Chapter 75: Aristocratic Clans

This unknown call made Cang Luo furious.

From the tone of the voice and his knowledge of his own transmigration and the Body-Annihilating Art, the caller was certainly no ordinary person on Earth—undoubtedly wealthy and powerful.

Could an ordinary person produce one hundred million U.S. dollars?

Could an ordinary person steal data from Fenglin Huoshan?

If this person had existed before his transmigration, Cang Luo asked himself, he might never have encountered them in his lifetime—they were beings to look up to, capable of crushing him effortlessly.

All Cang Luo could do was wait to die—even shaking a bell for help would be useless...

But now!

I’ve transmigrated! I’ve transmigrated to the Yuanwu Continent, to a world of cultivation!

And I’ve become a martial artist, a superhuman who can punch a car to rubble!

How dare you, a mere mortal, threaten me?

Cang Luo laughed aloud: “I don’t even fear the deputy director of Fenglin Huoshan—who the hell are you to call yourself ‘this young master’? Do you think I won’t punch your head off?”

“And you want to buy the Body-Annihilating Art for one hundred million U.S. dollars? Do you think I’ve never seen money? I can easily get hundreds of millions right now...”

Honestly, since becoming a martial artist, money on Earth meant nothing to Cang Luo—at least until the two worlds reconnect.

Before the caller could speak, Cang Luo continued cursing: “You coward who dares not show your face—dare to reveal your identity! With your arrogance, I’ll make you regret transmigrating if I don’t destroy you!”

After Cang Luo finished speaking, the caller remained silent for a full half-minute before speaking again, his previously raspy electronic voice now deeper.

The caller chuckled softly: “So you truly possess the first layer of the Body-Annihilating Art?”

Cang Luo froze, saying nothing.

The caller continued: “Are you certain you won’t hand it over?”

“Hand it to you? Fuck you!” Cang Luo roared.

The caller remained unfazed and laughed again: “You refuse the wine, so you’ll drink the punishment. I won’t say more—but don’t regret it. When the two worlds reconnect next year, that will be your death date.”

“And don’t think I can’t touch you just because you’re not on Earth—I have countless ways.”

Fuck! Still threatening me?

Cang Luo snarled: “Don’t think I can’t reach you just because I’m on the Yuanwu Continent!”

“Hahaha...” A low, chilling laugh came through the phone, as if Cang Luo had said something absurd.

After the laugh, the caller sneered: “Then I’ll wait and see... By the way, let me tell you something—the deputy director of Fenglin Huoshan, whom you consider powerful, means nothing to me...”

Before Cang Luo could respond, the caller hung up.

Cang Luo’s face stiffened. He solemnly put away his phone. The caller knew his situation inside out and held the deputy director of Fenglin Huoshan in contempt.

This meant the caller was not only skilled but also of extraordinary status—either noble or exalted.

Cang Luo suddenly felt immense pressure.

But no matter who the caller was, no matter how great his wealth or power, Cang Luo was on the Yuanwu Continent—he had nothing to fear. Even if he returned to Earth...

“When the two worlds reconnect, returning to Earth will be my death date?”

Cang Luo murmured to himself, recalling the text message—identical in wording. Was it the same person?

Thinking of the message’s content, Cang Luo sank into deep despair.

When the two worlds reconnect, the Xuantian Sect will reach Earth. Once they learn of cell phones, they’ll surely deduce that I sent intelligence to Earth...

Then they’ll kill me without mercy!

Cang Luo shook his head hard, forcing himself to snap out of it and stop thinking about the future.

Right now, he must deal with this unknown call.

He wasn’t afraid of the caller on the Yuanwu Continent—but his family on Earth were in danger. From the caller’s tone, he’d likely target Cang Luo’s family to force him to surrender the Body-Annihilating Art.

Previously, Cang Luo had pressured Fenglin Huoshan to free his family from their “detention,” and now they were protected by members of the World Meeting WeChat group.

But Cang Luo still wasn’t reassured. He decided to call Li Weiguo and ask him to assign extra covert twenty-four-hour protection—and to investigate the identity of the unknown caller.

Cang Luo trusted Li Weiguo.

The call connected, and Li Weiguo’s low voice came through—he was eating lunch, and said casually: “Little Cang, how’s the food on the Yuanwu Continent?”

“Hmph!”

Cang Luo was in a foul mood and had no patience for pleasantries. He snapped coldly: “Are you all eating shit at Fenglin Huoshan?”

“Cough! Cough! Cough...”

Li Weiguo choked violently—he’d just swallowed a bite, and Cang Luo’s greeting nearly made him spit it out.

What the hell has this kid got so angry about?

Did I offend him? Or did someone from Fenglin Huoshan?

Impossible—you’re the transmigrant!

Who would dare provoke you?

Even Deputy Director Chen Da got fired for it...

Li Weiguo wanted to fly into a rage—how dare a fresh-out-of-college kid point at him and accuse him of eating shit?

How could he not be furious?

But he couldn’t get angry.

This kid was a thousand times more precious than a giant panda—Earth’s only one. He had to be pampered, coddled.

Li Weiguo drank some tea to calm down, then forced a smile: “Little Cang, what happened? Did Fenglin Huoshan fail to cooperate with you?”

“Tell me who it is—I’ll fire them immediately.”

“Hmph!”

Cang Luo snorted again, then said: “Check my call recording from a few minutes ago.

I’m warning you—if my family suffers harm, I’ll use every means possible to make the Xuantian Sect teleport their portal to another country.”

He added solemnly: “Send people to covertly guard my family around the clock!”

Without waiting for Li Weiguo’s reply, Cang Luo hung up.

Outside, Gan Lei was calling him—the guild meeting was about to begin.

In the Fenglin Huoshan Director’s office.

Li Weiguo stared blankly at the disconnected phone, then hurled his teacup to the floor with his left hand—green porcelain shards scattered everywhere.

“Son of a bitch! Who the hell is threatening Cang Luo’s family again?”

Li Weiguo flew into a rage, stormed out of his office, and rushed to the Fenglin Huoshan headquarters command room, roaring: “Immediately pull Cang Luo’s call logs—play them now!”

“Yes!”

The staff monitoring Cang Luo’s phone went pale and frantically typed on their keyboards.

Did I mess up?

Or did that bastard Cang Luo threaten Director Li again?

After fifteen seconds, Cang Luo’s call log and recording were pulled up and began playing. All Fenglin Huoshan personnel fell silent, straining to hear—what could have made Director Li so furious?

After a few seconds of dial tone, a raspy electronic voice came through the speakers.

“Cang Luo... hand over the first layer of the Body-Annihilating Art... this young master has countless methods... the deputy director of Fenglin Huoshan means nothing to me...”

“...”

The recording stopped after this latest call—no need to play further.

In that moment, the room fell deathly silent. Everyone knew what this recording implied.

Intelligence had been stolen!

Was there a mole in Fenglin Huoshan?

Or had an enemy infiltrated?

Everyone glanced at each other, all wearing innocent expressions—as if to say, “It wasn’t me.”

Fenglin Huoshan was one of China’s most vital departments—every employee’s ancestry for eighteen generations had been thoroughly vetted. There should be no problem.

Yet the intelligence had been leaked.

After listening, Li Weiguo’s eyes flashed coldly as he scanned the room, searching for the traitor.

After a long silence, he growled: “Where is the Inspection Team?!”

“Director Li.”

Zhu Ge Qing stood up—she was a staff officer in Fenglin Huoshan’s Comprehensive Logistics Group and also the head of the Inspection Team.

Li Weiguo ordered: “I give you twenty-four hours to find the source of the leak!”

After speaking, Li Weiguo hurriedly left the command room.

In truth, he already had a suspect—the caller kept calling himself “this young master” and showed utter contempt for Fenglin Huoshan’s deputy director.

Extremely arrogant!

He guessed, with near certainty, it was some scion of a wealthy aristocratic family.

These aristocratic families, even the smallest, had endured for centuries, with influence in every industry—their depth and power were terrifying!

Li Weiguo sighed inwardly.

Cang Luo—innocent himself, yet guilty for possessing something valuable.

Don’t return to Earth—you’ll be destroyed by those young masters sooner or later...