Chapter 86: The Grand President of the Mage Association

Especially since they had no idea where it was, nor where to even begin searching. At this thought, Zhou Shiqin realized that the problem was far more severe than they had imagined, prompting her to suggest, “Perhaps we should inform the Grand President about this matter, let him devise a plan and help you deal with the Demon Emperor. If the Grand President personally intervenes to resolve the Demon Emperor, I believe things would be much easier.”

“If that’s possible, nothing could be better,” Jiang Xiaofei nodded, frowning slightly as he asked, “But the Grand President you mentioned, would he be willing to help me?”

Zhou Shiqin nodded slightly, “He should, but meeting him is quite difficult.”

Jiang Xiaofei was speechless, “Then isn’t your suggestion pointless?”

“Don’t be impatient,” Zhou Shiqin said, “I think with Lin Xuan’s friends in the capital helping us, we’ll definitely be able to meet the Grand President.”

“Then hurry and call Lin Xuan,” Jiang Xiaofei urged.

Zhou Shiqin nodded, hurriedly taking out her phone to call Lin Xuan.

After a few minutes of conversation, Zhou Shiqin hung up and nodded to Jiang Xiaofei, “Lin Xuan has already contacted her friends in the capital. She told us to set out immediately.”

Jiang Xiaofei nodded, “Alright, let’s depart now.”

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After a three-hour flight, Jiang Xiaofei and Zhou Shiqin finally arrived in the capital.

Looking down from the sky, Jiang Xiaofei couldn’t help but marvel; the capital truly deserved to be the nation’s heart. Judging from the night scene alone, its prosperity far surpassed that of Sanjiang City. No wonder the capital had always been known as a flourishing place, a residence for the wealthy throughout history.

By now, night had fallen. After leaving the airport and transferring through several vehicles, Jiang Xiaofei and Zhou Shiqin, guided by the address Lin Xuan provided, found themselves before a grand mansion called Ouyang Hall.

Standing at the mansion’s entrance was a handsome man dressed in a white suit, his hands tucked into his pockets, humming a tune from Peking opera, as if waiting for someone.

Noticing a taxi approaching, he quickly stepped forward. When he saw Jiang Xiaofei and Zhou Shiqin emerge, he greeted them with a smile, “President Zhou, welcome to the great capital. I was planning to pick you up at the airport, but you arrived so quickly.”

Zhou Shiqin smiled, “Vice President, you’re too courteous. How could we trouble you with such matters? Besides, it’s good for us to familiarize ourselves with the route so next time we can find you easily.”

The man laughed heartily, “Ha ha ha, Ouyang Hall always welcomes President Zhou.”

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After exchanging pleasantries, the man warmly extended his hand to Jiang Xiaofei and introduced himself, “You must be the friend Lin Xuan spoke of. Hello, I’m Ouyang Xiaofeng.”

Jiang Xiaofei, feeling a bit awkward, quickly shook his hand, “Hello, I’m Jiang Xiaofei.”

Ouyang Xiaofeng nodded, “Lin Xuan has already told me about your situation. I’ve also informed the Grand President, and he’s willing to meet you.”

“Where is he?” Jiang Xiaofei asked excitedly.

Ouyang Xiaofeng smiled, “Brother Xiaofei, don’t rush.”

Hearing this, Jiang Xiaofei realized his own impatience and nodded, saying nothing more.

Ouyang Xiaofeng laughed heartily and turned, “The Grand President is waiting inside. Follow me.”

Jiang Xiaofei and Zhou Shiqin exchanged a glance and hurried after him.

Upon entering, Jiang Xiaofei discovered the mansion was especially vast, resembling an independent estate. The architecture was all in a retro style, giving the impression of stepping into ancient times.

Led by Ouyang Xiaofeng, Jiang Xiaofei and Zhou Shiqin walked through wooden corridors and into a room.

Inside sat a middle-aged man dressed in shorts and a short-sleeved shirt, pouring himself a drink and appearing not to notice their arrival.

Jiang Xiaofei frowned slightly at the sight, finding it odd. Could this middle-aged man be Lin Ying, the Grand President of the Mage Association? But he didn’t fit the image—someone overseeing the Mage Association ought to carry more authority, yet this man looked like a commoner, the sort who spends his days indulging in wine and pleasure.

Ouyang Xiaofeng spoke, “President, I’ve brought your guests.”

Hearing Ouyang Xiaofeng’s voice, Lin Ying finally set down his wine cup and looked up.

Jiang Xiaofei now saw Lin Ying’s face clearly—a truly startling visage, for a striking scar ran across his face, not one caused by a blade, but rather the mark of a sharp claw.

Even Zhou Shiqin, who had heard of Lin Ying’s scar, was taken aback upon seeing it.

Lin Ying paid no mind to their gaze, instead addressing Ouyang Xiaofeng, “Alright, I understand. Go prepare the meal. And the wine is running low—bring another bottle.”

“I’ll prepare it right away.” Ouyang Xiaofeng nodded and withdrew.

After Ouyang Xiaofeng left, Lin Ying smiled at Jiang Xiaofei and Zhou Shiqin, “Sit down and let’s talk.”

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Hearing this, Jiang Xiaofei and Zhou Shiqin quickly took their seats.

Once they were settled, Lin Ying spoke, “You must be Jiang Xiaofei?”

“Yes,” Jiang Xiaofei replied promptly.

Lin Ying nodded, “You do have some talent. So young, yet already at the Xuantian realm. No wonder you caused such a stir in Sanjiang City.”

His words startled Jiang Xiaofei, making him wary. He hadn’t expected Lin Ying to discern his cultivation at a glance, especially since he was currently suppressing his aura and appeared as an ordinary person. For Lin Ying to see through him so easily meant his strength far surpassed Jiang Xiaofei’s.

This affirmed what Zhou Shiqin had told him before their arrival—Lin Ying was indeed an extreme Dao master, or else he could never possess such ability to see through others’ cultivation.

Lin Ying smiled, “No need to be nervous, young brother. I was just curious. May I ask, which sect are you from?”

He sighed, “In my memory, all of China’s most talented disciples come from Mount Mao and Mount Longhu. There are a few Xuantian realm experts among them, but none have reached your level at such a young age! Truly, the waves of the Yangtze drive those before them forward.”

“Thank you for your praise, Grand President.” Jiang Xiaofei accepted humbly but shook his head, “I’d rather not say.”

Lin Ying could only let it go, smiling, “Brother Xiaofei, you truly are outstanding. Tell me what you need. If it’s within my power, I will help you with all my might.”

At these words, Jiang Xiaofei and Zhou Shiqin exchanged a glance before Jiang Xiaofei spoke, “I’d like to ask you to help me deal with the Demon Emperor.”

“The Demon Emperor?” Lin Ying was startled, falling silent.

Seeing this, Jiang Xiaofei said, “If it’s inconvenient for you, Grand President, just pretend I never asked. I’ll take my leave.”

With that, Jiang Xiaofei rose.

Lin Ying quickly called, “Brother Xiaofei, please wait.”

Jiang Xiaofei turned, frowning slightly, “Grand President?”

Lin Ying hesitated, “It’s not that I won’t help you, but the Demon Emperor is the ancient demon dragon sealed by King Xiao. His power is extraordinary. Now that he’s broken free, he’s built his own faction, and his strength has soared. I’m afraid it’s impossible to defeat him.”