Chapter 107: Heavenly Song Mountain

Half a month later, outside the headquarters of Jisheng Society.

With only three days left until the Five Provinces Martial Arts Tournament, Lin Feng had long arranged a meeting time with Wang Jisheng. Today was the day they would set off for the tournament’s venue—Tiange Mountain.

Upon arriving at the Jisheng Society headquarters, Wang Jisheng and Luo Qiankun were already fully prepared.

Seeing Lin Feng, the two immediately came forward.

“Master Lin, you’ve finally arrived. As per your instructions, I’ve booked first-class plane tickets. We’ll depart at noon and arrive by this afternoon.”

Since Wang Jisheng had firmly secured his position as the head of Jisheng Society, he had become particularly confident and spirited.

Especially after witnessing Lin Feng face Old Tang unflinchingly last night, holding himself with unwavering composure and certainty.

It made him even more convinced that Lin Feng was a rare and worthy leader, whose strength even surpassed Old Tang’s, his confidence far more substantial!

Wang Jisheng took the luggage from Lin Feng’s hand eagerly and graciously carried his backpack on his shoulder. Fawning and servile, his face beamed with joy as he opened the car door personally for Lin Feng.

He kept calling out, “Master, Master.”

Even Luo Qiankun felt awkward watching this, cursing inwardly, “Is this guy possessed? Why is he acting like such a sycophant?”

Staff and members passing by the headquarters all widened their eyes in disbelief. The usually stern and ruthless boss was treating a handsome young man like his own father, smiling warmly and escorting him into the car.

What was going on? Had the world truly changed?

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After more than two hours of travel, Lin Feng and his companions finally arrived at Tiange Mountain, at the foot of which lay the small town of Tiange.

Tiange Town was an ancient and quaint tourist town, filled with traditional architecture: painted beams, carved pillars, and flying eaves.

In recent years, the town had been designated a national-level tourist attraction and was now exceedingly popular. Merchants and travelers contributed some 80% of the town’s tax revenue.

Yet the most eye-catching feature was the abundance of posters advertising the “Wulin Feng Sanda Tournament.”

Fans of the boxers filled the streets, wearing T-shirts printed with their favorite fighters’ images, holding up portraits, and shouting the names of the boxers loudly as they paraded through the town.

Along the bustling streets, stalls brimmed with various souvenirs, attracting many tourists. Several well-known Chinese boxers strolled casually around, accompanied by beautiful women.

Dragon and lion dances echoed in alleys, creating a festive and lively atmosphere.

“What’s going on here?” Lin Feng asked in surprise. After all, the Five Provinces Martial Arts Tournament was an underground event, a secretive gathering that could never be exposed openly.

The entire town was decked out with lanterns and decorations, as if celebrating a grand festival—it was simply surreal.

“Master Lin, you don’t know the full story. Tiange Town was chosen by various underground factions and has long been connected to both the legitimate and illicit sides of the town. To disguise the Martial Arts Tournament, they deliberately introduced the national Sanda event ‘Wulin Feng’ as a permanent fixture here. The annual ‘Wulin Feng’ finals happen to coincide with the Martial Arts Tournament.”

“For one week, the two grand events share the same venue. The first four days are dedicated to the ‘Wulin Feng’ finals, and the last three days to the Martial Arts Tournament. With a legitimate Sanda competition as cover, it’s much harder for the tournament to be exposed.”

Wang Jisheng explained the arrangement of the Martial Arts Tournament to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng nodded slightly — this was the classic case of darkness under the lamplight.

Who would have thought that an underground world’s fierce battle determining the power and influence across five provinces would be openly combined with a civilian Sanda event, brazenly displayed on the surface?

Before long, the three arrived at a lakeside villa in Tiange Town.

This villa belonged to the Xinghe Society, a small but influential local underground group. Wang Jisheng had a good relationship with its leader and had arranged for them to stay here.

Due to the impact of the Wulin Feng event, all hotels in town were fully booked.

Moreover, this villa was located on the town’s outskirts, quiet and secluded, little known to outsiders—a rare place for rest and recuperation.

After all, with major underground factions from the five coastal provinces gathering in Tiange Town, no one could guarantee there wouldn’t be dirty tricks before the tournament began. Choosing a discreet and remote place was a wise move.

As the saying goes, “Have no intent to harm others, but never let your guard down.”

“Ah, who’s this? Brother Wang, I didn’t expect you to arrive so early this year! The Martial Arts Tournament is still three days away, and you’re already here!”

Just as the three got out of the car, a burly man wearing a gold chain with a Buddhist amulet and holding an iron walnut in his hand stepped out of the villa, arms wide open, warmly welcoming them.

This man was clearly the villa’s owner, Yuan Helin, leader of the Xinghe Society in Tiange Town’s eastern district.

“Brother Yuan, good to see you. How could I miss the annual Martial Arts Tournament? I’ll be staying here for a few days. Once the tournament is over, I’ll leave immediately.”

“No trouble at all, no trouble at all. Stay as long as you like! You’re on Yuan Helin’s turf—nothing will happen to you!”

Yuan Helin had been around the underworld for years and was cunning and savvy. While exchanging pleasantries with Wang Jisheng, his eyes kept flickering toward Lin Feng.

Wang Haiyang, who came every year, was nowhere to be seen, replaced by this unfamiliar young man.

There was something fishy here. Could this guy be Wang Jisheng’s illegitimate son?

Yuan Helin made a “reasonable” guess about Lin Feng’s identity and casually inquired:

“Hey, Brother Wang, why didn’t Wang Haiyang come with you this year? And who is this young man? I don’t think I’ve ever seen him before.”

“Haiyang is stationed at the headquarters this year. As for him... he’s my distant nephew, named Lin Feng. I specially brought him out this year to broaden his horizons.”

“Oh! A distant nephew, I see! Come on in, everyone, don’t just stand outside.”

Yuan Helin warmly ushered the three inside, but his eyes kept roaming over Lin Feng.

Distant nephew?

What a lie.

I bet he’s the illegitimate son!

If I’m right, Wang Jisheng is planning to groom this illegitimate son to inherit the family business. Otherwise, why bring a distant nephew to such an important occasion as the Five Provinces Martial Arts Tournament, leaving Wang Haiyang behind?

Yes, I’m certain of it.

Yuan Helin’s mind was full of schemes and doubts, especially seeing how doting Wang Jisheng was toward Lin Feng, which only confirmed his suspicions.

But little did he know, what he mistook for “pampering” was actually Wang Jisheng’s groveling servitude—a servant earnestly serving his master!

“Brother Wang, I have some details about the Martial Arts Tournament to discuss with you. As for your nephew, let him and Linlin go out for a stroll. Young people shouldn’t get too involved, after all.”

Wang Haiyang was quite fond of my daughter; maybe this foolish illegitimate son had taken a liking to her!

Yuan Helin smirked inwardly and promptly called out for his daughter:

“Linlin! Come out and meet your Uncle Wang!”

At that moment, a beautiful young woman in a pink dress, her figure graceful and alluring, descended from upstairs.

“Linlin, didn’t you greet Uncle Wang yet? And this is Lin Feng. You can just call him Brother Lin.”

“Uncle Wang, Brother Lin, nice to meet you! Please take care of me.”

Yuan Linlin pouted, somewhat reluctant, greeted Lin Feng and the others, then quickly walked to her father’s side.

“Sorry about her, she’s a bit innocent and mischievous. Linlin, Brother Wang and I have some important matters to discuss. Why don’t you take Brother Lin out for a walk around town, alright?”

“Ah~ okay!”

Reluctantly, Yuan Linlin agreed.

Thus, Lin Feng and Yuan Linlin left the villa, leaving Wang Jisheng and Luo Qiankun to discuss the Five Provinces Martial Arts Tournament with Yuan Helin.