Chapter 125 - 106: The Famous Opera Star of Pingjing, Yu Fengxian

Chapter 125: Chapter 106: The Famous Opera Star of Pingjing, Yu Fengxian

Yan Xun’s face instantly turned ashen, his chest heaving violently.

’When had I ever been treated like this?’

A low-born actor had actually dared to reject him to his face, and even compared him to a common peddler.

This was a blatant humiliation.

At the same time, Deng Ming heard the commotion and hurried in. The moment he saw Yan Xun’s incredibly foul expression, his heart sank. ’This is bad.’

"Boss Yan, Boss Yan, please calm down. We can talk about this...."

Deng Ming had to coax and pull, exhausting every pleasantry he knew, before he finally managed to usher this fiend out from backstage.

Outside the Guangle Building, under the cool night breeze, the anger on Yan Xun’s face slowly faded.

He suddenly smiled.

’Good. Very good.’

’Quite the actor, full of backbone.’

’But having backbone won’t solve everything.’

The greed in his eyes did not dissipate. Instead, it grew more intense, and was even tinged with a ruthless viciousness that would stop at nothing.

「The next day.」

At the Qingchun Troupe’s residence, Guan Sihai was in the courtyard, instructing his apprentices in their training.

A well-dressed young man, surrounded by a group of bodyguards in black, walked straight in.

Guan Sihai frowned and was about to step forward to inquire.

But the young man didn’t even glance at him. His gaze swept over the Qingchun Troupe’s dilapidated courtyard as if he were assessing the quality of a piece of merchandise.

Then he looked at Guan Sihai and, in a tone that brooked no argument, got straight to the point.

"You’re the Class Leader, Guan Sihai?"

"Name your price. This Qingchun Troupe of yours—I’m buying it."

Yan Xun’s tone was like someone picking out a cabbage at a street market, filled with casual arrogance.

Guan Sihai had lived for the better part of his life and had seen all sorts of people, but he had rarely encountered someone so brazen.

His expression turned cold. "You must be joking, sir. The Qingchun Troupe is the life’s work of several generations of my Guan Family. It is also a home to these children. It is not an object that can be measured in silver coins."

Tie Dan, Chunyan, and the others who were practicing in the courtyard all stopped. One by one, they silently walked over to stand behind their master, glaring angrily at Yan Xun.

To this, Yan Xun just sneered.

He paid no mind to Guan Sihai’s words, and even less to this pack of poor brats.

In his eyes, there was nothing in the world that money couldn’t buy. If there was, it just meant the price wasn’t high enough.

"Old Class Leader, don’t be so quick to refuse." As he spoke, Yan Xun pulled a thick stack of silver notes from his robes and tossed it casually onto the stone table in the courtyard.

"These are silver notes totaling ten thousand Oceans. It’s enough for you and your apprentices to live the rest of your lives without a care in the world."

Ten thousand Oceans was a considerable sum, but Guan Sihai didn’t even blink. He just said calmly, "Boss Yan, you may understand business, but you don’t understand opera, and you certainly don’t understand our Peach Garden Lineage."

At this, Guan Sihai straightened his back and said, each word landing with force, "This Qingchun Troupe is our root. A person cannot live without their roots. No matter how much money you have, you can’t buy the backbone of us Liyuan people!"

"Master is right!"

"We’re not selling!"

The smile on Yan Xun’s face froze, and his eyes turned cold and sinister.

He never thought that after offering such a high price, he would be publicly rejected by the Class Leader of a small Opera Troupe.

As his anger surged, Yan Xun laughed. "Good, what fine Liyuan backbone! I’d like to see just how hard those bones of yours really are!"

Guan Sihai didn’t yield an inch, retorting coldly, "We disciples of the Liyuan kneel to heaven, to earth, and to our ancestors. We do not kneel to malicious patrons who throw their weight around. Boss Yan, please leave. The Qingchun Troupe does not welcome you!"

"We’ll see about that!"

Thoroughly enraged, Yan Xun turned to leave.

"Wait. Take your filthy money with you," Guan Sihai said coldly, pointing to the stack of silver notes on the table.

"Hmph!" Yan Xun snatched the silver notes and left with a flick of his sleeve.

Watching his retreating figure, Guan Sihai’s expression grew solemn.

He knew very well that this man was definitely not after the Opera Troupe. After all, the Qingchun Troupe had previously been just an obscure little troupe with little value.

So his true target was obvious: Chen Ye.

And that was precisely what worried Guan Sihai the most.

"Tell everyone not to go out for a while. Everyone is to stay put in the Opera Troupe. Also, arrange for people to take turns on watch at night to prevent any troublemakers from taking advantage of the situation," Guan Sihai said in a low, serious voice.

Tie Dan and the others nodded hastily. "Yes, Master!"

Meanwhile, after leaving the Qingchun Troupe, Yan Xun immediately began to move against Chen Ye, Guan Sihai, and the others.

But he soon discovered that the matter was far more troublesome than he had imagined.

The local thugs and Government Office clerks he sought out all shook their heads like rattle-drums the moment they heard he wanted to deal with the Immortal, Chen Ye.

"Eldest Young Master Yan, it’s not that we don’t want to give you face, it’s just... that man, we can’t afford to provoke him!"

"You’re from out of town, so you probably don’t know. That Eldest Young Master Li, Li Kang, provoked Boss Chen before. How he went mad, how he died... no one’s figured it out yet. And Mr. Lu and Chief Qi of the Six Gates are both protecting him!"

What gave Yan Xun an even bigger headache was that Chen Ye’s reputation in Sea Guardian Guard was at its zenith, especially among the wealthy madams and young ladies of high society, who practically worshipped him as a god.

Individually, these women might not seem significant, but the families they married into and the families they were born into all came together to form a vast network of connections that covered the entire upper echelon of Sea Guardian Guard society.

Anyone who dared to touch Chen Ye would be making an enemy of every madam and young lady in the entire city.

After being rebuffed at every turn, Yan Xun finally realized that Chen Ye’s roots in Sea Guardian Guard were deep and tangled. He was not someone an outsider like him could easily shake.