At the grand entrance of Sima Boyong's residence.
Sima Boyong, clad in a black robe, stood personally at the gate. Sima Xuanyu and Zhu Yangyu, along with Wei Ping, were positioned to his sides. Two familiar faces were also present: Duan Feilong, the traitor from the Wudang Sect who had attempted to assassinate Wan Yunting in the dead of night, and Lin Yidao, who had brazenly tried to assassinate Wan Yunting on Sword Cliff.
Although these two had joined forces privately to assassinate Wan Yunting, they were both killers from the Assassin Corps of the Sky Eye Lord God Cult, and Sima Boyong was the founder of the Assassin Corps. Thus, with a little investigation, he had learned the entire process of Duan Feilong and Lin Yidao's previous assassination attempts on Wan Yunting.
What surprised Sima Boyong was that Duan Feilong and Lin Yidao were among the few powerhouses in the Assassin Corps whose martial arts had reached the Gang Jin realm, yet both of their attempts to assassinate Wan Yunting had failed.
Lin Yidao had spoken of Wan Yunting comprehending the sword dao inheritance left by the Wudang Sword Dao Ancestor on Wudang Sect's Sword Cliff. Although his martial arts had not yet reached Gang Jin, he could withstand Sima Boyong's assassination attempts while in the late stage of Dan Jin.
Sima Boyong was extremely astonished by this, recalling his encounter with Wan Yunting during the grand ceremony of worshipping ancestors at the Boundless Daoist Temple. At that time, Wan Yunting was merely in the early stage of the Dan Jin realm in martial arts.
In just a few short months, he had already crossed two stages to reach the late stage of Dan Jin. Such an exaggerated martial talent was simply monstrous.
Therefore, Sima Boyong utilized the Korean Medical Association's traditional medical arts exchange conference to have Vice Chairman Kim Jae-won specially travel to Huaxia to personally invite Wan Yunting to attend as a representative in Country H.
Sima Boyong knew clearly that he had to obtain the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate from Wan Yunting and simultaneously eliminate this young man, otherwise, keeping him would eventually lead to disaster!
Following this, a motorcade of several luxurious Rolls-Royces slowly approached and came to a halt before Sima Boyong and his entourage. The doors of five Rolls-Royces opened, and bodyguards dressed in uniform black suits opened the rear door of the middle car, ushering out a middle-aged man dressed casually. He had thick, jet-black hair slicked back to a glossy sheen, and a diamond-shaped face that immediately gave the impression of cunning.
With eyes narrowed, flickering with shrewdness and cunning, the man of medium build alighted, wearing a placid smile. He walked towards Sima Boyong, who stood at the gate, and said with a smile, "Greetings, Left Cult Master, long time no see."
Sima Boyong, leaning on his cane, stepped forward, his old face creased in a smile, and nodded, saying, "Welcome, Right Cult Master, to my humble abode. You honor this humble dwelling."
Che Tai Min waved his hand, politely smiling, and said, "Left Cult Master, upon your return to Country H, I should have paid you a visit. But as you know, Left Cult Master, I am usually very busy managing the cult, and I haven't had the time. I apologize for visiting only today, and I hope for your understanding."
"Ah, there's no need for such words, Right Cult Master…"
Sima Boyong waved his hand, indicating there was no need to be polite. He looked at Che Tai Min's triangular eyes, narrowed in a smile, and said, "I know how busy you are with the cult, Right Cult Master, so I haven't visited you either. Today, I've invited you over for tea and a chat."
"That would be great."
Che Tai Min nodded and smiled, "I haven't had your famous Huaxia tea in a long time. Left Cult Master, please don't be stingy."
"Haha, please…"
Sima Boyong laughed heartily and gestured for him to proceed. Che Tai Min nodded, smiling, and didn't stand on ceremony. He then took the lead, stepping through the gate of the courtyard…
This scene caused Sima Xuanyu and Zhu Yangyu's expressions to turn extremely unpleasant. Sima Boyong's old face, in a way imperceptible to others, also turned grim, and a fierce glint appeared in the corners of his eyes. He snorted coldly in his heart before stepping forward to follow…
Che Tai Min glanced at Duan Feilong and Lin Yidao standing at the gate on either side. However, he didn't bring many people today, and his bodyguards remained outside the gate. Only two assistants followed him in. But Che Tai Min was confident that Sima Boyong would not dare to openly do anything to him.
This was why he dared to walk straight into Sima Boyong's residence, speaking pleasantries with him on the surface, and arrived at the tea pavilion on the east side of the courtyard. Zhu Yangyu, Wei Ping, Lin Yidao, and Duan Feilong could only stand around the tea pavilion, while Sima Xuanyu personally accompanied his grandfather, leading Che Tai Min and his two assistants into the tea pavilion.
Two attractive servants brought the freshly brewed tea. Sima Xuanyu held the teapot and poured hot tea into the cups before Che Tai Min. Sima Boyong smiled and said, "Right Cult Master, please. This is a precious Pu-erh tea I brought from Huaxia. Try it and tell me what you think."
"Alright."
Che Tai Min did not stand on ceremony. He picked up the teacup, sniffed it as if for show, and then took a sip. He looked up at Sima Boyong, put down the teacup, and shook his head, laughing, "I still can't quite appreciate the taste of your Huaxia tea."
"Heh heh…"
Sima Boyong smiled, picked up his teacup, and took a small sip, saying, "The tea ceremony is a treasure of Huaxia culture. It's normal for Right Cult Master not to appreciate it!"
Che Tai Min raised his right hand, and an assistant standing beside him lit a cigar and placed it between his index and middle fingers. He fixed his gaze on Sima Boyong, took a puff of the cigar, and slowly exhaled the smoke, smiling and saying, "Are you, Left Cult Master, implying with your words that our Country H's culture is inferior to your Huaxia culture?"
Sima Boyong leisurely spun two precious beads in his left hand, his triangular eyes meeting Che Tai Min's gaze, and he smiled, "On this point, Right Cult Master must concede!"
Che Tai Min nodded and smiled, "It's a pity that after decades in Huaxia, Left Cult Master has gained nothing and was forced to flee to our Country H. Left Cult Master, you must admit this as well, right?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Sima Xuanyu, standing to Sima Boyong's left, his eyes darkened.
Che Tai Min looked up at him askance and smiled, "Xuanyu, you've been developing well here over the years, especially your Assassin Corps, which has brought considerable revenue to our Sky Eye Lord God Cult, becoming a renowned killer organization on the global underground assassin dark web."
"If I'm not mistaken, those two are experts from your Assassin Corps, aren't they?"
Che Tai Min's gaze swept over Duan Feilong and Lin Yidao standing in the distance behind Sima Boyong. Che Tai Min's gaze returned to Sima Boyong, and he smiled, "To use a Huaxia saying, Left Cult Master, are you setting a Hongmen Banquet for me today?"
Sima Boyong's old face smiled, his triangular eyes narrowed as he stared at Che Tai Min, saying, "Where are you going with that, Right Cult Master? Even if I wanted to make a move against you, I wouldn't be so blatant!"
"Heh heh…"
The old man's directness made Che Tai Min chuckle, and he said, "Since Left Cult Master is so frank, let's speak openly."
Sima Boyong smiled, paused, and then said, "I heard that your son met Wan Yunting last night. It seems you are also after the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate!"
Che Tai Min smiled, "Haven't you, Left Cult Master, been in Huaxia for decades precisely to obtain the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate to offer to the Lord God?"
Sima Boyong wore a smirk, his triangular eyes narrowed as he stared directly at Che Tai Min, smiling, "How about this, we take down Wan Yunting together and offer him to the Lord God, what do you say?"
Che Tai Min's shrewd and cunning eyes gazed at Sima Boyong's triangular eyes. He paused after taking a puff of his cigar for a moment before smiling, "Left Cult Master, you wouldn't be planning to cooperate with me to take down Wan Yunting, and then have your Assassin Corps killers assassinate me, so you can claim the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate for yourself to offer to the Lord God, would you?"
"Heh heh."
Sima Boyong laughed, "I would think so, but Right Cult Master, you don't give me the opportunity!"
"Hahaha…"
These words made Che Tai Min laugh twice, and he tapped Sima Boyong in mid-air with his cigar-holding hand, laughing, "Left Cult Master, you should also know that within the cult, I, Che Tai Min, am the one who calls the shots. If, if I, Che Tai Min, were to die, do you think you alone could suppress everyone in the cult?"
Sima Boyong leaned back in his chair, his old face creased in a smile, saying, "If you don't try, how will you know?"
"It's a pity, I won't give you that chance!"
Che Tai Min's smile changed, his shrewd eyes staring directly at Sima Boyong, he sneered.
For a moment, their gazes clashed, and the atmosphere in the tea pavilion became tense, causing Sima Xuanyu and Che Tai Min's two assistants to become nervous. Simultaneously, one assistant on the right held a remote control device in his left hand behind him!
Within a kilometer of Sima Boyong's residence, two helicopters were prepared. As soon as Che Tai Min gave the order, the two helicopters would immediately fly over to provide support!
They continued to face each other for a minute. Sima Boyong then smiled and said, "How about it, Right Cult Master? Let's take down Wan Yunting together and offer him to the Lord God. Let's not claim all the credit for ourselves, shall we?"
Che Tai Min, who had taken a step back, nodded, took a puff of his cigar, and smiled, "That seems like a good idea."
Sima Boyong smiled, "The Lord God desires the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate. From now on, you and I will mind our own business. You will be responsible for cult affairs, and I will be responsible for the Assassin Corps. We will coexist peacefully and serve the Lord God!"
Che Tai Min smiled, "Alright, we will serve the Lord God!"
Saying this, the two stood up and shook hands. Che Tai Min smiled, "I have already arranged to meet that Wan Yunting tonight. I will make the arrangements then!"
Sima Boyong also escorted him out, nodding and smiling, "Then I'll send people from the Assassin Corps to assist you!"
Che Tai Min's eyes narrowed, and he glanced at him sideways, nodding with a smile before saying nothing more.
After Che Tai Min left the gate of the residence and turned back to nod at Sima Boyong, who was seeing him off, he got into the car without another word. Instantly, Che Tai Min's smiling expression vanished, replaced by a deep gloom…
Sima Boyong's triangular eyes were narrowed. After watching Che Tai Min's motorcade depart, his old face instantly lost its smile, and he couldn't help but snort coldly, "What a smiling tiger. He's quite the calculating one!"
Zhu Yangyu, standing beside him, breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Our people discovered two armed helicopters by the lake about a kilometer away just now. It seems Che Tai Min had them prepared!"
Sima Boyong's triangular eyes were dark and fierce, and he said coldly, "This smiling tiger is not easy to deal with. Tonight, we must dispatch all members of the Assassin Corps!"
Sima Xuanyu and Zhu Yangyu nodded and immediately went to inform all members of the Assassin Corps to begin preparations…
In the departing car, Che Tai Min's eyes were sharp and sinister. He took a puff of his cigar and snorted coldly, "This old fox wants to be the mantis behind the cicada, dreaming!"
"Tell everyone to be ready and await my command!"
"Understood."
The assistant in the co-pilot's seat nodded and took out his phone to call the cult's loyal followers to prepare…