Chapter 1008: The Fault Isn

The Lord Xue Jian quickly contacted Chairman Zhou Yuanwu.

Whoosh—

The holographic projection coalesced amid quivering particles, Zhou Yuanwu standing with hands clasped behind his back at the center of the light screen.

His brows and eyes were carved like blades, his black robe stirring without wind, his mere phantom presence freezing the air.

That was the aura of an ultimate powerhouse; even a single glance could suppress a ninth-rank psychic.

"Chairman my lord."

Everyone in the office, including Xu Jingming, bowed respectfully.

"Xu Jingming."

Zhou Yuanwu looked at Xu Jingming, a faint smile appearing on his rock-hard face:

"I've already heard the details from the Lord Xue Jian.

You've slain two ninth-rank mid-tier cultivators—our Great Xia hasn't seen such a thing in many years.

But this isn't your fault; don't worry. I'll handle the Li family."

As soon as he finished speaking, even the Lord Xue Jian and Xu Jingming himself were stunned.

After all, Great Xia had only thirty-odd ninth-rank councilors in total.

With this one kill, Great Xia had directly lost two ninth-rank mid-tier combatants!

He'd expected at least some punishment.

Yet Zhou Yuanwu showed not the slightest hint of blame!

Chen Jun and Zhou Hao behind the Lord Xue Jian exchanged glances, both seeing shock in each other's eyes.

As Great Xia's sole ultimate powerhouse, Chairman Zhou had always been beloved for his fairness and impartiality.

Yet now, the Chairman was clearly favoring Xu Jingming.

"Chairman my lord is wise," Xu Jingming hurriedly said.

"Don't flatter me—you're my Great Xia's prodigy. I won't let you lose heart."

Zhou Yuanwu smiled warmly: "I'll go to the Li family first, then contact you separately later."

With that, Zhou Yuanwu's holographic projection vanished instantly in a flash.

"So… it's just resolved like that?"

Aunt Zhou Ying still couldn't believe it.

She came from the Song family; in her mind, a ninth-rank force was already terrifying.

Not to mention the Li family, which possessed one ninth-rank peak and two ninth-rank mid-tier cultivators!

Such a force could crush the Song family with a single word.

Yet before the Chairman, it was also just a single word.

More importantly, he truly had the power to make it happen.

"When the Chairman acts, can there be any doubt?" Cold Moon Chan chuckled.

The Lord Xue Jian also exhaled in relief and smiled:

"With the Chairman stepping in, there shouldn't be major issues afterward.

But once you enter the Council, never provoke those two from the Li family during national sessions."

"Understood," Xu Jingming nodded.

His strength was still insufficient—he wouldn't provoke them now.

"Good."

The Lord Xue Jian gave a slight nod, then asked with anticipation:

"By the way, among the resources you exchanged from the Noah Civilization, do you have any you don't need? If so, I can trade equivalent items."

"Yes—I still have three portions of Supreme Divine Blood," Xu Jingming didn't hide it.

"Supreme Divine Blood?!!"

At these words, the Lord Xue Jian, Chen Jun, and Zhou Hao all gasped sharply.

All three were possessors of S-rank enhancement-type psychic abilities.

With even one portion of Supreme Divine Blood, their abilities could ascend directly from S-rank to SS-rank!

"I'll sell these three portions via auction later.

You, Lord Xue Jian, can also participate.

If possible, help promote it.

Of course, I don't want money—I want equivalent resources."

Xu Jingming said.

Money had lost all meaning to him.

In fact, it meant nothing to ninth-rank cultivators either—only resources mattered.

"Good!" the Lord Xue Jian nodded quickly. "With matters settled, we'll take our leave.

Once you've set the auction date, just contact me."

"May the esteemed lords take their leave in peace."

After seeing off the Lord Xue Jian and the others, Xu Jingming turned to the Cold Moon sisters and smiled:

"Sister Xi, Little Chan, I panicked and dragged you both along.

But you haven't returned to Great Xia in a long time—if you're not in a hurry, you can stay longer."

The Cold Moon sisters had helped him greatly back in Myanmar.

Since they'd been brought along, he naturally owed them the courtesy of a host.

On her beautiful mixed-race face, Leng Yuexi showed a hint of surprise and nodded quickly: "Good."

"Then I'll take them to the martial arts gym to take a look—and see what tricks Hu Jinyu is up to."

Su Qingli rose from her seat.

"Good," Xu Jingming nodded.

Later, when President Zhou comes looking again, he'll probably bring up the Noah Civilization's legacy.

We can discuss the Strongest's Relic Space with him then—it's not too late.

"Yang'er! My son!!!"

In Qingjing, a luxurious villa.

The villa's living room played a holographic projection: it showed Xu Jingming killing Li Yang.

A middle-aged man, around forty, stared at the scene with bloodshot eyes, his voice filled with unbearable grief.

Li Chen!

Li Yang's father, and founder of the Li Clan.

He possessed a Strengthening-type S-rank ability, ranked at high ninth tier.

"Xu Jingming! I don't care how great your talent is.

You killed my brother—you must die!"

Beside him, Li Changfeng, usually calm and a ninth-tier peak, also had eyes filled with blood.

As if he meant to devour Xu Jingming alive from the screen!

More than ten seconds ago, the family communication watch had signaled: Li Yang's watch signal had been lost.

He had assumed Li Yang had simply entered the wasteland zone.

But the family's main smart system soon detected the related video online and sent it over.

That was why he and his father, Li Chen, now faced this moment.

"Blood for blood! Father, let's go! I want to see just how arrogant Xu Jingming really is!"

Li Changfeng surged to his feet, crimson qi swirling around him.

Suddenly, the holographic projection in the living room spoke.

The video abruptly cut off, replaced by the image of a cold-faced young man.

Seeing the newcomer, Li Chen and Li Changfeng froze for a moment, then quickly bowed respectfully:

"My lord, President!"

"Hmm. It seems you've already heard the news."

Zhou Yuanwu glanced at the father and son's expressions, nodded slightly, and fixed them with eyes as deep as the stars:

"I have repeatedly forbidden targeting the families of psychics. Yet you treated my orders as wind passing through your ears.

Li Yang's death is his own doing; Xu Jingming's actions end here.

I do not wish to hear another word about you targeting him—otherwise, you know the consequences."

"My lord President!"

Li Changfeng immediately grew frantic, ready to protest.

But his father gripped him tightly, bowing respectfully: "Yes, President."

"Hmm."

Zhou Yuanwu nodded, and the holographic projection vanished from the living room.