Chapter Seventy-Five: Jiang Yu, in the end, you still left...

Everyone in the Xu family was utterly stunned.

It turned out that the recent uproar in the entertainment industry—the infamous blacklist incident—had been orchestrated single-handedly by the very young man before them. In these troubled waters, dark clouds pressed upon the city, threatening to destroy it. People were restless, fearing they might be next.

Over a hundred individuals across the country, including singers, actors, journalists—all from various entertainment companies, tangled in intricate networks of relationships. To touch one was to move the whole. Even Huating Entertainment, with its considerable influence, could not achieve such a feat.

Despite Huating's lofty status, there were many entertainment giants in the world stronger than Huating. What Huating couldn't do in years, this young man had accomplished in mere days. It was not only his near-divine strength that frightened people, but the vast reach of his connections.

The Xu family had guessed correctly. This purge had been spearheaded by Ma Tianzong, with nearly fifty wealthy tycoons from the North and South provinces joining forces—a power so overwhelming that none could resist.

Jiang Yu nodded with satisfaction. The list of over a hundred names—by today, most had been dealt with, a commendable accomplishment.

Gu Feifei's beautiful eyes flickered. She bit her lip, determined to sign her name on the contract. Once she did, she would become the largest shareholder of Huating Entertainment. If she wished, she could direct all the company's resources toward herself.

"How dare you!"

In the inner hall of the Xu family villa, among the crowd stood a foreign man: golden hair, emerald eyes, skin as pale as snow, bearing pure royal blood. He wore a tailcoat, a jade ring on his thumb—a figure of noble elegance.

Seeing the largest shareholder about to change hands, the man could no longer sit still. As an insider of the Rothschilds, he knew how crucial this matter was. In recent years, the family had hit a bottleneck during its expansion; global economic downturns had caused their assets to evaporate by twelve percent within a decade.

Left with no choice, after hundreds of meetings, the family decided to enter the Chinese business market, using Huating Entertainment as their springboard. Now, with the springboard about to be snapped, it was intolerable for the family.

The blond man stomped fiercely, shattering the rosewood floor. Like a sharp arrow, he shot toward Gu Feifei.

"Peak Condensed Force?"

Jiang Yu's face remained calm; he had sensed the presence of this blond man earlier.

Along the floor, wood shavings curled up, and a shallow groove stretched for over ten meters. This man's strength was nearly at the level of external force projection—half a foot into the ranks of grandmasters.

He moved like a roc spreading its wings, stepping forcefully—wherever his toe touched, the floor deeply sunk as if bearing immense weight.

Jiang Yu snorted lightly, "Noisy."

With a wave, he flicked his finger. A streak of green energy, imbued with unstoppable momentum, sliced through the air.

In a single snap of the fingers, ninety moments passed, each moment dividing into nine hundred cycles of birth and death!

The energy sliced through the man's waist. His eyes widened in terror—due to his rapid momentum, his upper body flew forward while his legs continued running for a few steps, before collapsing to the ground.

Crack!

After severing the blond man's body, the fading energy split a heavy marble coffee table cleanly in two, the cut smooth as glass. A conspicuous mark traced across the floor, beginning at Jiang Yu's feet and stretching toward the Eight Immortals Table.

The elderly man in hemp robes looked grave; he doubted he could withstand that finger.

Jiang Yu brushed his sleeve, as if he had slaughtered a mere chicken or dog, not sparing another glance. His eyes lowered, and he nonchalantly sat down on the sofa.

The crowd stared at the bisected blond man, chills running down their spines, their pupils shrinking to almonds.

Gu Feifei signed her name, relieved, exhaling a long breath. She instinctively glanced at the corpse, her heart skipping, and stood nervously before Jiang Yu.

When this young man put away his gentle smile, his cold side left a lasting impression.

He had executed a member of the Rothschild family without hesitation, as if in his eyes, all identities were equal.

"Is there anyone else who opposes this contract?"

Jiang Yu stood up, his indifferent gaze sweeping over everyone. Those caught in his gaze felt as if plunged into an icy abyss.

The old man who had handed over the contract bowed respectfully, "From this day forward, the Xu family will wholeheartedly assist Miss Feifei in managing the company."

Jiang Yu smiled, "Aren't you thinking of revenge in the future?"

The old man had indeed considered it, but after witnessing Jiang Yu kill a peak Condensed Force master with a flick of his finger, those thoughts vanished. Before such overwhelming power, schemes and plots were worthless.

He forced a smile, "Master Jiang, you jest. With you here, how could the Xu family dare harbor divided intentions? If you spare our family, we would be content. As for the company, with Miss Feifei at the helm, it will surely soar to new heights."

While others still seethed with anger, the elderly man, seasoned and sharp-eyed from countless storms, noticed that behind Gu Feifei stood another formidable youth.

With such a figure overseeing them, entertainment companies worldwide would have to show Huating respect.

Jiang Yu nodded and said, "If anything goes wrong with the company in the future, I won’t seek anyone else—only the Xu family. Then we’ll see how many heads you have for me to take."

The crowd shuddered again, terrified to the extreme.

Given his methods, everyone was certain: he not only made such threats, but would carry them out.

3:00 a.m., Yuzhou Hotel.

Jiang Yu stood on the balcony, quietly gazing at the night below.

Gu Feifei was not his companion. All he could do was ensure her a lifetime of comfort and peace.

The hardest debt to repay is the kindness of a beautiful woman. How could Jiang Yu not see through Gu Feifei’s feelings? This time, he had traveled thousands of miles to Yuzhou, determined to pave her path as best he could.

Jiang Yu’s aspirations reached across the universe; he could not remain on Earth forever. One day, he would leave, and those close to him would lose their protector.

He gently swirled his wine glass, the red wine spinning, releasing its fragrant aroma.

The journey to Yuzhou was nearly at its end.

With Gu Feifei settled, he would return to Cloud City to begin refining that great elixir, aiming to break through to Foundation Establishment and awaken his divine powers. The earth immortals of this world gave Jiang Yu a deep sense of crisis.

"Isn’t the graduation ceremony coming up in a few days? Since the start of the semester, I haven’t attended more than a week of classes—Professor He must hate me by now."

Jiang Yu chuckled.

At this hour, everyone else was resting in their rooms.

A figure, barefoot and pale, stepped onto the soft carpet, staring at Jiang Yu’s back with a complex expression.

"Master Jiang, are you leaving for Cloud City tomorrow?"

Du Yanran had tossed and turned all night, finally gathering the courage to seek out Jiang Yu.

Her intuition told her that once he left, she might never see him again.

"Is there something you want?"

Jiang Yu stood with one hand behind his back, a wine glass in his other hand, vibrant and spirited.

Du Yanran opened her lips, "In this world, every great man has three wives and four concubines..."

Jiang Yu smiled knowingly; he understood what the woman behind him was about to say. He replied calmly, "You’re not qualified to be my mistress. Put away your little schemes, or I won’t hesitate to leave Yuzhou having taken another life."

Du Yanran turned pale with fright, barely able to stand.

Jiang Yu’s tone changed, and he smiled, "There were originally one hundred and one names on the list. Do you know why it’s only a hundred now?"

Du Yanran bit her lip, her heart racing. Of course she knew—she was the one hundred and first. But she could tell Jiang Yu did not wish to act against her in front of Gu Feifei, so her name had not appeared.

With that realization, Du Yanran could no longer support herself. She dropped to her knees, "Master Jiang, I was wrong, please spare me!"

Jiang Yu took a deep breath, "Feifei considers you a sister. Once she becomes chairman of Huating Entertainment, she’ll surely favor you with resources. For you, it’s a stroke of fortune. Take what you’re given; don’t get greedy."

"If I ever learn you’ve harmed her, I’ll hunt you through heaven and earth, and destroy you, body and soul, for all eternity."

Du Yanran pressed her head to the carpet, "I’ll take good care of Feifei."

Jiang Yu nodded, "Tell her not to worry—I’ll come see her again someday."

With those words, Jiang Yu stepped off the seventeenth floor balcony, leaping from the hotel.

Du Yanran’s eyes widened, rushing forward.

She saw a figure, walking on air through the night, landing steadily.

The night was tranquil.

The door stood ajar, beauty within.

Her enchanting, exquisite face was streaked with tears.

"Jiang Yu, you truly have left after all..."