Under One Person: God Profiler

After hesitating for a moment, I decided to remind the people inside.

"Master, it's almost time. Xia Linyuan and Wang Ye are both difficult to deal with. Scarface is making wild claims that he can handle them, but I think if you personally take action, you will definitely be able to capture them easily."

This young man is named Wang An. He is Wang Bing's childhood friend. Although he is from a collateral branch, he is doing quite well in the Wang family because of his relationship with Wang Bing.

He even dared to joke with Wang Ai.

Apart from the disrespectful Wang An, probably no one in the entire Wang family would dare to ask Wang Ai to personally deal with Xia Linyuan and Wang Ye, these two juniors.

"Patriarch, we can't give Xia Linyuan and Wang Ye any more experience points! If we're going to make a move, we have to be swift and decisive, like a lion hunting a rabbit, we must give it our all!"

Wang An was preparing to pour out all his wisdom to persuade Wang Ai.

He didn't finish his sentence.

The door opened. Wang Ai, dressed in a gray-blue mandarin jacket and leaning on a cane, stood in the doorway, looking at Wang An with a strange expression in his eyes: "Do you need to teach me this principle? I've already mastered it all."

"The master is wise!"

Wang An was overjoyed and bowed, gesturing for them to proceed. He confidently assured them, "I have prepared the carriage. Xia Linyuan and Wang Ye will definitely arrive tonight."

Wang Ai stretched his old arms and legs and murmured, "Those who care about their reputation end up losing it all, while those who don't care about their reputation gain it in the end."

Wang An was thrilled upon hearing this. "That's absolutely right! The patriarch is indeed different from those old fogies!"

Just as I was about to lead the way.

But then a deep, aged sigh was heard, regretful yet tinged with irony: "Patriarch Wang's words are indeed insightful..."

Wang An was startled and looked around angrily, shouting, "Who dares to be so insolent in the Wang family compound!"

Wang Ai waved her hand to stop Wang An from scolding her, and said slowly, "Wang An, you should leave first."

“Patriarch…” Wang An was greatly puzzled.

The next moment, he saw an old man with a head scar and wearing a tattered Taoist robe slowly walk in.

The Taoist robe was in the style of Longhu Mountain, and it looked quite old. The dark blue robe had faded a bit from washing, and it was covered with patches of various sizes.

The old man's white beard was still covered with some green leaves, making him look at first glance like a beggar who had come out of the deep mountains.

Yet this very old man dared to confront one of the Ten Elders of the Extraordinary World and even dared to mock him.

"Yang Guangmao, the traitor who seized the position of Celestial Master back then, I didn't expect him to still be alive." Wang Ai chuckled and said sarcastically in a deep voice.

"Amitabha." Yang Guangmao ignored him, simply pressing his palms together and chanting the Buddha's name, his face expressionless, his eyes like a deep pool: "Life is like death, cause and effect, reincarnation, living is nothing but a prelude to death..."

"You're trying to stop me?"

"Indeed, that is true, Benefactor Wang."

Wang Ai narrowed her eyes slightly: "If I insist on going, what can you do to me?"

The sound echoed, and an unnamed aura collided and pressed between the two old men, making Wang An dare not breathe loudly.

The moonlight, as white as frost, fell upon Yang Guangmao's aged and relaxed face.

A smile gradually spread across his usually calm face, growing wider and wider until it became unrestrained and arrogant. He said in a stern voice, "Old man, you don't know how to be polite. You've been the Tenth Elder for too long, do you really think you're the elder?"

"I don't even respect Zhang Zhiwei, so who do you think you are!"

Chapter 151 The Watchdog

"It seems you really have gone mad..."

Wang Ai shook his head and sighed upon hearing Yang Guangmao's words.

"Wang Ai, are you really determined to go after Xia Linyuan? He's Xia Huaisang's grandson!"

Yang Guangmao stared at Wang Ai, his aura rising steadily, and arrogantly questioned her.

"It's precisely because he's Xia Huaisang's grandson that I'm even more determined to kill him!"

"Send him away! Let him tell Xia Huaisang! I, Wang Ai, thank him for helping me ascend to the position of family head!"

A strong killing intent erupted from Wang Ai.

Looking at Wang Ai's expression, Yang Guangmao smirked, "Xia Huaisang told me you two are brothers who've risked your lives for each other..."

"Aren't you and Zhang Zhiwei the same?"

Wang Ai stared at Yang Guangmao without denying his words, and said in a cold voice.

Yang Guangmao fell silent, standing still and quietly watching Wang Ai.

A night breeze blew by, ruffling the sleeves of the two people.

When their eyes met, they both saw the sadness in each other's eyes.

"Hehe..." Both of them chuckled, as if mocking themselves, or perhaps laughing at the fickle nature of the world.

The figure disappeared from the spot, and with a "bang", the two appeared in the center of the courtyard. Yang Guangmao burst into golden light and slammed towards Wang Ai with the force of thunder.

Wang Ai's body emitted strange ink-like energy, which swirled around her like an ink painting. The ink-like energy emanating from her cane pointed towards Yang Guangmao's brow.

Yang Guangmao's eyes were like torches. He dodged to the side and stomped his foot on the ground. The bluestone floor shattered with a crash, and in the blink of an eye, he rushed in front of Wang Ai. The golden light at his joints turned into lightning, piercing towards Wang Ai like steel needles.

Just as the shot was about to hit, Yang Guangmao suddenly saw a slight smile on Wang Ai's lips.

The next second, the scent of ink wafted in front of me.

More than a dozen sheets of Xuan paper floated behind Wang Ai, spinning on the dark ink-colored Xuan paper. In the blink of an eye, ferocious ink snakes broke free of the painting and rushed straight at Yang Guangmao's face.

Yang Guangmao narrowed his eyes and quickly created distance.

The lightning on his body rushed directly towards the black snake.

Thunder and black serpents clashed, bursting into silent blossoms in the darkness.

Wang Ai lightly touched the ground with his cane, and a crack appeared on the side of the cane. A huge sheet of Xuan paper flew out from it, the upper scroll snow-white and the lower scroll jet black. The divine Yin-Yang paper overflowed, and the ink energy floated into the huge Xuan paper like swallows returning to their nests, slowly rotating, like a monster being conceived in the abyss...

Yang Guangmao sensed danger and clasped his hands together in front of his chest. Mysterious Sanskrit chants floated around him.

A dragon's roar resounded, and a twenty-meter-long ink dragon shot out from the Xuan paper. Gushing black energy rose continuously from the ink dragon, and it rushed towards Yang Guangmao with great momentum.

Buzz

The air around Yang Guangmao trembled, and the Sanskrit words solidified into a golden bell.

The dragon collided with the golden bell, creating a tremendous roar. A powerful gust of wind destroyed the courtyard, shattering the tiles.

Hiding behind a pillar, Wang An felt as if he were in the eye of a typhoon; the powerful wind pressure made it difficult for him to breathe. He turned his head slightly to look over.

A black dragon was seen repeatedly striking the golden bell inscribed with Sanskrit, stirring up fragments of golden light and producing a melodious chime.

"A duel between the Ten Elders is truly terrifying; it's like a battle between gods!"

Wang An swallowed hard, took a few steps back, and left the Wang family compound through the back door. Listening to the commotion inside, Wang An frowned slightly: "It seems the patriarch can't leave. Xia Linyuan has been sent away. Isn't this the perfect opportunity to rescue Wang Bing? A great deed has fallen into my lap!"

Wang An's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and he could hardly contain his excitement at the thought. He prepared to execute the plan immediately.

As a result, he bumped into an old man when he turned the corner.

"Oh my, young man, why are you so hot-tempered? You're so impulsive."

The old man fell to the ground, crying out in pain.

Wang An's brow twitched, instinctively thinking this was another powerful figure. But then he thought, what powerful figure could be knocked down by a single bump? He immediately shouted sternly, "You old man, do you know whose territory this is? Get out of here!"

"You're talking to me about territory? What, is the sky your territory too? The banging and clanging in the middle of the night is so loud, it's driving me crazy. I thought there was a fight going on inside. I was about to call the police!"

"And you, you bumped into me and you're still acting all high and mighty. What, are you the watchdog here?!"

The old man mocked Wang An.

"Watchdog!!" Wang An's eyes were bloodshot with rage. He had played with Wang Bing since childhood, and no one had ever dared to speak to him like that. He channeled his Qi into his fist and threw a punch.

Seeing this, the old man lay down on the ground, causing Wang An's punch to miss. He then shouted, "Is there no justice in this world? Hitting an old man! Ouch, my skull! Ouch, my elbow..."

The wailing was even louder than the fighting inside.

"Incomprehensible!" Wang An cursed angrily and turned to leave.

Unexpectedly, the old man grabbed his ankle: "No, you can't leave! Pay up!"

Wang An tried to pull it back, but couldn't budge it at all. The old man's wrist strength was beyond his imagination.

"Compensate!"

The old man shouted loudly.

Wang An realized he had met his match. Without a word, he put his hands in his pockets, took out his wallet, pulled out a wad of cash, and bowed to offer it to the old man, saying, "Please, senior!"

The old man laughed when he saw the money: "Good, good, good, you chickened out so quickly. Looks like you're not a watchdog after all."

After realizing that the other party was no ordinary person, Wang An became much more humble and subconsciously asked, "What is that?"

"It's a wolf at the gate!"

The old man chuckled, picked up the money and put it away. He walked to the small gate, listened to the commotion in the courtyard, grinned slyly, and casually picked a white flower and tucked it behind his ear: "It's good that they're fighting. It saves me a lot of trouble. I haven't seen Jin Feng in a long time. I'll go see her."

Wang An didn't recognize Xia Liuqing and muttered those three words in a daze: "The gatekeeper wolf..."

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