Black Myth: The Legend of Tianpeng Seeking Demons

The charity gala continued in the lavish banquet hall, but beneath the luxurious decorations and elegant surface lurked an eerie tension.

Holding a glass of champagne, Su Bing forced a smile as she mingled with celebrities from all walks of life. Every smile, every greeting, seemed flawless. However, her inner anxiety and unease were subtly revealed the moment she raised her glass.

The confrontation she had just experienced with Zhao Tianxiong and Zhu Feifei was like a thorn, deeply embedded in her heart.

The threat in Zhao Tianxiong's words still echoed in her ears, while Zhu Feifei's mysterious attitude only made her more suspicious and uneasy. She vaguely sensed that a greater secret was hidden behind this, which might even be directly related to the fate of the Dixiong Group.

"Ms. Su, you seem to be in a bad mood lately? Is something bothering you?" A middle-aged man from the business world walked over with a smile, raised his glass and clinked it with Su Bing's.

Su Bing smiled and replied, "No, there's been a bit more work at the company lately, but everything is under control."

Her words were brief and powerful, radiating the strong confidence of a business leader, but deep down she knew that things were far more complicated than she made them out to be.

Meanwhile, Zhu Feifei stood in a corner of the banquet hall. On the surface, he seemed to be doing nothing, just leisurely holding a glass of red wine, but his eyes kept glancing in Zhao Tianxiong's direction.

Zhao Tianxiong hid to the side, seemingly talking in hushed tones with a glamorous woman. The two of them occasionally cast meaningful glances in Su Bing's direction.

"Little White, keep a close eye on the Black Bear Demon and see what he does," Zhu Feifei silently instructed the spirit Xiao Bai in her mind.

"Don't worry, you idiot, my eyes are sharp!" The voice of the Ringwraith White echoed in his mind, carrying a hint of mockery and disdain.

Zhu Feifei decided to take action, knowing that this standoff was far from over. Since Zhao Tianxiong was deliberately provoking him, he might as well play along and see what tricks this black bear demon was up to.

In an attempt to lure the snake out, he pretended to be very interested in the charity auction and then made a high-profile purchase of a priceless antique vase in front of everyone.

"Mr. Zhu, you have excellent taste! This is a piece of porcelain from the Ming Dynasty, with extremely high collection value. You truly are an expert!" A well-dressed man approached him with a broad smile and flattery.

"Not at all, I only know a little bit," Zhu Feifei replied with a smile, but a sly glint flashed in his eyes, as if he were hinting at something.

After taking a picture of the vase, he raised his glass, exchanged a few pleasantries with several business tycoons, and then, feigning intoxication, staggered toward the restroom.

"Xiao Bai, how do you think of my acting?" Zhu Feifei asked smugly to herself.

"Hmph, you stupid pig, you love playing these tricks! But I advise you not to go too far, or the Black Bear Demon will see through your act!" Little White Ring Spirit replied with a hint of dissatisfaction.

"Don't worry, everything is under control," Zhu Feifei replied confidently.

He went into the bathroom, splashed cold water on his face, and composed himself. Through the mirror, he saw Zhao Tianxiong and the glamorous woman Bai Ling quietly follow him in, whispering to each other a short distance away. Zhu Feifei didn't show any unusual expression, but her mind immediately went on high alert.

"Brother Xiong, Zhu Feifei seems to be drunk. Should we make our move?" Bai Ling asked in a low voice, her voice full of excitement and anticipation.

Zhao Tianxiong sneered, his tone sinister: "Good opportunity. After he comes out of the restroom, lure him to the back garden. I'll be waiting for him there. I'm going to make him completely expose his true colors tonight!"

Hearing their conversation, Zhu Feifei smirked and thought to herself, "They're really impatient. It seems the fish have taken the bait."

To further lull Zhao Tianxiong into a false sense of security, he deliberately stayed in the restroom for a while, pretending to be extremely drunk. Then, he staggered out of the restroom and headed towards the back garden outside the banquet hall. Along the way, he hummed an off-key tune, his steps unsteady, appearing completely unsuspecting.

Zhao Tianxiong and the alluring woman followed closely behind him, their eyes gleaming with cunning. For them, tonight's plan was practically a sure thing.

The moonlight in the back garden was cool and clear, and a faint fragrance of flowers filled the air. The sounds of the artificial hill and flowing water mingled with the whispers of the breeze, creating a tranquil atmosphere. Zhu Feifei arrived at an artificial hill, seemingly completely immersed in a drunken state, swaying unsteadily as she walked deeper into the hill.

"Now!" Zhao Tianxiong suddenly commanded in a low voice, then strode out and blocked Zhu Feifei's path.

"Zhu Chen, do you think you can escape tonight?" Zhao Tianxiong's eyes were sinister, and his voice carried an aggressive threat.

Zhu Feifei feigned panic and took a few steps back, stammering, "Mr. Zhao... what are you doing? We're... business partners, you... you can't do this!"

Seeing his disheveled appearance, Zhao Tianxiong laughed wildly, "Partner? Hahaha, Zhu Feifei, do you think I don't know your true identity? Stop pretending, you're a pig demon, Zhu Bajie!"

Upon hearing Zhao Tianxiong's accusation, Zhu Feifei's expression changed slightly, but he quickly composed himself and sneered, "It seems you were prepared. However, Zhao Tianxiong, do you think you can make me surrender with just a few lines?"

Zhao Tianxiong was visibly taken aback. He hadn't expected Zhu Feifei to recover so quickly, acting nothing like a drunkard. He realized he might have underestimated his opponent.

Zhu Feifei noticed Zhao Tianxiong's hesitation, and slowly stepped forward, her tone even colder: "Do you think you're the only one who arranged tonight's show? In fact, I saw through your little tricks long ago."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the banquet hall doors were suddenly pushed open. A group of reporters filed in, their cameras clicking incessantly and flashes capturing the astonished expressions of Zhao Tianxiong and Bai Ling.

"Mr. Zhao, what is your response to Mr. Zhu's accusations?"

Are you really suspected of money laundering and illegal fundraising?

What is your relationship with that woman?

Reporters swarmed in, microphones practically pressed against Zhao Tianxiong's face. Zhao Tianxiong was deathly pale; he clearly hadn't anticipated such a sudden appearance of reporters, and his previously assured victory crumbled in an instant.

His eyes were filled with panic, and cold sweat seeped from his palms. He wanted to speak up to defend himself, but found that whatever he said would be pale and powerless.

"This...this is all slander! I was framed!" Zhao Tianxiong stammered, looking extremely disheveled. He looked at Bai Ling, trying to seek help, but Bai Ling was already terrified and hid in a corner, not daring to meet Zhao Tianxiong's gaze.

Zhu Feifei stood in the crowd, coldly observing everything, his eyes gleaming with victory. He slowly stepped forward, facing Zhao Tianxiong, his voice low and menacing: "Zhao Tianxiong, there's no need to struggle anymore. Your secret has been exposed, and I have enough evidence to prove your involvement in illegal transactions."

Zhao Tianxiong's face turned deathly pale, his lips trembling slightly: "You... what do you mean? How did you know..."

Zhu Feifei chuckled, leaned closer to Zhao Tianxiong, and lowered her voice, saying, "Back then, you roamed the martial world as the Black Wind Venerable, using ruthless methods. You didn't expect that, did you? While you thought you had successfully cleared your name, I had been watching you for a long time."

Zhao Tianxiong's face instantly turned ashen. Upon hearing the title "Black Wind Venerable," his pupils contracted sharply, as if he were hearing from Zhu Feifei the past he least wanted to recall.

This was an identity he had carefully concealed for many years, one that should never be known to anyone. Although he had transformed from a bloodthirsty cultivator into the president of the Dixiong Group, he knew deep down that the crimes he had committed had never truly disappeared.

Seeing his intense reaction, Zhu Feifei sneered inwardly. He patted Zhao Tianxiong's shoulder lightly, the gesture seemingly casual, but carrying a condescending and oppressive air: "Zhao Tianxiong, don't think you can cover up your evil deeds by changing your appearance. I know everything you've done."

Zhao Tianxiong's face turned pale, and cold sweat slid down his temples. At this moment, he completely lost his usual composure and confidence, his eyes darting around as if he were trapped in an inescapable trap.

His lips trembled slightly as he tried to say something, but he couldn't utter a single word. The reporters surrounding him had become the most terrifying witnesses; the flashing lights blurred his vision, constantly reminding him that this disaster was unavoidable.

“The Black Wind Venerable?” A reporter caught Zhu Feifei’s words and immediately asked, “Mr. Zhu, who is the ‘Black Wind Venerable’ you just mentioned? What is his connection with President Zhao?”

Zhu Feifei smiled slightly, not directly answering the reporter's question, but turning to face the crowd, her tone firm and full of meaning: "Ladies and gentlemen, tonight's charity gala was originally a grand event for public welfare, but clearly, some people are trying to use this occasion to cover up their shady secrets. I don't want to explain the Black Wind Venerable's past in detail, but I can assure you that there are many unknown dark transactions behind the Dixiong Group, and these will soon come to light."

These words were like a bombshell, instantly igniting the reporters' passion. Flashbulbs went off more frequently, questions came one after another, and the atmosphere heated up rapidly. Every word Zhu Feifei spoke was like a heavy hammer blow to Zhao Tianxiong, leaving him breathless.

Zhao Tianxiong's legs trembled slightly, and he was gripped by extreme panic. He had never imagined that his dark past would be exposed in such a setting, let alone that Zhu Feifei had been prepared.

Zhao Tianxiong whirled around, trying to find Bai Ling, but she had already dodged away. He seemed to be the only one left in the entire arena, completely isolated and helpless. His face grew paler, and sweat poured down his forehead. He suddenly realized that he had completely lost control at this moment.

Seeing this, Zhu Feifei sneered inwardly and then intensified her attack: "President Zhao, didn't you say you wanted me to 'reveal my true colors'? Now it seems that the one who should really show his true nature is you, isn't he?"

Zhao Tianxiong finally lost his temper and forced himself to cheer up, shouting, "Zhu Feifei, you're framing me! You have no evidence! I'm going to sue you for defamation!" He tried to use his roar to cover up his inner fear and attempted to use the weapon of law to salvage the situation.

Zhu Feifei snorted coldly, showing no fear in the face of Zhao Tianxiong's taunts: "Evidence? Zhao Tianxiong, do you think I would dare to reveal your true colors at this banquet without preparation?"

He slowly took out a USB drive from his suit pocket, held it up to the crowd, and glanced at the reporters. "Here are all your transaction records, including details of your dealings with those black market forces. There is also all the evidence of the Dixiong Group's money laundering."

As soon as he finished speaking, reporters crowded forward, trying to point their cameras at the USB drive, while Zhao Tianxiong froze as if he had been electrocuted.

He knew that Zhu Feifei was telling the truth. He had thought he had covered his tracks perfectly, but it turned out that nothing was truly untraceable. He had originally believed that as long as he hid deep enough, the past would never be brought up again, and he had even begun planning to completely rid himself of it all in the near future. But now, all his conspiracies had collapsed in an instant.

Zhao Tianxiong felt as if an invisible hand was gripping his heart tightly, and his breathing became rapid. He tried his best to control his trembling hands, attempting to say something to salvage the situation, but every word seemed stuck in his throat. His eyes darted around, searching for a way to escape, only to find himself surrounded by the crowd, with no escape.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps sounded at the entrance of the banquet hall, and a group of uniformed police officers quickly walked in.

They walked directly towards Zhao Tianxiong. The lead officer said coldly, "Mr. Zhao Tianxiong, we have received a report that you are suspected of money laundering and illegal transactions. Please come with us to the police station to assist in the investigation."

Zhao Tianxiong's face turned deathly pale. He shook his head and backed away, muttering to himself, "No...impossible...I couldn't have been caught..."

However, reality ruthlessly shattered his last shred of hope. Two policemen quickly stepped forward, grabbed his hands, and forced him to the ground. Zhao Tianxiong could no longer conceal his inner collapse, falling to the ground in a wretched state, all his dignity and pride trampled underfoot.

Reporters were snapping photos frantically, creating chaos on set, while Zhu Feifei stood aside, a calm glint in his eyes. He knew the charade was finally over.

He slowly turned and walked towards Su Bing, who had been silently observing from a distance. Su Bing's face was filled with shock and complex emotions. She had never imagined that Zhu Feifei possessed such power and means. The man before her was completely different from the carefree "rich second generation" she had known before.

Zhu Feifei walked up to her with a gentle smile on her face: "Su Bing, I'm sorry for making you worry."

Su Bing's heart raced, as if she didn't know how to respond for a moment. She looked at Zhu Feifei, trying to find some answers in his eyes, but his gaze remained deep and mysterious.

"Who...who exactly are you?" Su Bing finally couldn't help but ask, her tone filled with doubt and unease.

Zhu Feifei was silent for a moment, then revealed a faint smile: "I am an investor in Tiansheng." He said it casually, as if he were telling an ordinary story.

"Don't worry, it's all over," Zhu Feifei said softly, his tone gentle but carrying an irresistible force. He reached out and gently took Su Bing's hand, leading her away from the noisy and chaotic banquet hall.