To Ye Jingyu’s surprise, the bar’s atmosphere was tranquil and refined, quite unlike the boisterous scene he had envisioned. A melodious song drifted through the hall, where a group of breathtakingly beautiful young women, clad in nearly transparent gauze skirts, danced gracefully on stage.

The hall was sparsely populated; only a few tables dotted the vast space, which spanned over a thousand square meters. Most of the remaining figures were tall, slender serving women in short qipao dresses—so short, in fact, that glimpses of their undergarments were unavoidable. They either stood near the walls holding serving trays or lounged in corners, flirting with the clientele. Some of the men couldn't resist touching them overtly, eliciting only peals of sweet laughter from the women.

After all these years, humanity’s desires remain unchanged, Ye Jingyu sighed inwardly. He was then led by two attendants toward a private room at the back.

“Boss, Mr. Ye has arrived!” one of the girls murmured softly, gently tapping on the door.

“Come in…” A deep voice resonated from within.

The attendant immediately pushed the door open for Ye Jingyu with utmost respect. He stepped inside without a word, and the two women quietly closed the door behind him.

Inside the lavish room, Fang Zhuguo was half-reclining on a sofa covered in snow-white fur, his upper body bare. Two exquisitely proportioned young women knelt beside him, massaging his limbs.

“Heh, enjoying life, are we?” Ye Jingyu smiled faintly. A sweep of his divine sense, however, sent a shock through him—both young women were peak Martial Saints. He must have cultivated them himself, Ye Jingyu surmised.

“Heh, when life is good, one must enjoy it to the fullest,” Fang Zhuguo chuckled, his usually cold expression momentarily breaking. He patted the heads of the two women, who knew their cue; they rose gracefully, draped his robe over him, and respectfully ushered themselves out.

Once the room held only the two men, Fang Zhuguo suddenly flashed Ye Jingyu a thumbs-up.

“You have quite the nerve, contacting me at a time like this. Aren’t you afraid I’ll hand you over to my damned father? You know, they are intensely interested in that ancient bell you carry!”

“Heh, you want the entire Fang family. If you turn me over, do you think that automatically makes you the family head?” Ye Jingyu returned the smile, showing no deference as he snatched a bottle from the table, pried off the cap, and began drinking straight from it.

“Even so, aren’t you worried I’ve set an ambush to steal that ancient bell? That’s something even the patriarchs of the Nine Great Families covet!” Fang Zhuguo continued, picking up a bottle for himself and taking a swig.

“Setting aside whether you can kill me—even if you did, you’d only gain a dead object you likely wouldn't know how to use. But cooperate with me, and you gain both a treasure and an ally. You’re a smart man, you won’t do anything foolish,” Ye Jingyu stated casually. He wouldn't have come if he feared a betrayal leading to robbery.

“Fine, since we are both intelligent people, let’s discuss why you came,” Fang Zhuguo conceded, nodding.

“I want to know the outcome of that battle,” Ye Jingyu asked directly.

“You already know the result, don’t you? The two supreme powerhouses of your Dou Hun Continent perished. All of the Nine Heavens masters in my Fang family were wiped out. Those in the Eighth and Seventh Heavens were severely wounded, and even my damned father suffered heavy injuries, forcing him into seclusion for recovery. The other eight great families are now coordinating to suppress us. My useless brothers can barely hold things together. The Fang family currently lacks anyone capable of stabilizing the situation,” Fang Zhuguo summarized with evident disdain.

“In that case, wouldn’t this be your chance to seize control of the Fang family?” Ye Jingyu observed calmly.

“No, not yet. I am, after all, only an illegitimate son. No matter how powerful I am personally, as long as my brothers remain, it will never be my turn. However, if you could arrange for a few more… accidents to befall them, I could seize the majority of the Fang family’s power while my old man is meditating,” Fang Zhuguo stated coldly.

“I can help you eliminate your brothers, but I also need to kill your father,” Ye Jingyu said abruptly, his tone hardening. He fixed his eyes intently on Fang Zhuguo, seeking to glimpse the truth within his soul.

“You don’t need to stare at me like that. The moment my mother died, I lost any sense of kinship. Even if you didn’t kill him, I would do it myself to avenge my dead mother,” Fang Zhuguo replied, showing no tension or deception under Ye Jingyu’s scrutiny.

Sensing the genuine emotional tremor, Ye Jingyu nodded slowly. Aided by his Eye of Samsara, he confirmed that Fang Zhuguo’s hatred for Fang Zhentian was no less potent than his own. This alignment made the formation of the strongest possible alliance inevitable.

“Give me the files on your brothers. I will ensure they all meet with ‘accidents,’” With this foundation established and recalling the soul-oath they had sworn, Ye Jingyu decided to help Fang Zhuguo consolidate power first. To stand against the entire Gu Hua Continent, he needed an ironclad ally. Currently, Fang Zhuguo was powerful in individual strength but severely lacking in political leverage.

“Heh, there’s no need to rush that. This is your first time on the Gu Hua Continent—what do you think of the scenery? And the wine you were drinking earlier? That was brought back from the Gu Ou Continent…”

“Brandy, right?” Ye Jingyu interrupted before Fang Zhuguo could finish.

Fang Zhuguo started, genuinely surprised that Ye Jingyu knew the name of such an obscure liquor. Did he get it from Fang Jiuyou’s memories? He then relaxed, realizing the implication, a realization Ye Jingyu noted but did not comment on.

Of course, this knowledge hadn't come from Fang Jiuyou’s memories at all; it was from his past life. But would Fang Zhuguo even believe him if he said so?

“Since you’ve inherited Fang Jiuyou’s memories, you aren't a complete stranger here, so I won't bore you with introductions. I will have someone send you the files on my remaining brothers shortly. Before that, I want to introduce you to a friend…”

“A friend?” Ye Jingyu blinked. He had only met Fang Zhuguo twice; what friend could this be?

As Ye Jingyu stood momentarily perplexed, a section of the wall in the private room automatically retracted, revealing a woman clad in a green gauze dress. Ye Jingyu’s expression immediately transformed from confusion to sheer astonishment.

(Six chapters updated today. Brothers, these last two chapters took several hours to complete, hence the late upload. Please show your support! Uploaded at 12:15)