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"Hey, why does this guy get to go in right away? I've been waiting for so long. Do you know who I am? Out of respect for the practitioner, I never ask for special treatment, but now you're letting someone cut in front of me? Hmph."
On the second floor of the club, in an elegantly decorated waiting room, a man in his thirties exuded confidence and sharpness. He wore an unhappy expression as he addressed the security guard leading Yang Xiaoyou inside.
He completely ignored the subtle tugging from a companion beside him.
At his age, achieving such success without relying on family, he had always dismissed the idea of fate and looked down on superstitions.
However, not long ago, after accompanying a business partner to this place, he had come to genuinely respect the scholarly President.
Though he still found it hard to fully believe in such notions, he acknowledged that traditional scholarship had its merits and reasons for enduring through time.
Because of this, although he was also a member and had paid substantial fees, he did not share the same sense of reverence as others; he spoke his mind freely.
His words caused a flicker of embarrassment on the security guard's face. He rarely allowed anyone to cut in line directly but had occasionally done so under special circumstances. He had never encountered someone who openly criticized him like this before and was unsure how to respond.
Being overly forceful wasn't out of the question, but as a security guard at the Daoist Association headquarters, he valued his integrity. He couldn't bring himself to act like a bully after already bending the rules.
Seeing such complications arise at this moment, Yang Xiaoyou felt no desire to waste more time; he wasn't here to save someone like this fool.
As his frustration boiled over, he harnessed the collective auspicious aura of the club and used his high Spirit Realm and powerful analytical abilities to make subtle adjustments without even using any magical tools.
In an instant, he reversed the auspicious aura into something ominous. The shift from fortune to misfortune reflected in his gaze struck directly into Liang Sheng's mind.
To Liang Sheng, it felt as if the entire world lost its brightness in that moment; he was completely isolated from everything around him. What had initially brought him peace and clarity now felt like a plunge into hell!
The stark contrast nearly drove him mad!
From one extreme to another!
Despair, loneliness, helplessness—all sorts of negative emotions flooded over him, filling his heart. For a moment, he even felt an overwhelming urge to end it all.
If he could control his body at that moment, he might have drawn a knife against his throat.
"One should spare others when possible. Why resort to total annihilation?"
Just when Liang Sheng was on the verge of a mental breakdown, a resonant Ancient Voice suddenly echoed in this despairing world, as if pulling him back from the depths of hell.
The scene before him gradually shattered and slowly returned to the familiar setting of the resting area.
As soon as he arrived, he felt dizzy, darkness clouding his vision. He then collapsed onto the ground, gasping for fresh air.
As he gradually regained his senses, astonishment filled his eyes. He had previously accepted some aspects of traditional scholarship, but he never imagined it could reach such an extreme.
His mind was not dull; now that he thought back, he realized it was triggered by a mere glance exchanged with that young man!
If it weren't for that sudden voice at the end, he couldn't bear to imagine what would have happened to him!
The torment he had experienced was something he never wanted to encounter again in this lifetime! The suffering from physical pain was nothing compared to that kind of mental scourge!
Meanwhile, the other members waiting beside him were completely bewildered. Even the middle-aged man who had been trying to pull and remind the young man only felt that the comfortable environment around them had vanished in an instant.
At that moment, the tightly shut door at the front swung open. An elderly man in his fifties, dressed in a Zhongshan Suit and looking spirited, stepped out first.
As soon as this person appeared, both the Security Uncle and the waiting members were taken aback.
"The President actually came out personally?"
"What kind of person is this? I heard that when the current one came to visit the President, he didn't even come out to greet him."
Ignoring the buzzing comments below, the elderly man fixed his gaze intently on Yang Xiaoyou.
"Wuwei Dao Friend, your place truly harbors hidden talents. Just now, without using any tools or arrangements, you managed to transform Auspicious Aura into another extreme. It was simply a stroke of genius. I must admit my inferiority; everyone knows that extremes lead to opposites, yet knowing is easy while doing is hard."
After the elderly man stepped out, a middle-aged man in his forties followed closely behind. Compared to the calm demeanor of the elderly man, this man was clearly much more animated.
"President, it's like this: this gentleman was introduced by the Old President," said the Security Uncle awkwardly upon seeing the President emerge.
The usually composed Wuwei Daozhang only showed a hint of fluctuation on his face after hearing those words.
"Introduced by the teacher? Well, may I have a word with this fellow Daoist?"
After saying this, he led Yang Xiaoyou into the opened door, and at that moment, no one dared to voice any objections.
Once the two entered, a man in his forties who had initially followed them also stepped inside and closed the door behind him.
At this time, the discussions outside began to escalate uncontrollably, with many people gathering around the pale-faced Liang Sheng to inquire about what was happening.
"Fellow Daoist Yang Xiaoyou, I am honored to meet you, Wuwei Senior." Unlike the fierce display of power from outside that had shaken the gathering, once inside, Yang Xiaoyou respectfully positioned himself.
Regardless of the circumstances, he would not forget the help he received from Senior Yuan Fangzi in the past, so he would not act too recklessly here.
"There's no need for titles like 'senior' or 'junior.' With that move you just made, I must admit I fall short. If you hadn't stopped in time, I wouldn't have been able to force him awake either. In terms of skill, it wouldn't be inappropriate for me to call you 'senior,' but let's consider ourselves equals for now," Wuwei Daozhang said with a smile, shaking his head.
He then sighed somewhat wistfully.
"Although my teacher has passed away, I still recognize the legacy he left behind. I wonder what brings you here today."
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