**Chapter 903: The Young Master of Scarlet Blossom**
Given Yan Shouyi's temperament, he wasn't one to pick fights with fellow folk sect inheritors.
But this time, the other side had already come knocking at their doorstep. If Yan Shouyi didn’t retaliate, wouldn’t it disappoint everyone who was worried?
The moment Yan Shouyi made his decision, the group’s eyes lit up with fighting spirit.
*This* was what the Folk Culture Research Association should be like!
A Gong and Zhao Yiyao immediately got to work.
Tracking down the identities and whereabouts of their enemies wasn’t difficult—the simplest method was checking surveillance footage.
With the Lin family’s influence in Rongcheng and Yan Shouyi’s connections with Xia Zhi, tracing the culprits through cameras would be a breeze.
But A Gong and Zhao Yiyao had even simpler methods—like sending out paper scouts or having Huang Sipi track them by scent.
Not far away, Zhuge Lian, who had been watching the drama unfold, curled her lips into a smirk.
It seemed the Research Association was ready to tear off all pretenses with the Scarlet Blossom Society. That meant a good show was about to begin!
Zhuge Lian *loved* a spectacle.
Seeing Yan Shouyi and the others head back inside, Zhuge Ji couldn’t help but ask, "Sis, should we go in too?"
"Not yet," Zhuge Lian chuckled. "Let’s see how this plays out first. I’m curious how things will escalate. I’ve heard of the Scarlet Blossom Society—they’re no small-time group either."
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### **Meanwhile…**
At the highest floor of Rongcheng’s Financial Tower, inside an extravagant restaurant…
A young man in a floral-patterned shirt, sunglasses perched on the back of his head, was leisurely savoring the restaurant’s most expensive caviar.
Sitting across from him was a delicate-looking girl, no older than sixteen or seventeen, with large, doe-like eyes and an expression of timid vulnerability.
But the young man in the floral shirt didn’t seem the type to cherish tender beauty.
As he enjoyed his caviar, his gaze met the girl’s fearful eyes. His face darkened instantly.
Without warning, he grabbed a fork from the table and *stabbed* it straight through the back of the girl’s hand, pinning it to the table!
*Thunk!*
Strangely, no blood spilled from the wound.
The girl merely frowned, as if she felt no pain.
"That look on your face disgusts me," the young man sneered. "I’d *love* to skin you alive."
Then, just as abruptly, he smiled again, pulling the fork out of her hand. "But the Gu inside you is far too valuable. So I won’t kill you… yet."
The girl took a deep breath and closed her eyes in resignation.
A miraculous sight followed—her wound healed at an unnatural speed. In the blink of an eye, not even a scar remained.
When she lifted her hand, only four small puncture holes were left on the pristine tablecloth.
Just then, two burly men entered the restaurant. Without hesitation, they strode straight toward the floral-shirted young man—after all, theirs was the only occupied table.
"Young Master," one of the men reported in a low voice, "we’ve intercepted that coffin-bearer surnamed Guan."
The young man nodded. "And?"
The other man grinned coldly. "We beat him half to death and dumped him right at the doorstep of the Folk Culture Research Association. The new recruits there were *terrified*."
"Well done."
The young man—Wu Tianfeng, heir of the Scarlet Blossom Society—walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing down at the bustling city below as if he could already picture Yan Shouyi’s horrified expression.
Hailing from Chongqing, the Scarlet Blossom Society was a force to be reckoned with among folk sects nationwide.
Their membership numbered over two hundred, each one a master of their craft—not some two-bit frauds peddling cheap tricks for money.
Even the orthodox sects in Chongqing knew better than to cross them.
But recently, Wu Tianfeng had caught wind of a newly established Folk Culture Research Association in Rongcheng, actively recruiting members.
To his fury, some of his own people had begun eyeing the Research Association with interest.
As the heir—soon to take full control of the Scarlet Blossom Society—Wu Tianfeng was a petty, vindictive man who would *never* tolerate deserters.
After some digging, he identified those considering defection and made his move before they could act.
The coffin-bearer surnamed Guan was just the first example.
Beating him to a pulp and dumping him at the Research Association’s doorstep served two purposes:
1. **Warning his own people:** *This is what happens to traitors.*
2. **Humiliating the Research Association:** *You’re not as untouchable as you think.*
Wu Tianfeng smirked. "Yan Shouyi… you’re quite something. A folk sect inheritor cozying up to the orthodox sects—marrying the Lüshan Sect’s leader, nearly becoming the Longhu Mountain Heavenly Master… *impressive*."
His expression twisted into a sneer. "Too bad for you, *I’m* the real rising star among our generation. Those accolades *should’ve* been mine. But you stole them."
"This trip to Rongcheng… let’s see how long you last. I’ll show you who *really* calls the shots in the folk sects. You don’t get to barge in like some stray mutt!"
The two bodyguards listened to their Young Master’s monologue without batting an eye.
This was just how Wu Tianfeng was—arrogant, self-absorbed, and utterly intolerant of rivals.
Only the girl, Tian Jue’er, showed a flicker of deep disgust in her eyes.
She was a member of the Miaojiang Gu Tribe.
Three years ago, as a gesture of goodwill between the Gu Tribe and the Scarlet Blossom Society, she had been *gifted* to Wu Tianfeng.
Not as a child bride—but as a *vessel*.
The Gu inside her fed on her life force as she grew.
Once she reached adulthood, the Gu would mature. Whoever took her as a wife and consummated the union would absorb all the life force the Gu had stored over the years.
The result? A massive surge in power—even *reversed aging*.
As for Tian Jue’er?
She would wither and die, becoming little more than a tomb for the Gu.
This barbaric practice had long been banned among other Gu-raising sects. But the secluded Miaojiang Tribe, cut off from modern society, still clung to such cruel traditions.
For years, Tian Jue’er had endured Wu Tianfeng’s abuse.
A narcissistic sadist, he kept her close solely because of her rapid healing.
Whenever displeased, he took his rage out on her—beating her, slashing her with knives, even *snapping her neck* multiple times.
The good news? She survived every time.
The bad news? She had no idea how much longer this torment would last.
As Wu Tianfeng often taunted:
*"I don’t lack women. I don’t lack power. I’ll keep you around until I grow old… then drain your life to reclaim my youth!"*