One person: He secluded himself for eighty years and cured Tian Jinzhong.

Chapter 22 Wang Ai's Scheme

Wang Ye's villa in Beijing.

The atmosphere in the restaurant was somewhat...unique.

"vomit--!"

Zhang Chulan covered his mouth, staring painfully at the bowl of grayish-green liquid in front of him, as if it contained arsenic.

"Old Wang... is this the 'authentic' Beijing breakfast you specially prepared for us?"

"Fermented mung bean juice with fried dough rings, so authentic!"

Wang Ye took a big slurp, looking thoroughly satisfied: "What? Can't get used to the taste? This is good for your stomach."

Beside him, Tian Jinzhong was drinking with great relish: "Mmm, this flavor is strong! It's a bit like the brine from the pickled vegetable vats that ferment for three months back in the mountains, it's invigorating!"

Zhang Zhiwei pushed up his sunglasses, picked up the bowl, took a small sip, his brows furrowed slightly and then relaxed: "It tastes a bit awful, but the aftertaste is alright."

Su Wuxian pushed the bowl away with a look of disgust and took a bite of the fried dough ring:

"Alright, Xiao Wang, stop with this weird stuff. Quickly tell the kitchen to make me a bowl of tofu pudding, savory, with lots of chili oil."

Just as they were eating, the butler rushed in, holding a large red invitation card with gold lettering, looking nervous.

"Young Master, several masters... someone has arrived outside, saying they are from the Wang family, and they brought this."

"The Wang family?"

Wang Ye put down his bowl, his face darkening.

This morning, I was scared away by Senior Su's "square dancing" invitation, and now he's sending out invitations?

Is this old bastard Wang Ai like a stubborn plaster?

Su Wuxian became interested and beckoned with his finger.

The gold-embossed invitation seemed to be drawn by an invisible thread, flying directly into his hand.

Upon opening it, I found several lines of text written in regular script, exuding an arrogant air of seniority:

[I am deeply honored to hear of the arrival of the Celestial Master and his entourage from the Celestial Master's Mansion in the capital. Tonight, I will host a banquet at the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, inviting the Ten Elders to join me in welcoming the Celestial Master and Fellow Daoist Su. I humbly request your presence to discuss important matters concerning the world of extraordinary beings. — Respectfully submitted by Wang Ai]

"Wow, the handwriting isn't great, but the presentation is quite impressive."

Su Wuxian casually tossed the invitation onto the table and scoffed:

"At the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, with the Ten Elders in attendance, we discussed important matters... Why does this phrase sound so familiar?"

"Isn't this just like the Feast at Hongmen?"

Zhang Chulan leaned closer for a peek, then shrank back. "Master, this Wang Ai is up to no good. The Ten Elders are accompanying us... Is he planning to use righteousness to pressure us? Or has he prepared a room full of executioners, ready to smash a cup as a signal?"

"Smashing a cup? Who's that?"

Su Wuxian picked at his ear.

Putting aside his own strength, it's normal that no one knows his abilities since he just came out of seclusion.

But Zhang Zhiwei alone is an absolute master.

How many dishes would you like?

Did Wang Ai drink it?

Wang Ye frowned and said, "Wang Ai is narrow-minded and vindictive. Senior Su humiliated him at the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony and scared away his people last night. He certainly won't let this go."

"Master, Senior Su, this banquet... we can't go. Going there would be like walking into a wolf's den."

All eyes turned to Zhang Zhiwei, who was drinking douzhi (fermented mung bean juice).

Zhang Zhiwei slowly finished the last sip, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and waved his hand listlessly.

"No way. At my age, what's the point of talking to those scheming old men? I'd rather stay home and sleep."

For the old master, these scheming dinner parties were indeed more tiring than fighting.

Since we can't physically fight back, what's the point of all this arguing?

"Don't be like that, senior brother!"

Su Wuxian slammed his hand on the table, stood up, and his eyes gleamed with excitement:

"Young Wang is showing us such 'filial piety' by inviting us to dinner; how could we refuse?"

"Besides, it's Zuixianlou! It's the most famous restaurant in Beijing. I've heard that their 'Buddha Jumps Over the Wall' and 'Braised Sea Cucumber with Scallions' are absolutely amazing. You can't even get a reservation there!"

Zhang Zhiwei glanced at him: "Junior brother, are you going there just to eat? Or are you going there to cause trouble?"

"See through it but don't say it."

Su Wuxian chuckled and put his arm around Zhang Zhiwei's shoulder:

"Senior brother, think about it. Since that old bastard Wang Ai dared to set up a trap, it means he's revealed all his secrets. This time, we can wipe out all the evil spirits in the capital in one fell swoop."

"So that when we leave, Xiao Wang won't have to live in fear every day."

"Besides..."

Su Wuxian pointed to Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao beside him:

"These two younger ones have never seen anything like this before. As their elders, shouldn't we take them to broaden their horizons and see what kind of people the 'Ten Elders' really are?"

Upon hearing the word "big scene," Zhang Chulan felt a little apprehensive, but the thought of having these two powerful figures backing him up immediately energized him.

"Master! I think the advisor is right! If someone's inviting us to dinner, why not take it? Besides, I'm curious to see what other tricks that Wang Ai has up his sleeve!"

Tian Jinzhong chimed in from the side, "Senior brother, let's go! I also want to see that Drunken Immortal Pavilion! I haven't eaten at a restaurant in eighty years!"

Looking at the troublemaking gazes of those around him, Zhang Zhiwei sighed helplessly and put his sunglasses back on.

"Fine, fine, I'm really scared of you guys."

"Then let's go. But it's settled, Junior Brother Su, you're in charge of the socializing this time, and I'll just be responsible for eating."

"Alright!"

Su Wuxian snapped his fingers and turned to Wang Ye, saying:

"Xiao Wangye, go and reply to the Wang family."

"Take this meal for example, we're definitely having it at Longhu Mountain. Make sure he prepares all the best food and drinks; if the food isn't good enough, I'm going to flip the table."

"Okay...okay." Wang Ye looked at Su Wuxian's "I've got you all figured out" expression and silently lit a candle for Wang Ai in his heart.

Is this a trap?

Ha ha.

......

It was five o'clock in the afternoon.

There are still two hours until the dinner.

Su Wuxian sat alone on the balcony, looking at his phone screen.

On the WeChat interface, there is a familiar profile picture—Feng Zhenghao, the president of the Tianxia Society.

Since their parting at Longhu Mountain, Feng Zhenghao has been working like a manpower machine, secretly gathering manpower in the past few days.

[Feng Zhenghao: Senior Su, the Wang family has arranged for the Ten Elders to dine with the distinguished guests from Longhu Mountain. What are your thoughts on this?]

Su Wuxian flicked his fingers and typed a message, which he then sent:

[Su Wuxian: Can I look at it on my phone?]

Feng Zhenghao: ......

[Su Wuxian: Just kidding. See you at Zuixianlou tonight at 7 PM!]

[Feng Zhenghao: This dinner party is suspicious, Mr. Su. Don't let your guard down.]

[Su Wuxian: It's alright, don't worry. I'm definitely eating this meal.]

Feng Zhenghao did not reply.

Two seconds later.

[Feng Zhenghao: Received! Rest assured, Senior! The three hundred elite warriors of the World Alliance have assembled! Tonight, they will follow your lead without question!]

Su Wuxian: "???"

Did Feng Zhenghao misunderstand something?

However, upon seeing this reply, Su Wuxian nodded.

In any case, Feng Zhenghao is quite sensible.

I put away my phone, looked at Beijing under the setting sun, and stretched.

"Wang Ai, you really think you're Xiang Yu, trying to set up a trap?"

"What a pity, I am not Liu Bang."

"I am......"

A savage red light flashed in Su Wuxian's eyes:

"...The King of Guanzhong!"

Wait a minute... we've switched channels.

"Zhang Chulan!" Su Wuxian shouted downstairs.

"Hey! Your advisor is here!" Zhang Chulan ran up excitedly.

"Go, change out of that tattered T-shirt and put on a suit. And make sure Feng Baobao is dressed neatly."

"Tonight we're going to 'crash the party,' so we can't lose in terms of momentum."

"Take your phone and make sure it's fully charged."

"I want you to livestream and record the entire show tonight."

"I want to show the entire world of supernatural beings what kind of people this so-called Ten Elders Wang Family really are."