Chapter 1618: The Secret of the Huang Family

"Stop making excuses for your incompetence; he is, after all, just one person." Huang Jinguo snorted: "Could it be that he has three heads and six arms..."

"In a sense, he does have three heads and six arms." Huang Hong carefully observed his father's expression, then said with some helplessness: "Even the Santai Association fears him. He has a very close relationship with the Dusong Society, and he is even an honored guest of theirs."

"What did you say? He has a very close relationship with the Dusong Society?" Hearing his son say this, Huang Jinguo was slightly stunned, and then his gaze became profound: "This is a bit interesting. Someone who can be treated as an honored guest by the Dusong Society is definitely not an ordinary person."

"Yes, I heard... he is a Dharma Cultivator." Huang Hong gritted his teeth and carefully revealed Chen Yu's identity.

"He is a Dharma Cultivator, seriously?" Huang Jinguo suddenly opened his eyes: "Is it true?"

"I am still investigating the specific situation, but it is basically certain; otherwise, he could not be so overbearing in Fusang." Huang Hong said hurriedly: "If he is a Dharma Cultivator, Father... how should we respond?"

"Chimei Daoren is a Dharma Cultivator, but he specializes in the Alchemy and Cauldron Technique." Huang Jinguo gritted his teeth and said: "Go and investigate immediately. Find out his background and see if there are any conflicts of interest between him and us."

"If we have common interests, we will try our best to win him over. If his ideas are contrary to ours, then... eliminate him."

"Father, he is a Dharma Cultivator after all. Eliminating him... I'm afraid it will be a bit difficult." Huang Hong said with some fear.

Although he had not witnessed Chen Yu's methods, he also knew how powerful Dharma Cultivators were.

"Heh, don't worry. We have Chimei Zhenren here. I don't believe Chen Yu is more powerful than Chimei Zhenren." Huang Jinguo snorted coldly: "Go ahead and do it. If anything happens, report back to me immediately."

"Alright, I'm going." Huang Hong nodded. He stood up, turned around, and slowly left the place.

After watching his son leave, Huang Jinguo's expression suddenly sank: "A useless thing who ruins more than he accomplishes."

In a corner of the room, a figure suddenly stood up slowly.

That was a corner of the desk where the light was extremely dim; if one did not look carefully, no one could tell that a person was sitting there.

This was an old man dressed in a Daoist robe. The robe on his body was black-green and looked extremely dark. He turned around slowly, and the eyebrows between his eyes were slightly red.

Chimei Zhenren, a fangshi, usually liked the Alchemy and Cauldron Technique and had always wandered the world, using Evil Techniques to refine medicine.

But in recent years, he had stayed in Fusang. The reason was none other than that Fusang was a place where Spiritual Energy was chaotic and there were many monsters. For someone like him, the more chaotic the place, the more he liked it.

"Don't complain about your son; perhaps he won't live for another three months." Chimei Zhenren said leisurely: "This is your legitimate son, after all."

"Heh, so what? I have several grandsons. My bloodline has been passed down anyway; as for the others, it doesn't matter." Huang Jinguo stood up. His body, which had looked frail a moment ago, suddenly changed at this moment.

He straightened his body, his eyes revealed a sharp light, and even the aura on his body was different, giving people a very vigorous feeling.

This guy had suffered a serious illness a few years ago, which almost cost him his old life, but fortunately, there was Chimei Daoren, so he survived.

Over the years, he had also been taking Chimei Daoren's medicine, so his spirit and energy were excellent, and his only pursuit now was longevity.

"Very good, you have great talent." Chimei Daoren's voice changed: "To achieve longevity, one must sever emotions and love, abandon all one's feelings, and pursue the supreme Great Dao; only then can one succeed. Do you understand?"

"I understand. So over these years, I have figured it out. What sons? What bloodline? These unfilial children think about my family property every day." Huang Jinguo sneered: "So whether they are alive or not is not a matter to us."

"Good, good. Based on this alone, I guarantee you can live to at least one hundred and thirty years old." Chimei Daoren nodded with satisfaction: "But if you want true immortality, there is still a long way to go."

"Tell me exactly what to do, and I will listen to you in everything." Huang Jinguo now had a near-paranoid trust in Chimei.

"Heh, don't be anxious, just follow my instructions." Chimei chuckled: "What is the background of this Dharma Cultivator you mentioned today?"

"We are still investigating his background." Huang Jinguo said through gritted teeth: "What exactly does this guy want to do?"

"No matter what, be cautious. Dharma Cultivators are not to be trifled with." Chimei looked at him deeply and said: "This is a person who can affect your future landscape, so no matter what, you must handle it carefully."

"I know, I definitely will. If the other party is a friend, then everything is easy to talk about." Huang Jinguo nodded: "But if the other party comes with ill intent..."

"You don't need to worry, I am here. Rest assured, I will handle this person for you." Chimei grinned, looking very proud: "After all, my cultivation over these years is not just for show. Heh, Dharma Cultivator? I have seen plenty of Dharma Cultivators, and several have died at my hands. I really don't mind adding one more."

"Good, with your words, I am relieved." Huang Jinguo couldn't help but laugh, and then he said through gritted teeth: "However, the position of president does provide us with a lot of convenience. If we lose this position, it will be very troublesome for us to do anything in the future."

"Give me the list of those qualified to be president, and I will kill them one by one." Chimei laughed: "Don't worry, it's a small matter."

"Good, with Chimei Daoren taking action, these things are actually not matters at all." Huang Jinguo laughed heartily, appearing to be in an excellent mood.

In Qishu's newly opened shop, a list was placed in front of Chen Yu, while Qishu stood respectfully to one side: "Mr. Chen, since you are unwilling to be the president of the Chinese Association, we can only change the person."

"The work at the Chinese Association is heavy. It's fine to have no one in charge for a day or two, but if it takes too long, it may cause some unnecessary trouble. This list contains the names of those qualified to be president. Please take a look."

"Why show me these? I'm not familiar with them." Chen Yu glanced at the list.

"This... your popularity is currently extremely high. Our compatriots in Chinatown are strongly recommending you to be the president. Even if you don't do it, this future candidate must be decided by you." Qishu said.