Chapter 598: Zhang Jie: Protect My Supernatural World!

"Hah! Old man likes dealing with friends who speak their minds."

Lü Ci smiled appreciatively at Zhang Jie’s blunt behavior.

"Please, speak."

But Zhang Jie was no fool who, after a few flattering words, would let his tail stick up in the air,

forget where he was or who he was facing,

have his underpants’ color exposed by a few sentences, or get swept up in Rexue and blindly sell his life,

The fool who was tricked into recklessly selling his own life remained utterly calm.

"Zhang Jie, you’re straightforward, so I won’t beat around the bush."

Wang Ai narrowed his eyes, fixing them tightly on Zhang Jie and the other:

"Lü and I invited you here today for one thing only: Is the Qi Body Source Flow on you?"

Lü Ci then laid out the conditions of their two families:

"Hand over the Qi Body Source Flow, and you may name any price—money, power, even beauties!"

"Really, any condition at all?"

Zhang Jie replied abruptly, as if genuinely intrigued by the offer from the Lü and Wang families.

"Of course!"

Wang Ai slammed his cane down, answering with iron certainty.

Lü Gong, who had no right to sit and could only stand like a statue, chimed in proudly:

"Our Lü and Wang families are both ancient lineages spanning centuries—our depth far exceeds your imagination!"

"Then I want to be the head of Niudongtong."

"For example, I think Zhao Fangxu’s position suits me perfectly."

Zhang Jie said with interest.

"Gaaah..."

Lü Gong instantly froze, like a duck with its throat squeezed, unable to utter another word.

Though the Lü family claimed to be one of the Four Great Families of the Supernatural World, enjoying high status and immense influence,

even major sects like Longhu Mountain and Mount Wudang treated them as equals;

but what kind of organization is Niudongtong? What does Zhao’s position even represent?

Could they privately decide who becomes Zhao? Did they even qualify?

They’d likely be erased by tomorrow afternoon if they even whispered such a thought today.

Such fantasies might be fine in private daydreams—but who in the entire Supernatural World would dare say it aloud?

Do they really think the Company—or the state’s—blade is dull?

Lü Ci and Wang Ai’s expressions turned cold at once.

Though they were among the Ten Elders, among the highest-ranked figures in the Supernatural World,

even the Company’s board members gave them some face,

it was no exaggeration to say their footsteps could shake the entire Supernatural World;

but compared to Zhao, who represented the state, it was like stumbling drunk into a pig farm at midnight—how dare you?

This kid was clearly mocking them!

Lü Ci and Wang Ai’s gazes grew increasingly hostile.

Zhang Jie spread his hands like a little bear, utterly innocent: "You told me to name any condition."

"Zhao may still be in his prime, but eventually he’ll retire—someone has to replace him."

Here, Zhang Jie grew impassioned:

"Such a position is too vital to remain vacant. I, humble as I am, am willing to sacrifice myself to fill this gap and maintain peace between supernaturals and ordinary people."

Sunlight streamed through the skylight, bathing Zhang Jie in a halo of sanctity.

Sunlight streaming through the skylight fell directly upon Zhang Jie, rendering him even more sacred.

Zhang Chulan stared, dumbfounded, at Zhang Jie’s solemn lie.

[‘Shameless brat!’]

Lü Ci and Wang Ai simultaneously judged Zhang Jie in their hearts.

Want to be the Company’s chairman and protect peace between supernaturals and ordinary people?

Why not say you’ll lead supernaturals to conquer the moon?

Zhao’s position? Without massive background, power, prestige, and enlightenment, you’re dreaming!

As for Lü Gong’s thoughts and his furious inner rant?

Just a roadside weed—who cares?

Taking a deep breath, Wang Ai suppressed his contempt for Zhang Jie and continued calmly:

"Let’s not joke about such absurdities."

"Just hand over the Qi Body Source Flow, and any condition you name within our Lü and Wang families’ capabilities will be fulfilled!"

Zhang Jie firmly refused: "I have only this one condition!"

Spider-Man never heard Uncle Ben say, “With great power comes great responsibility.”

As the undisputed strongest being in this world, past and future,

Zhang Jie felt he must do something for peace between supernaturals and ordinary people.

Love and Peace was the true theme!

Well, actually, this was just a small future goal Zhang Jie had set himself out of boredom,

to keep his life from becoming too dull.

Life as a transmigrator with a cheat system was this simple, boring, and tedious.

With a cheat system, even if they offered him the Company chairman’s chair, a villa, a luxury car,

then immortality and ascension with his whole household—he’d gladly accept!

But why insist on becoming Company chairman instead of quietly protecting the world like Superman?

Hey, these days, anonymous heroes are out of fashion.

Isn’t it said: the greater the power, the greater the responsibility?

In Eastern terms: if your title is illegitimate, your words lack authority; if your words lack authority, your deeds fail.

Zhang Jie believed: occupy the position, fulfill its duties, assume the role, and discharge your responsibility—that was the Way.

“Protecting my Supernatural World” sounded perfectly pleasant to him.

Of course, this wasn’t urgent yet—take it one step at a time.

First, Zhao was still in his prime, and peace between supernaturals and ordinary people remained intact—no rush.

Second, Zhang Jie now possessed an extremely long lifespan,

so he didn’t need to scramble like ordinary people—he could let time handle the progression.

Time was the greatest director in the world: it turned profound love and hatred into indifference;

it erased monumental achievements and earth-shattering events from history’s river;

it also raised the originally plain, hairless, naked ape to the apex of all food chains, overlooking all living things.

[‘This kid is impossible to sway!’]

Lü Ci and Wang Ai exchanged a glance.

This “only condition” was clearly a refusal.

Could anyone seriously believe it?

"Lü Elder, Wang Elder, Jie-ge has a sense of humor—he’s just joking with you."

Sensing the atmosphere grow heavier, Zhang Chulan stepped forward to defuse the tension.

"Chulan, the Qi Body Source Flow was your grandfather’s. If you hand it over, our promise still stands."

Seeing Zhang Jie was unyielding and pretending ignorance, Wang Ai shifted targets.

Lü Ci also turned to him, ready to apply pressure.

"Hey, Wang Elder, what kind of talk is that?"

"You and Lü Elder are both highly respected—if I had this so-called Qi Body Source Flow, would I dare make demands of you two?"

"I’d offer it both hands! But I truly don’t have it—even if I wanted to, I can’t!"

Zhang Chulan’s eyes darted, and he immediately denied it outright.

"Really? Your grandfather created the Qi Body Source Flow—wouldn’t he pass it to his only grandson?"

Wang Ai stared hard at Zhang Chulan, searching for any sign.

"No, absolutely not! My grandfather never passed the Qi Body Source Flow to me!"

Zhang Chulan was a seasoned actor, his face expressionless.

[‘Hmm, my Qi Body Source Flow was given to me by Bao’er—definitely not from Grandpa.’]

"No, absolutely not! My grandfather never passed on the Qi Body Source Flow to me!"

Zhang Chulan, being an old hand at acting, answered without changing expression.

"Hmm, my Qi Body Source Flow was passed to me by Bao'er sister; it certainly wasn't from my grandfather."

Zhang Chulan silently added in his heart.