CHAPTER 321: CHAPTER 321: THE HIDDEN SECRET OF THE SHEN FAMILY (3)_1

"I know," Shen Cheng nodded, gently tapping the soil, not leaving even a single spot untouched.

"Grandfather, what is Zhuge Ao’s identity?"

"He is my junior fellow disciple and also the Sect Leader of the Inferno Sect. On the surface, he appears to be like me—expelled from the Zhuge Family. However, he has established such a great enterprise in the secular world, providing a continuous flow of wealth to the Zhuge Family. Therefore, the Zhuge Family won’t let go of the Inferno Sect. Even if that girl took control of the Inferno Sect, the Zhuge Family would target her when they next appear. By then, there might be great changes in Beijing."

Shen Po spoke gravely, "During this period, you’d best not cause any more trouble. I will deal with those who are after your life. You should focus on bringing greater glory to the Shen Family and live a good life with Wanqian. As for other matters, you need not concern yourself." As Shen Po spoke, he waved his hands overhead, and a shower of dirt fell.

"Hmph, that bitch Wanqian." At the mention of Wanqian, Shen Cheng’s suppressed anger surged once again.

Shangguan You, in the space, surveyed the secret chamber, a stream of doubts rising in her heart. She had lived for over twenty years and never known such a large secret chamber existed beneath the ground—what secrets did it hold?

The people of the Zhuge Family... it would be interesting to meet them and see who is stronger. Since the Inferno Sect has come into my hands, I have no intention of ever letting it go.

No matter who it is, they will never be able to take back anything I’ve acquired.

After fooling around in the space for a while, Shangguan You put on a black coat, stuck on a white beard, and completely concealed her face. Her body then swiftly emerged from the space.

"HAHAHA." Shangguan You laughed loudly, startling Shen Cheng and Shen Po. They hadn’t expected to encounter this old man here again.

"Senior certainly has great skills to be able to find this place," Shen Po said, shielding Shen Cheng behind him and eyeing the black-clad Shangguan You warily.

"Humph, what a waste of words. If you all can find it, why can’t I?" Shangguan You scoffed. Her hands lifted, and the pale blue Water Element formed into a throne, reappearing behind her. She sat down steadily in mid-air. Her ancient voice once again reached their ears, "Tell me, where did that lad Zhuge Yang go? He didn’t get scared and run away, did he?"

"Senior jests. My master has already returned to the main family estate."

"That old man was willing to leave?"

"Senior should know the rules. Their stay in the secular world is very short."

"Humph, gone to call for reinforcements," Shangguan You said coldly. Originally, she had planned to cast the Truth Curse to make Shen Po confess everything he knew. But if it failed, just like with that freak Ye Three, and proved useless, her own identity might be revealed. Shangguan You really wanted to ask, but she had to suppress the urge in her heart.

If she asked, her connection with Zhuge Feng would definitely be investigated. Then, if a few more experts like Zhuge Yang came after her, it would become even more troublesome.

The tallest building in Beijing was the Ye Family headquarters.

On the top floor of the Ye Family headquarters, Ye Three lay lazily on a huge sofa. He was clad in a black suit and a black shirt, its collar open wide, revealing his muscular chest. His deep-set eyes were slightly narrowed, and his long, elegant hand held a glass of red wine, which he sipped, savoring its lingering taste.

Standing beside him were the icy Ye An, the Ye Family’s Second Young Master, and Ye Ying.

A flash of icy murderous intent flickered in Ye Three’s profound gaze as he coldly surveyed Ye An and Ye Ying. Although it was just a quick glance, it sent shivers down both Ye An’s and Ye Ying’s spines.

"Young Master," Ye Ying and Ye An knelt on the ground, bowing their heads, respectfully awaiting the Young Master’s punishment.

"Whose idea was this?" Ye Three gently swirled the red wine with two fingers, his cold gaze bypassing the two and fixing on Ye An, his nominal older brother.

"Little brother, this is the clan’s will. I am just carrying out orders." Ye An’s icy eyes warmed slightly with a touch of softness as he looked at the formidable presence of his younger brother.

"The clan’s will? To kill a savior of the Ye Family? Since when has the Ye Family become so shameless?" Ye Three’s lips curled sarcastically. With a wave of his hand, a powerful surge of Spiritual Energy enveloped Ye Ying.

"Young Master, I admit my mistake." Ye Ying spat out a mouthful of blood, still kneeling on the ground.

"I do not keep traitors who bite the hand that feeds them. Get out and return to the clan!" Ye Three elegantly swirled his red wine as another wave of murderous intent swept towards Ye Ying.

"Young Master, I won’t dare again," Ye Ying pleaded.

"Drag him out and strip him of his Ye Family name. He doesn’t deserve to bear the Ye surname!" Ye Three said, a murderous glint flashing in his profound eyes. Following his command, two figures in black appeared out of nowhere and dragged Ye Ying away.

"Little brother, though Ye Ying is your man, he is also a member of the Ye Family. He has no power to resist any of the clan’s decisions," Ye An implored.

"My men only have one master, and that is me!" Ye Three retorted, downing the red wine in one gulp. His voice was cold, and his piercing gaze swept over Ye An once more.

"The Young Master will always be Ye An’s master." Ye An saluted Ye Three before rising from the ground. The Young Master’s men must always be as arrogant as the Young Master himself; they would kneel to no one but him.

Ye Three was a born ruler, and those who followed him also stood at the pinnacle of arrogance.

"Little brother, if the clan cannot tolerate that girl, it won’t just be me; others will come after her too," Ye An remarked, looking at his brazen younger brother. He had never fully understood this younger sibling of his. Ye Three was insolent and dismissive to everyone, yet he, along with all the clan members, felt this was exactly how he should be. Only such brazenness befitted the title of Ye Three.

"Hmph, no one may touch my woman," Ye Three declared. "If those old geezers are so eager for me to find a Young Madam, then that girl shall be the one." A slight smile graced Ye Three’s lips as he remembered their kiss from earlier that day, the smirk on his lips deepening.