Cosmic-Level Demon God

The luxurious building complex sprawled like continuous mountains, lying in the pitch-black night. But due to the arrival of Ying Huang, the entire sky was illuminated by a lighting system, with soft and non-dazzling light spreading out, as if the ocean was embracing the red-haired man.

From afar, the No. 2 Hanging Garden looked dazzlingly bright, almost overshadowing the full moon hanging in the night sky.

"I've said several times, Old Li, you should curb this family arrogance. If you still see Qin Shi as a poor student from Old Factory Street, who got lucky in inheriting He Lanchan's legacy and was fortuitously accepted by Nanhuang Daoist School, reconciliation talks would be meaningless."

Ying Huang had a smile on his lips, but it didn't give off a pleasant feeling:

"Respect everyone if you aim to communicate well with them. This is the most important lesson I've learned in my five years at Xuyang Heavy Industry.

Think differently. That disciple from Nanhuang Daoist School is the future Supernova of Heng Province. I've heard that Kang Yun'Er continuously wrote several articles in the front page of Watchtower Weekly, calling him the Scorching Sun from the frontier, a collective role model for the Four Alliances.

In the evaluation system of our clan, his personal potential is rated at S-level, and his future growth is terribly rated at SS-level.

What does this mean? It means that the probability of him replicating He Lanchan and becoming one of the ten elites of the new generation is almost seventy percent."

Ying Huang spoke eloquently as he walked into the spacious hall, akin to a palace. The attendants lined up on both sides, bowing immediately upon seeing him.

"Sometimes, showing respect to people of lower status than yourself often yields unexpected surprises. And I believe, regardless of whether that disciple from Nanhuang Daoist School is a poor student or holds any other identity, we should respect objective facts and the results of computation.

The overall rating reaching SS-level for Qin Shi, he deserves our patience."

Butler Old Li remained silent; young master Huang always liked to place bets on unconventional choices.

Yet the disciple from Nanhuang Daoist School had irreconcilable conflicts with the Ying clan. Leaving aside Shen Changyuan's death, simply Qin Shi inheriting He Lanchan's mantle, practicing Void Meditation Technique, and showing astounding potential, likely could lead him down the ancient celestial path after the Star Cup.

Various factors were enough to sentence him to "death."

"I understand your concerns, the family's concerns. But after deliberations by the elders and the big model projection from 'Feipeng,' reconciliation is the most suitable choice."

Ying Huang walked through the hall to a private room, hands in his pockets, his fiery red hair especially striking.

He stood quietly by the window, overlooking the city from the high viewpoint of the Hanging Garden.

Only after a long while did he turn around and say:

"Moreover, I think, rather than following the orders to obliterate all traces and past related to He Lanchan, it would be better to..."

Ying Huang paused and spoke words that made butler Old Li's face turn pale in fright:

"...it would be better to anticipate that thing's appearance. Back then, the ancestors joined the Rejuvenation Society, becoming the highest contributors to the founding of New Dongxia. That legacy is still enjoying benefits today.

If I could invest in a future Celestial Mandate Emperor, it would count as a dragon-accompanying feat, and sealing a title of Prince wouldn't be a problem, right?"

Old Li's legs were trembling, he spoke in a deep voice:

"Young master Huang, be cautious with your words! If the 'Tai Monarch' in Central City catches wind of this..."

Ying Huang shrugged, took out a bottle of his favorite spirits from the liquor cabinet, and without using a glass, he directly uncorked it, lightly sniffing the strong aroma.

"Just a joke. Within Dongxia's Council Court, the voice of the restoration faction is the weakest. As long as the Nine Marshals are still around, no one would be allowed to reverse course and let the various clans regain control of the celestial mandate."

"But then again, can the Nine Marshals live past their ninth millennium?"

Old Li, who had just relaxed his breath, was again stimulated by Ying Huang's words, his face contorting as he pleaded:

"Young master Huang, please don't say anymore!"

Ying Huang took a sip of the spirits, speaking helplessly:

"Alright then, looking at your timid appearance. If we don't receive a reply from Nanhuang Daoist School tomorrow, then let the Governor's Mansion arrange a meeting.

I wish to resolve this matter before the commendation ceremony."