura, as well as the overwhelming status of the newcomer.

A careful count revealed that there were more than thirty bodyguards.

Each of them was strong and muscular, with a height of at least one point eight meters.

They formed a line of defense, effectively isolating everyone outside, and a waiter around eighteen or nineteen years old accidentally stepped into the line of defense, and one of the bodyguards immediately pushed him away.

Because the push was so forceful, the waiter fell to the ground, panicky and uneasy.

The bodyguard glared at him, said nothing, and the waiter hurriedly scrambled up and left.

Song Guolong appeared just in time to witness this scene.

His brows slightly furrowed.

Today was his fiftieth birthday, and he did not expect this person to show so little respect.

"Hmph."

He snorted coldly, but dared not say anything on the surface, and went forward to greet him.

At the same time.

The door of the Lincoln opened.

A man clad entirely in white—white suit, white leather shoes, with hair dyed slightly yellow—stepped out of the car.

At the same time, the front passenger door opened, and a middle-aged man and an elder alighted. The middle-aged man had a stable presence, a Cultivator, and a very strong one at that, already at the Martial Artist Ninth Layer, just a step away from becoming a Grandmaster.

As for the elder, he was very ordinary, around sixty years old, as ordinary as one could be.

Song Wuji!

No sooner had the man gotten out of the car than someone recognized him.

A direct descendant of the Song Family, the most outstanding of the younger generation; his status was higher than Song Guolong’s.

No, higher even than Song Guolong’s grandfather.

The Song Family placed great hopes on him and intentionally groomed him to become the successor of the next generation of the Song Family.

Within the Song Family, his power was immense.

Even some of the elders had to show him great respect upon meeting him.

Not only did he have great power, but his ambition was even greater.

After so many years of the Song Family’s development, there were too many branches and offshoots. From the day he was entrusted with a heavy responsibility by the Family Head, he began integrating all of the Song Family enterprises.

Many members of the Song Family who were doing well were directly dismissed and sent home to retire.

His swift and decisive methods were well known to many.

And now, his sudden appearance here.

Made many people wonder if he intended to make a move against Song Guolong.

"Uncle Guolong, happy birthday!" Song Wuji approached Song Guolong with a smile, "Wuji has come uninvited, I hope I haven’t disturbed you."

"Not at all." Song Guolong spoke with a smile, "Having Wuji here brightens the occasion; it’s my honor, Song Guolong."

Although the two were relatives, they were separated by three to four generations, which made their relationship quite subtle, hence their polite conversation.

"Come, bring Uncle Guolong’s gift." Song Wuji waved his hand, and a bodyguard behind him took a gift from the car and handed it to Song Guolong.

"I heard Uncle Guolong likes some antiques and calligraphy. This is an original piece left by Tang Bohu, one of a kind in this world, given to Uncle Guolong as a gift."

"Thank you, Wuji." Song Guolong smiled and said, "Come, come, Wuji, please come inside."

Song Guolong wanted to go up and personally show Song Wuji the way.

But just as he approached within a meter of Song Wuji, he was stopped by the middle-aged man next to Song Wuji.

The message was clear, no one is allowed, nor welcomed, to get that close.

Song Guolong was slightly startled and looked at Song Wuji.

Song Wuji, however, did not show any reaction and bypassed Song Guolong, heading straight into the hotel: "Not bad, Uncle Guolong, this banquet is quite impressive."

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