Chapter 19: Karma Perfection, President Su Completely Falls
Zhang Xuanyao walked towards him. With every step he took, tender green sprouts unexpectedly grew from the soil beneath his feet.
That was Life Qi forcibly suppressing the Death Qi.
"I am the Daoist Zhang Xuanyao."
"The last Temple Master of Qingfeng Temple."
Zhang Xuanyao walked up to the old man and looked down at him.
"I will take your pill."
"As for your life, Heaven will take it."
After saying this, Zhang Xuanyao stomped his foot violently.
"Seal!"
A bolt of heavenly lightning struck the blood well once again.
A roar of unwillingness ca from deep beneath the ground.
Imdiately after, the black mist that had been gushing out seed to be absorbed by a black hole, frantically retracting back into the well.
The dark purple soil at the mouth of the well quickly returned to its normal color.
Sunlight shone down upon the construction site once again.
The chill dissipated.
Zhang Xuanyao turned his head, looked at Su Qingge and Jiang Yuanshan, who were stunned, and waved his hand.
"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen immortals fighting before?"
"Old Jiang, I'll leave the rest to you. Fill in this well, and build a martyrs' morial or a temple on top to suppress the remaining resentnt."
"President Su, we haven't settled our accounts yet."
Zhang Xuanyao walked up to Su Qingge and held out his hand.
"That lightning strike from just now took a lot of energy."
"You have to pay extra."
Su Qingge looked at the man before her, who was radiating a faint golden light, her heart beating so fast it felt like it was about to jump out of her throat.
She grabbed Zhang Xuanyao's hand.
"Great Master... even if you want half the shares of Su Group, I will give them to you!"
Zhang Xuanyao's mouth twitched.
"Forget the shares. Please just buy a family bucket first."
"I'm so hungry I'm about to wither away."
...
Half an hour later.
In the most luxurious hotel suite in Heng City.
Zhang Xuanyao sat on the carpet without any regard for his image, with KFC fried chicken and cola spread all over the floor in front of him.
Su Qingge sat on the side, personally peeling shrimp shells for him. If the employees of Su Group saw her gentle appearance, they would surely resign en masse.
Jiang Yuanshan stood to the side, respectfully handing over tissues like an elentary school student.
"Junior Martial Uncle, I have already handed that evil cultivator over to the police."
"President Qin Hu has woken up. He said he wants to donate a golden statue to Qingfeng Temple and give you the usage rights to half of that land."
Zhang Xuanyao took a bite of a chicken leg and said vaguely, "I don't want the land. Have him convert the money into cash and transfer it to my temple's account."
"Alright, alright." Jiang Yuanshan nodded repeatedly.
Su Qingge brought the peeled shrimp to Zhang Xuanyao's mouth.
"Great Master, you saved all of Heng City. Is this Karma... very significant?"
Zhang Xuanyao stopped his movents and glanced at the System panel.
【Ding! Suppressed the Ten Thousand Corpse Pit, saved all the citizens of the city, obtained shock value: 100,000 points!】
【Congratulations Host, Heavenly Eye has upgraded to Level 2. Usage now consus less ntal Energy, and it can observe the more distant future and past.】
【System shop has been opened.】
He turned his head and looked at the admiring Su Qingge, suddenly feeling that this woman was quite pleasing to the eye.
"President Su."
"Great Master, please speak." Su Qingge straightened her back.
"Starting tomorrow, don't call Great Master."
Su Qingge was stunned, her eyes dimming slightly. "Then... what should I call you?"
Zhang Xuanyao took a sip of cola and let out a loud burp.
"Call Temple Master Zhang."
"After all, Qingfeng Temple is going to beco the number one Daoist temple in the world. As our 'Chief Sponsor,' your form of address needs to be professional."
Su Qingge's eyes lit up instantly.
"Yes! Temple Master Zhang!"
At this mont, this cold and aloof female CEO finally fell completely.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the presidential suite, the neon lights of Heng City began to flicker.
Inside the room, the scent of fried chicken and expensive aromatherapy weirdly mixed together.
Jiang Yuanshan was a sensible old man.
He glanced at Su Qingge, who was kneeling on the carpet handing cola to Zhang Xuanyao, and then at his Junior Martial Uncle, who was calmly gnawing on a chicken leg. His wrinkled old face instantly scrunched up like a chrysanthemum.
"Well, uh..."
Jiang Yuanshan rubbed his hands, tucked his compass into his chest, and shrank towards the door.
"I'm worried about the south side of the city; I still have to go supervise those brats filling in the well. That place is very ominous; if I don't go, they won't be able to hold down the fort."
Zhang Xuanyao didn't look up and spat out a chicken bone.
"Go ahead. Rember, before filling the well, sprinkle three catties of cinnabar and nine catties of quickli inside. When sealing the soil, have people face away from the well mouth and absolutely do not turn back to look."
"Got it!"
Jiang Yuanshan responded quickly.
"Also."
Zhang Xuanyao took a tissue handed over by Su Qingge and wiped his hands.
"Rember to urge President Qin Hu about that money. The golden statue of the Patriarch at Qingfeng Temple is peeling paint. If I don't fix it soon, the Patriarch will scold in my dreams tonight."
"Tomorrow! I'll have him transfer the money first thing tomorrow morning!"
Jiang Yuanshan patted his chest with a thud.
Afterward, he gave Su Qingge an extrely ambiguous look—the gaze of an elder looking at a granddaughter-in-law—which made Su Qingge's ears turn red.
"President Su, take good care of my Junior Martial Uncle. He... gets hungry easily."
Click.
The door closed.
In the spacious presidential suite, there were suddenly only two people left.
The air seed to beco thick at this mont.
Su Qingge didn't speak.
She still maintained her kneeling posture, holding the half-finished can of cola, her gaze like a fine net, tightly covering Zhang Xuanyao.
Even though this man still had oil stains on the corners of his mouth, and even though he was wearing that cheap, street-stall Daoist robe.
But in Su Qingge's eyes, he was more dazzling than anyone else in this world.
From the prophecy at the cliff's edge, to the life-saving pull in the police station lobby, and then to the lightning strike that destroyed the evil at the construction site in the south of the city just now.
Each and every one of these events was like a heavy hamr, smashing the materialist worldview Su Qingge had built over twenty-plus years into pieces, and then, upon these ruins, erecting a statue nad "Zhang Xuanyao."
"President Su?"
Zhang Xuanyao felt a little creeped out by the way she was looking at him.
He reached out and waved his hand in front of Su Qingge.
"Stunned? Although I am handso, I charge a fee. One hundred per look; for these ten minutes, you at least need to transfer ten thousand."
Su Qingge ca back to her senses.
She didn't take the bait about the money, but instead put down the cola, stood up, and walked to the wine cabinet.
She didn't turn on the lights.
Only the flowing city lights from outside the window spilled in, falling upon her rapidly rising and falling chest.
"Pop."
With a crisp sound, the red wine cork was pulled out.
Su Qingge poured two glasses of wine and carried them back.
She didn't sit back in her original spot, but instead sat directly on the sofa beside Zhang Xuanyao.
The distance was very close.
So close that Zhang Xuanyao could sll the faint scent of orchids on her, mixed with the tipsy aroma of red wine, drilling straight into his nose.
"Great Master."
Su Qingge handed the wine glass over, her voice slightly hoarse.
"Drink."
Zhang Xuanyao took the glass, swirled the crimson liquid, and looked at her with a half-smile.
"President Su, a man and a woman alone, drinking late at night. Are you trying to get drunk so you can welch on that five million in repair fees?"
"That is what you deserve."
Su Qingge tilted her head back and drank the red wine in her glass in one gulp.
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