Supreme Divine Physician in the City Chapter 1546: Wang Qianjun’s Scheme

Meanwhile, on the other side of the globe, in the city of Yanzi.

The night was as dark as spilled ink.

Wang Qianjun was seated in his study, leisurely sipping tea, projecting an image of absolute calm.

Amidst this profound quietude, a figure clad in black materialised silently and stealthily by his side.

Wang Qianjun placed his teacup down, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. "Was everything carried out smoothly?"

"Exceedingly smoothly," the man in black responded, his voice a low rumble. "Your strategies, Master, are impeccable; every piece is precisely where you intended. As predicted, Ye Xuan first journeyed to Ethiopia to rendezvous with Tyron. Alas, the Holy Mansion’s contingent of over a hundred formidable experts still failed to eliminate him. That outcome, however, would have been truly perfect."

"That Ye Xuan, after all, is the Black Emperor, having weathered innumerable battles and maintained an undefeated record for years. He is not a foe to be vanquished through brute force alone."

Wang Qianjun offered a faint smile. "In this grand design, I harboured no expectation of ending his life outright. Our objective is achieved as long as we render the hundreds of billions belonging to the Eastern Group useless, stripping them of all value."

The man in black remained silent, fully grasping Wang Qianjun’s elaborate scheme.

It was widely acknowledged that Ye Xuan was presently at the zenith of his power. To attempt his direct assassination would be an exercise in futility, a fact evidenced by his continued survival thus far.

Against such a peerless expert, cunning and stratagem were the only viable weapons.

The plan was to first shatter his resolve, and only then extinguish his life!

Once the Eastern Group crumbled, Ye Xuan’s spirit would be irrevocably broken. Coupled with prolonged suffering and exhaustion, his formidable strength would inevitably wane. At that juncture, any one of the Holy Mansion, the Zhao Family, or Qingcheng Mountain would possess the capability to dispatch him with relative ease.

Naturally, securing Ye Xuan’s demise *before* the Eastern Group’s collapse would be a supremely gratifying bonus, a contingency for which the Holy Mansion had strategically deployed numerous operatives across various locations.

"And what is Ye Xuan’s current activity?" Wang Qianjun inquired suddenly.

"The trio is en route to another nation within Ligasu," the man in black reported with a sneer. "Each individual clings to a semblance of hope. Perhaps they are already aware that their endeavours are futile, yet they persist in grasping at straws."

"It is commendable for the young to possess a fighting spirit," Wang Qianjun mused with a smile. "However, on this occasion, mere fighting spirit shall prove insufficient to alter the outcome."

"The Wang Family shall emerge victorious!" the man in black proclaimed with conviction.

The smile gracing Wang Qianjun’s lips broadened, a chilling glint flickering in his deeply set, dark eyes.

In his estimation, every move Ye Xuan made was unfolding precisely as foreseen. Given this, he could conceive of no conceivable reason for the Wang Family’s defeat.

Not a simple matter by any means.

Wang Qianjun’s gaze drifted to the black-and-white photographs adorning the wall, a pang of regret stirring within him. The Wang Family had endured substantial losses in their relentless pursuit to eradicate Ye Xuan.

Yet, after every tempest, a rainbow invariably follows.

In due course, the Wang Family would reclaim all that was lost and more!

...

Five days elapsed.

In the span of a mere five days, Ye Xuan’s family had traversed seven distinct countries, engaging with channel partners with whom prior arrangements had been made via telephone or electronic mail. To a man, without exception, they exhibited the identical stance as Tyron had.

Wherever Ye Xuan ventured, signs of conflict were evident.

Even Qiu Mengdie, who was managing the markets in America and Australia, conveyed identical intelligence—a parallel scenario had unfolded in America, where every promised channel partner not only disregarded the Black Emperor’s overtures but had also orchestrated ambushes, repeatedly igniting Chi Lian’s fury.

In the period preceding and following this, nearly a full week had passed, yet the Eastern Group had failed to secure a solitary cooperation agreement on schedule.

Since their departure overseas, during five complete days, Ye Xuan and his companions had relentlessly campaigned, scarcely affording themselves any genuine rest, and yet, they had demonstrably achieved nothing. This outcome was unequivocally unfavorable—or, at the very least, it appeared to be so.

Across the vast expanse of the ocean, Lin Tong and Liu Ying found themselves increasingly exasperated, voicing their condemnation of the duplicitous and faithless channel partners.

Only Ye Xuan maintained an unusual composure throughout the entire ordeal. He was constantly on the move with Lin Tong, traveling between nations daily. Should adversaries be encountered, he would engage them in combat; in their absence, he would amusingly entertain Little Cloud, exhibiting a casual demeanor as if utterly unconcerned by the overarching plan.

Lin Tong even began to entertain the possibility that Ye Xuan might indeed possess an ulterior strategy, as his conduct bore a striking resemblance to that of an individual who had resigned themselves to their fate, having abandoned all hope for a cure to a terminal affliction!

Naturally, Lin Tong abstained from pressing Ye Xuan for an explanation, understanding that in such a predicament, her sole course of action was to diligently execute her assigned duties, as further discourse would prove entirely superfluous…

Today marked the sixth day of their international sojourn.

Ye Xuan and Lin Tong encountered yet another insurmountable obstacle, experiencing an eighth situation mirroring the one with Tyron. At this point, Lin Tong’s composure finally began to falter. She resolved to temporarily suspend the search for channel partners, locating the most respectable nearby hotel in this notably impoverished nation to establish their temporary base.

The hotel within the Ligasu tribe was notably primitive when contrasted with other global locales. Despite Lin Tong selecting the most luxurious suite available, the interior's decor and general amenities were disappointingly basic and rather sparse.

However, Lin Tong, utterly worn out, lacked the inclination to dwell on such trivialities.

Upon the family of three entering their suite, Lin Tong felt as though every ounce of her vitality had been depleted. She slumped onto the coarse and unremarkable sofa, her complexion ashen and unwell.

Witnessing this, Ye Xuan's heart ached. "Wife, while accumulating wealth is undoubtedly important, you must prioritize your well-being. I urged you weeks ago to take a couple of days for rest, yet you stubbornly persisted until this very moment to finally concede."

As he spoke, Ye Xuan settled beside Lin Tong, gently taking her delicate and pliant leg into his grasp, commencing a soothing massage.

Initially, the sensation of Ye Xuan massaging her legs caused Lin Tong a degree of unease. Her pretty face flushed, yet she suppressed her natural inclination to pull away, allowing Ye Xuan to continue.

With a slight pout, Lin Tong expressed mild resentment, "Did you not state that all would proceed as initially charted? The original directive was to engage with all distribution partners within a ten-day timeframe, so how could I possibly falter in my efforts?"

"While that is accurate, plans are merely frameworks, and people are dynamic," Ye Xuan responded with a smile. "If we cannot conclude within ten days, we shall extend it to a fortnight, or perhaps visit fewer territories; such adjustments are entirely feasible."

"Words are easily spoken," Lin Tong countered. "So, how much rest do you propose we take?"

"Not an excessive duration, naturally. By tomorrow morning, our departure for the subsequent nation is scheduled," Ye Xuan added with a grin.

"Still intent on rushing?" Lin Tong playfully rolled her eyes.

She now saw through Ye Xuan's facade; his seemingly considerate words were merely empty pleasantries. He spoke of safeguarding her health, yet in truth, he still desired her to maintain her relentless pace.

Abruptly, Lin Tong found herself envying individuals like Ye Xuan and Chi Lian. If only she possessed their formidable strength, such constant travel would not be quite so debilitating...

A silent sigh escaping her, Lin Tong suddenly inquired, "My dearest, what is your genuine objective? Are you entirely confident in our ultimate success?"