The wife of the middle-aged man poked him sharply on the forehead with her finger. "You think my nephew is as useless as you? Is there anything he doesn't know?"

She then turned, forcing a sorrowful smile toward Zhang Cunyi. "Sorry to bore you with this, Cunyi. You're clearly capable—is there any way you can deal with these shameless **? At least get my husband's money back!"

Zhang Cunyi pondered for a moment, not immediately replying. A young man beside him lightly nudged his arm, giving him a significant look.

Zhang Cunyi understood and walked aside with him. The young man whispered, "Boss, could this Di San Xian be the same one Li Yundong opened?"

Zhang Cunyi nodded. "It should be!"

The young man’s mouth dropped open. "Then Li Yundong, who opened that teahouse that half the province's leadership came out to support—could that possibly be the same Li Yundong who sparred with you at the Fox Zen Gate on Tianlong Mountain?"

A cold glint flashed in Zhang Cunyi's eyes. He snorted, "It's most likely the same person! Only he would have such a horde of lawless fox spirits under him. This kind of despicable act could only be pulled off by those destructive fox spirits! Hmph, I wonder what kind of sect leader Li Yundong is, to allow his disciples to run wild like this? Knowing they were fox spirits, why let them out to cause havoc in the human world!"

A flash of anger crossed his face, and he said in a deep voice, "I’ve only heard tales of the Fox Zen Gate harming humanity before; I never saw actual evidence. I never expected we'd run into it this time! If Li Yundong can't control these fox spirits, then I'll take charge of them for him!"

The young man next to Zhang Cunyi whispered cautiously, "Boss, are we really going to get involved?"

Zhang Cunyi replied without hesitation, "We must! Otherwise, why would we bother learning cultivation in the first place?"

The young man said timidly, "But, Boss, we're not a match for that Li Yundong. Last time..."

A look of defiance flickered in Zhang Cunyi’s eyes. He snorted, "I'll go back right now and ask my father for the Three Sovereigns Sword! Hmph, he was afraid I’d misuse it before, but this time I’ll use it to slay demons and uphold justice. Surely he won't stop me now? I refuse to believe that with the Three Sovereigns Sword in hand, I could still lose to Li Yundong!"

The young man immediately rejoiced. "Excellent! Then our Qingcheng Sect's chances at the Lotus Gathering this time just increased significantly!"

At almost the exact same moment, Li Yundong, having already flown to Dongwu City, was completely unaware that Su Chan and the little foxes had stirred up major trouble. Following the business card Du Fei had given him, he tracked down the location of the Quanzhen Dragon Gate Sect's company: the Dragon Gate Building in the Dongwu City Industrial Park.

Li Yundong arrived beneath the building and looked up. It was about twenty stories high, uniquely designed, and exceptionally grand. The two imposing characters, "Dragon Gate" (), at the very top were particularly striking.

Li Yundong inwardly marveled, As expected of the second-largest Daoist sect. To have such an imposing structure in this prime, expensive downtown area! Impressive, truly impressive!

Upon entering the building, Li Yundong saw the reception hall was lavishly decorated. The massive chandelier overhead shone brilliantly, like an inverted river of stars, dazzling the eye. Beneath his feet was a floor made of high-suspended glass panels, beneath which billowed misty vapor, giving the sensation of treading on clouds and entering a fairy realm.

While marveling internally, Li Yundong walked further in. After only a few steps, he heard a loud commotion near the front desk. Three elegantly dressed women were loudly confronting the receptionist. "No time again? Are you serious? The last time we came, you told us we needed an appointment, and when we asked, you said it was booked until the month after next! Fine, I'll come back the month after next. Isn't it the month after next now? And you’re telling me to come back again the month after next! Hey, is this how you treat people? Where is Du Fei? Tell him to come out. I bet he’s incompetent and afraid to take on our business!"

The receptionist was surrounded by the women. A hint of disdain flickered in her eyes, but she maintained a polite and respectful smile. She said, "Mrs. Li, Mrs. Ma, Mrs. Sun, we are not intentionally playing games with you, but the schedule is genuinely full, already booked until the month after next. Mr. Du is unavailable, and we have no alternative!"

Li Yundong glanced over and saw that Mrs. Li, draped in a mink coat, was clearly the leader. She looked around thirty-seven or thirty-eight, but thanks to excellent maintenance, she appeared closer to twenty-seven or twenty-eight. Though her figure was completely concealed by the heavy mink coat, one could still discern a delicate silhouette. Among the three women, she looked the youngest, her tone the sharpest, and the most brazen.

Mrs. Li loudly demanded, "I don't care! Show me the schedule. I refuse to believe that after coming twice, you’ve managed to push me back to the month after next. Are there really that many people?"

The receptionist smiled sweetly. "I apologize, Mrs. Li, but we have a policy; we cannot disclose Mr. Du's appointment schedule. It is his personal privacy."

Mrs. Li’s anger flared, and her voice grew loud enough to draw the attention of everyone in the lobby. "What do you mean you can't disclose it? I think you are playing games with us! We traveled thousands of miles from Tiannan City to Dongwu City because we heard your reputation! Is this how Du Fei treats us? Do you even know who I am?"

The receptionist smiled demurely. "I do. You are the fourth concubine of Shen Wancai, Chairman and CEO of Wancai Group, Mrs. Li. Am I correct?"

Hearing this, Li Yundong nearly burst out laughing.

So, she was an acquaintance—Shen Wancai’s fourth concubine... Mrs. Li? What kind of title was that? Since she was Shen Wancai’s wife, why wasn't she Mrs. Shen?

Li Yundong pondered for a moment, then quickly understood: Ah, a fourth concubine has no formal standing. She can’t be called Mrs. Shen like the primary wife, so she has to use her own surname, hence, Mrs. Li...

Realizing this, Li Yundong smiled faintly and thought to himself, To mock someone like that! That receptionist has a sharp tongue! Sharp indeed!

This title, "Mrs. Li," was clearly a sensitive spot for Shen Wancai's fourth wife. Usually, if someone addressed her that way, it was tolerable, but she never expected to be humiliated by a mere receptionist when she was used to throwing her weight around at home!

Fury instantly consumed Mrs. Li. Her anger was palpable; she trembled violently, pointing a shaking finger at the receptionist and stammering, "You, what did you just say? I demand to see your superior, Du Fei! I'm going to file a complaint against you!"

The receptionist’s expression remained unchanged; she still smiled elegantly. "Mrs. Li, you are certainly welcome to file a complaint. However, if you wish to complain about me to Mr. Du, you will need an appointment first!"

Mrs. Li’s voice instantly shot up an octave. "A complaint requires an appointment?!"

The receptionist smiled politely. "Yes. The schedule is already booked until the month after next!"

This statement finally made Li Yundong unable to contain himself, and he burst into loud laughter.

His laughter immediately drew hostile glances from Mrs. Li and her companions. Mrs. Li glared at Li Yundong and snapped angrily, "What are you laughing at? Who are you!"

Li Yundong suppressed his laughter, composed his expression, and said solemnly, "My surname is Li. Hello, Mrs. Li!"

This statement, in effect, cheekily took advantage of the wealthy lady. The receptionist couldn't help herself and let out a small snicker. The two women with Mrs. Li also suppressed their smiles, looking amused, but quickly regained their composure. Mrs. Sun spoke up in support, admonishing, "What nonsense is this! You shouldn't joke about such things!"

Li Yundong looked genuinely wronged. "How am I joking? My surname is Li..." With that, he smiled again at Mrs. Li. "Mrs. Li, isn't that right?"

The receptionist was struggling hard not to laugh, covering her mouth and looking away in secret amusement. Mrs. Li, however, was shaking with rage. She pointed at Li Yundong, her eyes askew with fury, and sputtered, "You, you, you little brat! Who do you think you are to dare humiliate me like that? You just wait!"

Then, pointing at the receptionist, she added, "And you, you wait too!"

Mrs. Li pulled out a mobile phone from her small purse and nervously dialed a number, muttering curses as she waited for the connection: "Fine, you have guts. You just wait and see!"

The receptionist glanced at Mrs. Li with deeply concealed contempt. She then turned back to Li Yundong and smiled. "Mr. Li, may I ask what business you have here?"

Li Yundong chuckled. "I'm looking for Du Fei."

Mrs. Li, who had just gotten through on the phone and was waiting for the line to connect, coldly interjected, "You need an appointment! If I can’t even get in, don't even dream about it!"

The receptionist ignored her, maintaining her smile as she asked, "Is this Mr. Du Fei? Do you have an appointment?"

Li Yundong smiled and shook his head. "No."

The receptionist offered an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, Mr. Li. Without an appointment, I cannot let you see Mr. Du. Perhaps you could register, and I can schedule you for a waiting number?"

Mrs. Li couldn't resist chiming in again. "It's already booked until the month after next!"

Li Yundong glanced at her, smiled, and shook his head at the receptionist. "Seeing Du Fei is this much trouble? That fellow—next time he comes to find me, I'll make him book an appointment and tell him to come back the month after next!"

Mrs. Li, overhearing Li Yundong’s casual tone—seeing Du Fei was almost impossible for ordinary people, yet he spoke of it like meeting a street vendor, implying he was granting Du Fei favor by visiting—couldn't help but scoff. "You? Why don't you take a good look at yourself in a puddle first? Who the heck are you?"

Li Yundong turned back, smiling politely. "I am Li Yundong, Mrs. Li. A pleasure, a pleasure..."

Mrs. Li realized she had been taken advantage of by this man again. She instantly choked with rage, her eyes nearly rolling back as she fainted.

At this moment, the receptionist suddenly widened her eyes, staring at Li Yundong, and asked tentatively, "Mr. Li, what did you say your name was... Li Yundong?"

Li Yundong smiled. "Mm, Li Yundong, whose clouds come from the East."

The receptionist became visibly agitated. She quickly rounded the front desk, and as if by magic, pulled out a notebook and a pen from behind her back. She smiled brightly. "You are the famous True Man Li? Oh my, I’ve admired you for ages! I thought you looked familiar! I’m such a huge fan—quickly, sign this for me?"

Li Yundong was stunned. He looked at the notebook and pen thrust toward him, asking bewilderedly, "What, what does this mean? You know me?"

The receptionist winked conspiratorially at Li Yundong and whispered, "Our Senior Brother Du Fei told us all about you! He praises you highly. And your battle on Tianlong Mountain made you famous overnight, and then you single-handedly stopped the heroes at Gezao Mountain—oh, listening to these stories makes my heart yearn! Ah, no matter what, you have to sign this for me! You’re the most talked-about person among our younger generation right now!"

Only then did Li Yundong understand. So this professional and beautiful receptionist was actually a cultivator!

But, but do cultivators even have celebrities they idolize? D