I Become The Richest Man With A monthly Salary of Twenty Thousand Yuan-Chapter 559 - 450: You’re Not Worthy_2

But soon, someone who had some slight contact with the upper echelons of Jinling gasped in surprise.

"No, among those kneeling, there are people from Qiu’s Group!"

"Wait, look at the one on the very edge, isn’t that the Luo Family Head? Why is this whole group kneeling to a young man?"

Listening to the many voices around him, Xia Liang remained expressionless. He glanced at his watch and then finally spoke.

"What happened yesterday is in the past. If you really want to make me angry, you can keep kneeling."

Xia Liang’s words grew icy.

Hearing this, the faces of the families turned deathly pale, and they all scrambled to their feet. Holding numerous gifts in their hands, they were at a loss for words.

"Master Xia, our families pooled some money together," one of them began. "It isn’t much, just one hundred Yuan, but we were hoping..."

Seeing this, the fortune teller beside Xia Liang was dumbfounded. One hundred Yuan, not much? Who are you trying to fool?

Xia Liang simply waved his hand and said, "Use this money to do good deeds."

"Alright." The people nodded continuously.

After he finished speaking, Xia Liang’s gaze left his watch and shifted toward a certain part of the park. Just then, a commotion rippled through the crowd.

Not far away, a middle-aged man with the appearance of a Daoist slowly made his way toward Xia Liang. The members of the other families present were also startled, recognizing the man instantly. Even the fortune teller beside Xia Liang paused.

"Daoist Wang?"

Apparently, this man had quite a reputation in Jinling.

The man seemed oblivious to everyone else, walking straight up to Xia Liang and handing him an invitation.

"I’ve heard that Master Xia possesses heaven-defying power—the ability to change fate and control the weather. A few of my Daoist friends and I would be honored to witness it. I wonder, is Master Xia free tomorrow?"

Xia Liang accepted the invitation, a smile playing on his lips.

"Of course I have time. The question is, are you prepared?"

「The next day.」

On a ring road highway in a Jinling suburb, Xia Liang sat in the back of a stretch Lincoln, gazing at the scenery outside. After he accepted the invitation yesterday, the group had sent a car to pick him up first thing this morning.

The invitation had come not from an individual, but an organization. The Jinling elite usually referred to it as the Jinling Daoist Association. Within the Daoist Association were several diviners, Daoists, and monks, all of whom were masters who had already made a name for themselves in Jinling.

But in reality, they were nothing more than a group of charlatans.

Xia Liang had known about this organization in Jinling since his time at Jinhai Pier. Initially, he’d held some hope, thinking there might be a true expert among them. But a quick calculation revealed the truth about its members: they were just a bunch of swindlers. They would do or say anything for money, and kindness had nothing to do with them.

Xia Liang had also checked the fate trajectories of these people for the next thirty days, so he already knew everything that was going to happen today. Therefore, he had made some simple preparations.

These people thought they had prepared a treacherous banquet for him, a modern-day Feast at Hongmen. In reality, the trap was for them.

Tapping a transparent box in his pocket, Xia Liang closed his eyes to rest.

Over ten minutes later, the Lincoln finally stopped outside a rural villa. Seeing the dozen or so luxury cars already parked outside, Xia Liang smiled.

"Looks like today is going to be quite lively."

Aside from the few ’masters’ from the Daoist Association, many of Jinling’s upper-class members and high-ranking officials were also present, all invited by the association.

After getting out of the car, a Daoist priest at the entrance slowly walked toward Xia Liang. This priest was Wang Daoyuan, the man who had delivered the invitation the day before.

"I’m surprised you had the nerve to actually show up, Master Xia. I assume you’ve made a decision about our offer in the invitation."

"I don’t know what you’re talking about," Xia Liang replied with a faint smile. "I threw the invitation away without opening it."

Wang Daoyuan was taken aback for a moment, and then his voice grew low. "We wanted to give you a chance, an opportunity to join us. We could make money together and share the fame. But it seems you’re not interested."

"Join you?" Xia Liang scoffed. "You’re not worthy!"

"Not worthy?" Wang Daoyuan laughed. "You seem quite confident, Master Xia. But I’m afraid that after tomorrow, no one in all of Jinling will even remember your name!"

With that, Wang Daoyuan turned and started toward the villa’s backyard. "This way, Master Xia. We’ve been waiting for you!"

A few steps later, they arrived in the villa’s backyard. It was quite spacious, and a crowd had already gathered on the lawn.

"Master Xia has arrived," Wang Daoyuan announced with a laugh before whispering something into an elder’s ear.

The elder glanced at Xia Liang and let out a cold chuckle.

Through the System, Xia Liang already knew this man was Yuan Daozi, the head of the Daoist Association.

Meanwhile, the high-society guests from Jinling quickly gathered around Xia Liang.

"I never expected the Daoist Association to invite you, Master Xia! It’s a pleasure to finally meet you!"

"So you’re Master Xia? I’ve been trying to find you, but I had no idea where you were."

"I’m good friends with the Fang Family, so I’ve heard the stories about you, Master Xia. I never thought I’d get to meet you in person."

"You’re so young, Master Xia! Are you married, by chance? I have a daughter about your age!"

Because the incident with the Wu Family had caused such a stir, these people had all made a point to learn about the events in Shenhai City. That was why they treated Xia Liang with such great respect.

On the other side of the yard, several members of the Daoist Association watched Xia Liang coolly.

"Laugh while you can," one of them muttered. "We’ll see how long it takes for you to be utterly humiliated."

"Ladies and gentlemen!"

Seeing that the time was right and everyone had arrived, Yuan Daozi addressed the crowd, his voice instantly capturing their attention.

"Like all of you, I have heard about the events in Jinhai and hold the utmost respect for Master Xia," he began. "Seeing him for the first time today, it’s clear the saying ’heroes come from the young’ is true. However..." Yuan Daozi sneered. "...I do wonder whether Master Xia truly possesses great skill, or if he’s merely a common charlatan."

The surrounding guests were taken aback by his words. They hadn’t known Xia Liang would be attending, and they could now sense the tension between the two men.

After speaking, Yuan Daozi picked up a wine cup from a nearby table and filled it to the brim.

"In any case, I will first offer a toast to Master Xia, though I wonder if Master Xia is worthy of accepting it!"

WHOOSH!

With that, Yuan Daozi flung the wine cup at Xia Liang. The cup carved an elegant arc through the air, not spilling a single drop.

A smirk touched Yuan Daozi’s lips. They had tampered with the cup, making it impossible to catch. The wine was guaranteed to spill all over Xia Liang’s hands. With this first move, Yuan Daozi intended to immediately put Xia Liang in his place.

But as the wine cup drew closer, Xia Liang showed no intention of catching it. Just as the cup was about to reach him, he simply sidestepped, letting it fly past.

Then, Xia Liang spoke slowly.

"You are not worthy of offering me a toast!"

CRACK.

The cup flew past Xia Liang and shattered on the ground.

Yuan Daozi stared, stunned for a moment before his gaze turned cold. He hadn’t expected Xia Liang to be even more arrogant than he’d imagined. He hadn’t even tried to catch it.

The other guests were also stunned. Although Xia Liang’s fame had skyrocketed over the past couple of days, this was Yuan Daozi—the most famous master in Jinling, a man who had been renowned for decades. And Xia Liang had just told him he wasn’t worthy of proposing a toast?