Invincible Immortal Cultivator in the City
Chapter 202 - 201 Purpose

Chapter 202: Chapter 201 Purpose

Song Guolong furrowed his brows, his face looking somewhat unpleasant.

Contempt.

It was outright contempt that Song Wuji showed towards him!

As an elder, he actually couldn’t approach Song Wuji, and this was happening at his own banquet, effectively a slap in the face.

Lin Hao was slightly astonished, it seemed that the situation within the Song Family was much more complicated than he had understood in his previous life.

"What’s there to be proud of." Nangong Wan’er coldly huffed, disliking Song Wuji’s arrogant demeanor.

"Wan’er, don’t be resentful, even though I don’t quite like him either, his position within the Song Family is not low, and he is the most outstanding person among the younger generation," Nangong Lin said with a smile.

"Outstanding, how outstanding, is he as outstanding as Lin Hao?" Nangong Wan’er rolled her eyes, in her view, Lin Hao was already quite remarkable.

Nangong Lin, however, slightly shook his head.

Lin Hao, no matter how one looked at it, could not compare to Song Wuji, but he didn’t voice this, as they were after all friends, and it wouldn’t do to undermine a young man’s confidence.

Song Wuji, appearing to disregard everyone, walked directly into the hotel, looking around and sizing things up as he went.

His bodyguards occupied every corner of the hotel and the entrance.

People outside couldn’t get in, while those inside were promptly driven out by his bodyguards.

Song Guolong’s face was exceptionally dark.

He was unsure of what scheme Song Wuji was plotting.

"Wuji, today is my birthday banquet, could you please let the guests in first?" Song Guolong cautiously asked.

"Uncle Guolong, did you go to Binhai a few days ago?" Song Wuji didn’t answer Song Guolong’s question but instead found a chair and sat down.

Song Guolong also intended to sit, but the chair beneath him was suddenly pulled away by a middle-aged man behind him.

Song Guolong frowned, quite displeased.

However, Song Wuji showed no reaction and just continued to smile, standing his ground as if Song Guolong wasn’t even allowed to sit in his presence.

"Wuji, I am your elder after all. If people outside see this, I will be laughed at. It’s not important if I’m laughed at, but our Song Family..."

"Uncle Guolong," Song Wuji interrupted him, "didn’t you hear my question?"

"Yes, I did go there," Song Guolong angrily replied.

"Then do you know that just a few days ago, our Song Family had a major incident, our family treasure... was lost," Song Wuji slowly said.

Song Guolong was shocked.

A treasure?

His mind filled with question marks.

"What treasure?"

"Uncle Guolong, don’t joke around, what else could be called a treasure by the Song Family?" Song Wuji retorted unhurriedly.

Instantly, Song Guolong’s complexion changed.

Something that could be called a treasure by the Song Family.

Since his grandfather’s generation, there had only been one.

The Cold Blade!

One of Huaxia’s seven Spiritual Artifacts!

"Wuji, what do you mean?" Song Guolong, suddenly felt enveloped by a conspiracy, "Are you saying I stole it? How could I, Wuji, I never had the chance to get near it!"

The Cold Blade was lost.

This was a huge matter.

An enormously huge matter!

If it truly was stolen, the thief could be killed a thousand times, ten thousand times!

He couldn’t bear such a crime.

"Hmm, of course I know it wasn’t you, you never had the chance to get close to it," Song Wuji said with a smile.

Hearing this, Song Guolong was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when Song Wuji then said, "The person who stole it was my grandfather’s servant, Song Decai."

"Uncle Guolong, you’re quite familiar with him, right?"

Abruptly, Song Guolong’s body stiffened.

His hands began to tremble.

"A week ago, Song Decai’s bank account suddenly increased by fifty million, the source of that money is something you know very well, right Uncle Guolong?"

"I..."

"Uncle Guolong, although Song Decai was found, the family treasure wasn’t recovered, and not only was the treasure not recovered, but Song Decai also died," Song Wuji stared meaningfully at Song Guolong, "A person dying doesn’t matter, but the treasure does."

Song Guolong hastened to explain, "Wuji, believe me, it definitely wasn’t me, I wouldn’t dare to steal anything from home, that fifty million was just for him to say a few good words about me to the Family Head, you know..."

"Stop!"

Song Wuji once again interrupted Song Guolong’s speech: "Uncle Guolong, Grandfather has handed this matter to me to handle, whether you dare to steal it or not doesn’t matter, whether it was you who stole it doesn’t matter, what’s important is, if I say you are involved in this matter, then you are involved, understand?"

Song Guolong was stunned.

Just then, it was as if a light bulb went off in his mind.

He suddenly understood the underlying trick.

Song Decai was Song Wuji’s grandfather’s favorite, and thus the contemporary Family Head’s right-hand man, and many members of the Song Family, like Song Guolong, who were not favored, were abundant.

Thus, over the years, Song Decai had been profiting from his favored status without restraint.

That guy was insatiable.

Within a week, those who wired him money definitely weren’t limited to Song Guolong alone.

Song Wuji understood this more clearly; Song Guolong wouldn’t dream of laying hands on the Cold Blade.

But, the former still came knocking on his door.

"Sigh..." Song Wuji sighed, "Uncle Guolong, although we seldom interact, but you know, my grandfather is the Family Head, and with the Cold Blade gone, he bears the greatest responsibility, he even alarmed the Elders."

"The Elders almost killed my grandfather – this can’t happen, I must clear his name, you understand?"

"Wuji, what exactly do you want?" The moment Song Guolong understood, he knew Song Wuji had ulterior motives.

"Here’s a contract, just sign it, and after you sign it, the issue with the Cold Blade will have nothing to do with you."

Behind him, a middle-aged man retrieved a very thick contract, about five centimeters thick, from a briefcase.

Everything was in control and as expected, Song Wuji smiled, "Just sign a few words, hmm, then I won’t disturb you, and you can continue hosting your banquet."

"That’s impossible." Taking the contract and scanning it briefly, Song Guolong’s face immediately changed to a deep red, as if he were drunk, and he threw the contract onto the table, "Song Wuji, you are forcing me to a dead end!"

"That’s right." Song Wuji said nonchalantly, "I am indeed forcing you to a dead end, but if you don’t sign, your whole family will die."

"Think about your eight-year-old son, hey, you wouldn’t think people didn’t know he existed, right?"

As he spoke, Song Wuji waved his hand, and the middle-aged man behind him took out a cellphone, opened a video.

"Come on, Qiuqiu, let uncle record a video for you, to send to your dad, share your happiness with him."

The voice of the person recording the video rang out, then the screen shifted, showing an eight-year-old boy who happily said, "Daddy, today this uncle took me to Disney, it’s so fun here, I’m waiting for you, when will you come?"

The child in the video bore a resemblance to Song Guolong, lively and adorable, with sparkling eyes.

But, in just an instant, the screen went black.

"What do you think, Uncle Guolong, this is your only hidden child, also studying abroad, it took me a lot of effort to find him."

[There will be another Chapter later, but it’s a bit late, you can read it tomorrow]

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