184: The Money Gang changes its name and takes control of gangs around the world!

One could kill simply by writing.

If Lu Jiuyuan had harbored killing intent just now, Shangguan Jinhong's heart 脈 would have shattered, and he would have died!

Silence!

A deathly silence!

All the hall masters and branch leaders, including Jing Wuming, saw those seven characters, and were all so frightened that their Souls Flew Away and Spirits Scattered, their hands and feet turning cold.

What kind of martial arts was this? What kind of control was this?

What kind of… power was this?

To write a declaration of his own invincibility on Shangguan Jinhong's back without him even realizing it!

This was even more despair-inducing than directly defeating him, or even killing him!

Shangguan Jinhong held the piece of cloth, his hands trembling violently and uncontrollably.

His face turned from green to white, then from white to red, and finally to a deathly gray.

He had pursued invincibility and control his entire life, yet he had been defeated so thoroughly, so humiliatingly, in the martial arts he was most proud of!

"Poof––!"

Overcome by anger, his Qi and blood surged, and a mouthful of fresh blood suddenly spurted from Shangguan Jinhong's mouth, his body swayed a few times, almost collapsing to the ground.

Jing Wuming suppressed his pain and rushed forward to support him.

Shangguan Jinhong pushed Jing Wuming away, staring intently at Lu Jiuyuan, his eyes filled with an extremely complex mix of anger, unwillingness, shock, disbelief,

and finally, all of it transformed into deep despondency and an indescribable… bewilderment.

He had lost.

He had lost wholeheartedly, without any suspense, losing the Golden Money Gang and also the pride he had always held.

He was completely broken!

Lu Jiuyuan watched him quietly, with no hint of a victor's triumph in his eyes, only a profound calmness.

He stepped forward to the very front and sat on the Chief's seat.

"Now," Lu Jiuyuan's gaze swept across the entire hall, and everyone whose eyes he met instinctively lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at him.

"I shall take charge of the Golden Money Gang. Who agrees? Who opposes?"

His voice was not loud, but it carried an irresistible authority.

In the dead silence, someone was the first to kneel, shouting loudly: "Greetings, Chief!"

Like the first domino falling, with a clatter, within the hall, everyone except Shangguan Jinhong, Jing Wuming, and the injured A Fei,

all knelt on one knee, cupped their fists, and shouted, their voices merging into one:

"Greetings, Chief!"

The wave of sound echoed like a tide within the empty and oppressive Hall of Wealth and Righteousness.

The high-ranking members of the Golden Money Gang knelt on the ground, their heads bowed low, offering their loyalty to the azure-clad figure seated in the center of the hall.

At this moment, there was no longer Chief Shangguan, only Gang Leader Lu!

Shangguan Jinhong stood in the middle, his eyes dazed, his face ashen, still in a state of self-imposed isolation, not having recovered.

Jing Wuming held him tightly, and for the first time, intense fluctuations appeared in his ashen eyes—a sense of bewilderment and helplessness after the collapse of his faith.

His sword was still dripping blood, but his world seemed to have collapsed with Shangguan Jinhong's fall.

Lu Jiuyuan's gaze slowly swept over the kneeling crowd, finally resting on Shangguan Jinhong and Jing Wuming.

His eyes remained calm, without joy or sorrow, as if he had merely completed a trivial matter.

"Zhuge Gang."

"Your subordinate is here!" Zhuge Gang immediately responded, his posture humble.

"Take the old Chief to rest, and ensure he is well cared for. No one is to disturb him without my command."

Lu Jiuyuan's voice was indifferent, yet it carried an undeniable authority.

"Yes, Chief!"

Zhuge Gang rose and made a gesture for Shangguan Jinhong to follow, his attitude still respectful, but his tone was distinctly different: "Old Chief, please."

"Old… Chief?" Shangguan Jinhong suddenly raised his head, staring intently at Lu Jiuyuan, his lips moving as if he wanted to say something,

but in the end, all words turned into an extremely weary sigh, as if all his spirit and energy had been drained.

He broke free from Jing Wuming's support and stood steadily on his own, though he swayed, he still straightened his back, taking a deep look at Lu Jiuyuan.

He did not utter another word, turned, and walked step by step, extremely slowly yet with abnormal determination, towards the back hall.

Each step seemed to exhaust a lifetime's worth of strength.

Jing Wuming, without hesitation, endured the severe pain in his shoulder blade and silently followed behind Shangguan Jinhong,

like the most loyal shadow, never leaving his side, even if his master had fallen from grace.

Their figures disappeared into the shadows of the side door.

Lu Jiuyuan withdrew his gaze and looked again at the kneeling crowd.

"You may all rise."

"Thank you, Chief!"

Only then did the crowd dare to rise, standing with hands clasped, not daring to breathe loudly, awaiting the new master's instructions.

"The name Golden Money Gang is too petty. To dominate the Martial Forest just for money is truly disgraceful.

The name will be changed to World Society, the Supreme of the Martial Forest, overseeing all societies Under Heaven."

"Yes, Chief!" The crowd shouted in unison!

"Han Zhen."

"Your subordinate is here!" Han Zhen immediately stepped forward, bowing to receive orders. His heart was filled with excitement, knowing that his move was the right one!

"Effective immediately, you will temporarily assume the position of General Manager, to organize gang affairs and check the roster. As for those with disloyal intentions, who feign compliance while acting otherwise,"

Lu Jiuyuan paused, his voice slightly cold, "You know what to do."

"Your subordinate understands! I will not fail the Chief's trust!"

Han Zhen's heart tightened, and he quickly responded solemnly. This was trust, but also a test; he had to handle it cleanly and efficiently.

"Gao Xingkong, Yan Shuangfei."

"Your subordinates are here!" The two rushed forward.

"Consolidate the various halls and appease the people. Anyone who takes advantage of the situation to cause trouble will be executed without mercy."

"Yes, Chief!"

The two accepted the order, and feeling the decisive murderous intent in his words, a chill ran down their spines.

Lu Jiuyuan's gaze then turned to You Longsheng and the injured A Fei.

"You Longsheng, take A Fei for treatment, use the best medicine."

"Don't worry, Ninth Brother!" You Longsheng nodded and immediately helped A Fei.

Although A Fei's face was pale, his eyes were still sharp. He glanced at Lu Jiuyuan and said in a low voice: "I'm fine."

Lu Jiuyuan nodded slightly.

Finally, his gaze fell upon the nine women standing quietly to the side.

"Yun Chang."

"This servant is here." Yun Chang bowed gracefully.

"Organize the internal affairs. This main headquarters needs a change of atmosphere."

"As you command, Master." Yun Chang responded softly, a glimmer of eagerness shining in her eyes.

One clear command after another was issued, and in an instant, he firmly held the authority of this largest gang in the Jianghu, beginning an orderly takeover and reorganization.

Everyone present was awestruck. This new Chief was not only unfathomably skilled in martial arts, but his methods were also as swift as thunder, definitely not someone to be trifled with.

Once the people dispersed one by one, he was the only one left in the entire hall.

He took two items from his embrace.

A Flying Dagger as thin as a willow leaf, shimmering with a faint, melancholic cold light in the dim illumination.

A thin, nameless Secret Manual.

His finger gently caressed the cold blade of the Flying Dagger, his gaze deep, as if through it, he saw the figure of that man, who had lived his entire life in pain and righteousness, coughing blood and falling.

"The Little Li Flying Dagger has become a legend, there is no longer Li Xunhuan in the human world…"

He whispered softly, his voice only audible to himself.

Then, he recalled those seven characters, those seven characters imprinted on Shangguan Jinhong's back,

words that declared the end of one era and the beginning of another.

"I am invincible in the human world…"

A cold and lonely arc slowly formed at the corner of his lips.