Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group Chapter 1217 - 1192: Reward from Nezha

Ye Chen, breathing heavily, felt a distinct weariness set in. If any more celestial thunders of greater power had descended, he would have been unable to contend with them.

"Splendid! My disciple, you have successfully navigated the celestial thunder tribulation," Taoyi Immortal exclaimed with elation.

Shen Gongbao and Ao Bing watched with incredulous expressions. This individual clad in yellow robes had actually managed to dissipate such formidable celestial thunder.

They had initially presumed he would be obliterated along with Nezha, making this outcome entirely unexpected.

Defeated, utterly and completely defeated – Shen Gongbao and Ao Bing recognized the futility of any further attempts to alter the course of events.

With a face etched with exhaustion, Ye Chen slowly descended back to the earth.

Li and his wife turned to Ye Chen, expressing their gratitude. "Thank you, Great Immortal Deliveryman, for safeguarding our Nezha."

Upon witnessing the couple’s respectful bow, Ye Chen swiftly intervened to halt them.

Without the protection offered by Li and his wife, the inhabitants of Chentang Pass could not have enjoyed their current tranquility. The couple had endured immense sacrifices for this peace, even foregoing precious time with Nezha.

Ye Chen was deeply touched by their selfless devotion, feeling not only moved but also filled with profound admiration.

Taoyi Immortal regarded Ye Chen with sincere gratitude. "Thank you, Great Immortal Deliveryman, for rescuing my disciple."

As Nezha’s master, he experienced a deep sense of shame for his inability to assist his disciple during the tribulation.

However, he acknowledged this was not his failing; his mana was simply insufficient, and any attempt to intervene would have been ineffectual.

Ye Chen responded with a gentle smile. "Perhaps this was an fated encounter between Nezha and myself, allowing me to meet him and aid him in overcoming this tribulation."

Taoyi Immortal nodded in agreement and beckoned Nezha forward. "Nezha, this Great Immortal Deliveryman saved your life. He is your benefactor; quickly, express your thanks to him."

He mused that Ye Chen's words resonated; perhaps it was indeed destiny that brought them together on the very day of Nezha's tribulation, neither a moment too soon nor too late.

Nezha approached Ye Chen, a smile gracing his youthful features.

"Big brother, thank you for saving Nezha’s life."

Patting Nezha’s head, Ye Chen advised, "Nezha, you must heed your parents' words diligently; they are the ones who cherish you most."

Nezha nodded with maturity, feeling a pang of remorse for having misunderstood his parents earlier due to Shen Gongbao’s insidious influence.

With all matters now resolved, it was time for Ye Chen to depart.

Noticing Ye Chen’s intention to leave, Taoyi Immortal quickly called out, "Great Immortal Deliveryman, please wait a moment."

Upon hearing this, Ye Chen turned back and inquired, "Is there something you require?"

"It is this, Great Immortal Deliveryman. I perceive a profound connection between you and Nezha, a destiny perhaps ordained by heaven, that led you to assist him through his tribulation. I have a rather bold request," Taoyi Immortal stated to Ye Chen.

"Please, proceed," Ye Chen replied calmly.

"Given your significant connection with Nezha, I wish to ask if you would take him as your disciple," Taoyi Immortal proposed.

"Are you not Nezha’s master?" Ye Chen inquired.

"That is correct, but now that everything is settled, I must return to report to the Celestial Venerable," Taoyi Immortal explained with a slight frown.

An underlying reason for Taoyi Immortal’s request was Ye Chen's markedly superior mana compared to his own. He believed that Nezha, being exceptionally talented, would undoubtedly achieve great feats under the tutelage of such a powerful immortal.

Ye Chen, however, could not possibly accept Nezha as a disciple, particularly as he needed to return to the mortal world.

"No, the bond between Nezha and me concludes here; we cannot become master and disciple," Ye Chen stated unequivocally.

Unable to press his request further in light of Ye Chen’s firm refusal, Taoyi Immortal could only watch Ye Chen depart with a sense of longing.

Ye Chen mounted his motorcycle and rode back into the forest.

Before him, a wormhole materialized once more, and he stepped through it.

Soon, a bright light filled Ye Chen’s vision, signaling his return to the real world.

Abruptly, a system notification chimed in his mind.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the Worldwide Delivery order, receiving the Map of the Land and People."

"The Map of the Land and People!"

Ye Chen recognized this item as the spatial magical treasure that Taoyi Immortal had utilized for Nezha’s cultivation and training.

The Map of the Land and People encompassed a complete spatial realm. When wielded with the Pointing Mountains and Rivers Brush, the user becomes the sovereign of this domain. Within this space, the lands, mountains, and rivers of Jiuzhou are yours to depict and reshape. The Jiangshan Brush possesses the power to instantly manifest your desires, transforming the world according to your will.

This functionality bore resemblance to contemporary base-building simulation games, yet its potency far surpassed any virtual experience.

Ye Chen concluded that this particular order from Worldwide Delivery was exceptionally worthwhile; the reward was indeed a treasure beyond measure.

In fantasies once observed in films, he never imagined such a scenario would materialize in his own life.

Gazing upward at the expanse of a flawless sky, dotted with azure hues and fluffy white clouds, Ye Chen resolved to embark on a leisurely stroll, to soak in the tranquility of nature.

As he ambled along, his path was suddenly obstructed by a gathering throng a short distance ahead.

A sharp intuition signaled to Ye Chen that an event of significance was unfolding there.

He quickened his pace, and indeed, found a distressed individual poised to leap from a towering structure.

Below, a murmuring crowd engaged in conversation.

"Poor Wang Qiang," one remark began, "such a notable figure, reduced to ruins overnight."

"Worse than mere bankruptcy, he's drowning in insurmountable debt," another chimed in.

"To be an ordinary person is the true blessing; a simple existence is genuine happiness," a third lamented, "I couldn't endure such chaotic fluctuations."

"Precisely, wealth is secondary to living a joyful life."

It became apparent that among the onlookers, some recognized the figure contemplating a perilous act atop the building.

Ye Chen drew closer, inquiring, "Who is that up there?"

A bystander, noting Ye Chen's attire, responded with a dismissive tone, "A delivery runner, go about your tasks and don't meddle where you're not needed."

Unfazed by the condescending remark, Ye Chen recognized it as a common instance of judging others by their outward appearance.

A gentleman sporting spectacles nearby offered clarification, "That's the general manager of HSBC Company, Wang Qiang. He was once a celebrated figure in the business sphere, young and full of promise. Who could have foreseen that a sudden twist of fate would transform a billionaire business prodigy into a destitute soul overnight?"

Ye Chen acknowledged this information, realizing the man on the rooftop was a former classmate from university.

Their history, however, was not amicable, with Wang Qiang having previously disparaged him for his delivery job.

Despite their past, Ye Chen harbored no desire for Wang Qiang to meet such a tragic end.

He resolved to ascend the building and intervene, considering their shared history as classmates.

The bespectacled man attempted to convey further information, but to his surprise, Ye Chen had already vanished from his side.

At that precise moment, Ye Chen was racing towards the imposing structure, determined to reach the rooftop with the utmost haste.

Ye Chen feared that even a fleeting moment of utter despair for Wang Qiang might precipitate the fatal leap.

In such an event, his own actions would prove futile.