I Become The Richest Man With A monthly Salary of Twenty Thousand Yuan-Chapter 611 - 441: The Movie

The faces of the surrounding guests were instantly filled with shock, their mouths agape. Although they had all heard rumors about Xia Liang in Jinling, seeing it with their own eyes was still somewhat unbelievable.

"With a single stroke, he takes a person’s life. Master Xia truly is the Living King Yama."

"He has the power of an Immortal and the ability of King Yama. When I get home, I’m going to set up an altar for Master Xia."

Among these guests, a few people’s complexions gradually turned pale. They, too, had just heard Xia Liang’s words: He Wei had disrespected him and met this fate. These same people had just been deceived by Zeng Long and had even thought Xia Liang was a fraud. They feared that if Xia Liang decided to hold it against them, they would not meet a good end either.

In truth, Xia Liang paid them no mind, allowing them to kneel to him from a distance.

After He Wei received his just punishment, Xia Liang glanced at He Youling beside him. He pondered for a moment before taking out a second Lifespan Talisman.

Upon seeing the Lifespan Talisman, the other guests in the garden couldn’t help but tremble. They didn’t know what Xia Liang intended to do as he slowly turned the Lifespan Talisman over and wrote He Youling’s name on the white side. Only then did he speak.

"Thank you for your hospitality these past few days, Elder He. I had a wonderful time. I also know the real reason you sought me out in the first place."

Upon hearing this, He Youling’s body trembled. His eyes were fixed on the Lifespan Talisman in Xia Liang’s hand, his expression filled with immense excitement.

"D-does Master Xia mean... you’re going to extend my lifespan?" he asked, his voice trembling.

"Yes."

Xia Liang smiled faintly and nodded. When the other guests heard this, they all crowded around, their faces full of excitement and curiosity.

Xia Liang then slowly made three strokes on the Lifespan Talisman in his hand. "I stayed in the He Family for three days, so I’ll gift you three years of life."

As soon as Xia Liang finished speaking, everyone saw black strands of hair begin to sprout from He Youling’s white locks. The wrinkles on his face began to smooth out, and even his vital energy and spirit rose considerably.

However, the transformation wasn’t as exaggerated as most people had expected. Apart from the newly grown black hair, He Youling’s face looked much the same as before. After all, Xia Liang had only granted him three years of life, and He Youling’s appearance hadn’t changed much in that time. The emergence of those strands of black hair was already a monumental change.

Even so, the other guests could hardly contain their excitement. Countless pairs of eyes gazed at Xia Liang, their looks betraying a hint of madness.

Many of the attendees at today’s banquet were the heads of other families, most of them in their seventies or eighties. They were also self-aware. Master Xia only granted He Youling three years of life. If it were us, we probably wouldn’t even get a single day. He might even reduce our lifespans for disbelieving him just moments ago.

So, while everyone was thrilled, for a time no one dared to speak.

After doing all this, Xia Liang checked the time and saw it was time to go. He bid farewell to He Youling, then slowly turned and started walking down the mountain. He had just finished his meal and decided to go for a leisurely walk.

In the glow of the setting sun, Xia Liang’s steps were calm and graceful, like an immortal walking with unhurried, unwavering purpose.

Watching Xia Liang’s retreating figure, He Youling couldn’t help but kneel again.

Around him, all the guests in the garden knelt, facing the direction Xia Liang had gone. Because today, they had witnessed a true Immortal.

A few moments later, Xia Liang’s figure gradually disappeared from everyone’s sight. But for a while, no one stood up. They all remained kneeling on the ground. Only a few young people and Wu Tong did not kneel.

「Meanwhile.」

One of He Youling’s sons parked his car outside the He Family Ancestral Home. He was instantly dumbfounded to see a large crowd kneeling in the garden. He witnessed the entire elite of Haojiang kneeling in a single direction.

Perhaps only a true Immortal could make them act this way.

He hurriedly got out of the car and ran over to help He Youling up.

"Father, Uncle Li, Big Brother, what’s going on? Why are you all kneeling on the ground? Where is Master Xia? Why is he gone?"

This person had been delayed by business and had only just arrived at the ancestral home, only to be greeted by this extraordinarily bizarre scene.

Only then did the many figures in the garden slowly begin to stand up.

Elder He waved his hand, gazed in the direction where Xia Liang had left, and offered no explanation.

The people in the garden exchanged looks, the shock in their eyes not yet fully dissipated. But it was clear that a hint of relief had also appeared in the eyes of many. Although Xia Liang hadn’t done anything to them while he was there, his every action and glance had left them immensely intimidated, sometimes even afraid to speak. Now that he had left, they naturally felt much more at ease.

As for their act of kneeling, nobody felt there was anything improper about it. After all, the people here were the absolute elite of Haojiang.