Chapter 20 – Am I familiar with Zhao Gou?

Chapter 20 – Am I familiar with Zhao Gou?

"Wu Die wouldn't betray me; there must be some hidden reason."

"Yes... she must be trying to enchant Meng Qingzhou, to control his thoughts and mind..."

Zhao Gou forced a smile, but his face grew darker and darker until he couldn't hold back and burst out:

"But the assassination target is sitting right in front of you, completely unguarded, with no one else around. What the hell are you enchanting him for?!"

"Just slit his throat and take his head!"

Zhao Gou felt uneasy, his eyes bloodshot, staring at the screen like a frenzied beast.

On the screen.

Meng Qingzhou was completely unaware, his Divine Sense sealed, his perception no different from an ordinary person. Even if a cultivator stood in front of him revealing their power, he would struggle to judge their exact realm, let alone notice a Morning Glow Realm Great Being watching from afar.

"Sir, how do you think we should arrange the Empress's birthday banquet?" Wu Die asked, her enchanting eyes blinking.

Meng Qingzhou replied calmly, "Simple, it's just like a company team-building event. First, announce it to the world, implying universal celebration, then invite bigwigs from all walks of life for a meal."

"After the meal, organize some small events, have everyone line up to present gifts, and finally hold a martial arts tournament, with poetry, songs, dances, and performances."

"All set!"

As he spoke, Meng Qingzhou placed his hand on his chest, took out a jade slip from a storage pendant hidden in his clothes, and handed it to Wu Die.

"This is what I prepared earlier. Just follow the plan on it."

In truth, Meng Qingzhou had just secretly recorded it. As a Sea Covering Realm cultivator, he could write a million words with a single thought.

A team-building dinner plan was a piece of cake for him.

Wu Die picked up the jade slip and placed it on her forehead to check. After about half a stick of incense, she exclaimed:

"Sir, you are truly talented!"

"The invitations should be made of gilded jade, engraved with a phoenix rising from the flames, illuminating the Nine Provinces, symbolizing the Empress's destined unification of the land, showcasing her majesty."

"The meal shouldn't be too casual either, divided into three, six, and nine tiers, either based on strength or high status."

Wu Die paused slightly, racking her brain for praise, then smiled sweetly:

"And this martial arts tournament is also meticulously arranged, with rankings listed and one-on-one matches determined by drawing lots, with appropriate rewards for the top ten."

...

Wu Die chattered on for a long time, casting countless flirtatious glances.

But Meng Qingzhou remained completely unresponsive.

She rubbed her dry eyes, feeling bitter inside. It was like casting pearls before swine.

"This man's will is as firm as iron. I just tried to use my Divine Sense to manipulate his emotions, but I couldn't move a single thread. Normally, even cultivators slightly stronger than me are easy to manipulate."

"But just now, it was like striking an iron pillar, and I ended up hurting myself!"

Wu Die's heart was in turmoil.

In a cave a hundred kilometers outside the capital.

Crash!

Zhao Gou's face turned red with anger, smashing a priceless Nine Dragons Cup in his fury, spilling wine everywhere.

"Bitch!" Zhao Gou spat through gritted teeth, his hair standing on end, his aura surging as he roared:

"Sword Elder! Kill that bitch couple for me!"

Zhao Gou knew the Empress had appointed a Vice Minister, but he didn't bother investigating such trivial matters.

So he didn't know that Meng Qin and Meng Qingzhou were the same person.

Zhao Gou thought Wu Die had betrayed him and roared in rage.

A skinny old man in a black and white yin-yang robe, carrying a rusted ancient sword, appeared silently and said calmly, "Including Wu Die?"

"Yes!" Zhao Gou said with hatred.

That bitch had followed him for five or six years, he hadn't even touched her hand, and she kept a distance of five or six meters when speaking, never flattering him.

Every time she saw him, she deliberately used poison techniques, guarding against him like a thief.

But her attitude towards Meng Qingzhou was completely different, as if she couldn't wait to clean herself up and present herself to him.

"No!" Zhao Gou changed his mind, grinning viciously, "Kill Meng Qingzhou, cripple Wu Die's cultivation, and bring her back! I want her to know the price of betraying me!"

"Understood." Sword Elder nodded, neither humble nor arrogant, with no emotion in his narrow eyes.

The next moment, Sword Elder disappeared.

After a while, Zhao Gou remembered something and rubbed his chin, "Wu Die might not recognize Meng Qingzhou..."

After all, Wu Die had never seen Meng Qingzhou...

"Forget it." Zhao Gou shook his head. He was just lusting after Wu Die's body. If soft methods didn't work, he'd use force. Right or wrong didn't matter.

On the other side.

Meng Qingzhou's ear rang with the system prompt again:

——【Zhao Gou is furious, suffering a mental blow, and has lost his mind.】

——【Mandate of Heaven protagonist's Luck Value decreased by 100, from 2400 to 2300.】

——【Reward obtained: Top-tier Heavenly Technique - Zhou Gong's Dream of the Butterfly.】

"Wow!"

Another piece of equipment!

Meng Qingzhou raised an eyebrow. Who was the ruthless person continuously dealing blows to the overpowered protagonist?

"A spiritual method, not very useful to me." Meng Qingzhou was slightly disappointed.

"But it suits Wu Die perfectly..."