Ten thousand meters in the sky.
A pure black Gulfstream private jet cruised smoothly through the thick clouds.
The temperature inside the cabin was constant, and it was extremely quiet.
Su Qingxue sat on a leather sofa, her legs crossed.
In front of her was a slim laptop, where she was rapidly processing the industrial handover documents from Jinling.
Ling Shuang and Ling Xue stood on the left and right sides of the cabin door like two sculptures, their eyes closed as they rested.
Shen Fei sat in the independent aviation seat in the front row.
He held a glass of ice water in his hand, but his gaze was not focused on any object in the real world.
His eyes were staring at a translucent, faint blue light screen that only he could see.
"System, bring up the preliminary scanning report of the Children of Fortune in the Jingcheng area," Shen Fei issued a command in his mind.
[Ding!]
[Command received.]
[Loading the fortune map of the Jingcheng area... Loading complete.]
A mechanical, cold electronic voice sounded in his mind.
Immediately after, the light screen in front of him changed.
A massive and precise three-dimensional map appeared before Shen Fei's eyes.
It was a bird's-eye miniature of the entire Jingcheng.
And on this map, densely packed points of light flickered like stars.
Many.
Too many.
If the fortune pool of Jinling City was like a small puddle barely able to support a few loaches, then Jingcheng on this map was simply a nuclear test site with severe light pollution.
[Data statistics complete.]
[In the current area, the targets whose fortune fluctuation thresholds meet the system's inclusion standards total: 107 people.]
[Among them, Rank D to Rank B Children of Fortune (Unrated): 93 people.]
Shen Fei looked at those faint, tiny pillars of light that were like fireflies, seemingly ready to extinguish at any moment.
The system had attached short tags to these light pillars.
Divine tycoon cashback... goddess throwing herself at him... super scholar... invincible leak-picking king system, and so on. A whole bunch of trashy systems.
They were all just nouveau riche who suddenly became wealthy relying on low-level golden fingers, or showing off and slapping faces in some small circles.
"These are just bottom-tier leeks." Shen Fei's gaze was indifferent.
These people weren't even worthy of him taking action personally. Just sending a few grandmaster hidden guards, or applying a little pressure in business, would be enough to squeeze them completely dry, skin and bones alike.
What he really paid attention to were those thick pillars of light in the core area of the map.
[Rank A to Rank S Children of Fortune (Core Targets): 11 people.]
The color of these light pillars was deeper, and their light was more stable.
The tags gradually became more dangerous.
The return of the soldier king, the peerless divine doctor descending the mountain, the inheritor of ancient martial arts, the reborn financial tycoon...
These people already possessed the preliminary ability to contend with aristocratic families.
They either had extremely high personal martial prowess or possessed some kind of advanced commercial information.
But Shen Fei's gaze still did not linger.
He looked at the very center of the map, which was the power hub area within the Second Ring Road of Jingcheng.
There stood three extremely glaring golden pillars of light.
[Rank SS and above Children of Fortune (High-Risk Targets): 3 people.]
The system listed the preliminary information of these three targets.
In one of them, the phantom of clashing swords faintly emerged within the light pillar, indicating extremely prosperous martial arts fortune.
In another, the light pillar presented a bizarre deep purple color, and there was even a faint sense of spatial distortion around it.
"Martial arts, superpowers, or some other higher-level system?" Shen Fei took a sip of ice water.
The waters of Jingcheng were indeed very deep.
This place didn't just have money and power; it also hid the deepest extraordinary powers of this world.
[Warning: Detected abnormal fusion occurring in the fortune laws of this area.]
[System Suggestion: The host's current primary task is to consolidate the position as the head of the Shen family and control the highest secular power. Do not simultaneously provoke the hostility of multiple SS-rank Children of Fortune in the early stages.]
Shen Fei closed the system panel.
He drank the ice water in his cup in one gulp.
He never fought unprepared battles.
Although there were many fish in Jingcheng, they had to be killed one by one.
And the very first thing he had to do now was to trample all those disobedient old dogs within the Shen family to death.
"Young Master, we are preparing to land."
Ling Shuang opened her eyes, walked over, and reminded him in a low voice.
"Mm."
Shen Fei handed the water glass to her.
Outside the window, the thick clouds were torn apart.
An ancient, massive, and oppressive supercity sprawled on the horizon like a steel behemoth.
Jingcheng.
Fifteen minutes later.
The private jet taxied smoothly on the special-grade runway of the Jingcheng military airport.
The cabin door opened.
The cold wind, mixed with the dry chill of the north, fiercely poured into the cabin.
The temperature here was a full ten degrees lower than in Jinling.
Shen Fei stepped down the boarding stairs.
Su Qingxue, draped in a long black woolen coat, followed obliquely behind.
Ling Shuang and Ling Xue followed closely behind.
The moment they got off the plane.
An extreme air of solemn lethality rushed against their faces.
On the spacious tarmac, there were no noisy crowds or shuttle buses like in ordinary civil aviation airports.
There were only three pure black bulletproof Maybachs parked quietly at the end of the runway.
Their bodies were as heavy as armored vehicles, and their windows used top-tier one-way explosion-proof glass.
But what truly made people shudder was not the cars, but the license plates.
The license plates of all three cars featured gold lettering on a red background.
A special internal number segment.
In all of Jingcheng, there were only five families that possessed license plates of this number segment.
This was not just a pass.
In the territory of Jingcheng, this license plate meant absolute privilege, meant unimpeded passage under any state of martial law, and meant being able to ignore ninety-nine percent of traffic and security controls.
This was the state apparatus's tacit acknowledgment of a top-tier aristocratic family's profound foundation.
And in front of the motorcade.
A full platoon, thirty heavily armed guards, stood in the cold wind like a wall forged of steel.
They wore black combat uniforms without any insignia, holding loaded automatic rifles, their eyes as cold and sharp as knives.
These were not bodyguards.
They were special elites directly deployed from the garrison command.
The moment Shen Fei's feet stepped onto the concrete ground of the tarmac.
"Attention!"
The leading officer suddenly drew the sidearm from his waist, pointed the muzzle to the sky, and let out a hoarse roar.
Swish!
The thirty armed guards moved in perfect unison, their leather boots stomping heavily on the ground, producing a deafening muffled thud.
Everyone raised their hands simultaneously, giving an extremely standard military salute in Shen Fei's direction.
Their movements were crisp.
Carrying a strong scent of gunpowder and an aura of iron and blood.
There were no hypocritical pleasantries, no superfluous nonsense.
The salute of the soldiers was the highest level of welcome for the return to Jingcheng of this direct-line eldest young master of the Shen family.
This was the Shen family.
In Jinling, Shen Fei relied on a dimensional strike of personal martial prowess and intellect.
But in Jingcheng, what he was backed by was one of the most terrifying power entities of this empire.
"Let's go."
Shen Fei did not return the salute, merely nodding indifferently.
He strode toward the Maybach in the middle.
The officer quickly stepped forward and respectfully opened the heavy car door.
Shen Fei sat in the back row. Su Qingxue sat beside him.
Ling Shuang and Ling Xue respectively sat in the front and rear cars serving as the vanguard and rear guard.
The car doors closed.
The thirty guards quickly boarded the riot assault vehicles on the side.
Roar—
The Maybach's V12 engine let out a low roar.
Like a black arrow, the convoy drove out of the military airport, merging directly onto the capital's elevated expressway and speeding toward the core of the Second Ring Road.
Inside the car.
Su Qingxue looked out the window at the rapidly receding skyscrapers and the faintly visible red walls and yellow tiles in the distance.
Even though she had been at the helm of the Su Group for years and had seen her fair share of grand spectacles.
But at this moment, experiencing the terrifying privilege of this convoy tearing through the capital's streets—where even the traffic lights automatically turned green for them—her heartbeat still involuntarily quickened.
This was the power of the capital's top-tier circles.
The richest men and powerful elites of Jinling weren't even fit to carry their shoes here.
Shen Fei leaned back in his seat.
He didn't look at the scenery outside.
"Activate the Eye of Fortune. Deep Scan Mode."
As the command was issued.
The world before Shen Fei's eyes changed once again.
The towering buildings transformed into grayish-white lines.
In every corner of this colossal city, pillars of fortune in various colors were pulsing wildly.
He saw a food delivery e-bike passing along the service road under the overpass; a faint golden speck of light floated above the rider's head.
He saw the top floor of a premium office building in the distance, where a sharp, sword-shaped pillar of light shot straight into the clouds, surrounded by the forming fortune of a business empire.
He even saw further away, in the traditional courtyard alleyways, a bizarre black mist devouring the surrounding vitality, from which the faint, shrill wails of ghosts could be heard.
Beneath the veneer of prosperity, a bizarre array of system cheats and Children of Fortune were secretly biting and clashing with one another.
This was an arena for geniuses.
And a breeding ground for lunatics.
"Beep—"
The system issued a prompt.
[Current location has entered the sphere of influence of the Shen family.]
[Seven hostile or potentially hostile fortune targets detected within a five-kilometer radius of the host.]
Shen Fei withdrew his gaze.
The world before him returned to its normal colors.
The road ahead grew wider, and ancient alleyways along with heavily guarded security checkpoints began to appear frequently.
Inside the Second Ring Road, the Shen family's ancestral estate was almost here.
Shen Fei adjusted his posture, resting his intertwined fingers on his knees.
He looked at his own emotionless eyes in the rearview mirror ahead.
There was no excitement, nor was there any fear.
"Interesting."
Shen Fei's voice was incredibly soft, yet it carried a spine-chilling ruthlessness.
"What a massive fish tank."
The Maybach drove into a deep, secluded alley paved with bluestone slabs.
The towering walls blocked out the sunlight from outside.
Shadows descended.

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