Chapter 529: Let me work for a few days

Then I'll go first.

Yu Lin stood up.

He and Te Lipu hadn't talked long, but everything that needed to be said was said.

As for how much this president can understand and get right, that's his own business.

"Someone will come to you later to discuss the details."

Te Lipu hurriedly nodded, his fawning smile piled high: "Yes yes yes, definitely definitely, rest assured, I will definitely cooperate——"

Yu Lin had already stepped toward the door.

As he passed the high-backed chair, he casually reached down and lifted the collapsed, unconscious Yuan Tiangang as if picking up a bag of luggage.

In Yu Lin's hand it hung limp and lifeless, the bloodstains on the Daoist robe still not dry.

Susanna followed behind him.

Te Lipu stared for a moment, then hurriedly trotted after him, seeing him all the way to the White House gate.

"Take it slow, take it slow, please take it slow——" he stood on the steps, waving his hand, his smile bright as that of a diligent greeter.

The guards at the gate watched this scene, their hearts skipping a beat at the same time.

They knew that Daoist—the "honored guest" personally invited by the president this morning—was supposedly a master from across the ocean.

But who is this man? And that tall woman? When did they arrive? How did they get in?

Especially those "experts" hidden in the shadows—the cultivator consultants Te Lipu had hired at great expense, specifically tasked with the White House's supernatural security.

At this moment, they each emerged from their hiding places, staring at one another.

In their perception, there was no trace of these two people's existence.

It was as if they had always been transparent.

Only after Te Lipu had seen the person off, turned, and walked back did they finally swarm over.

"Mr. President, we……"

Te Lipu raised his hand, cutting off their words.

The face that had just been piled with fawning smiles had now completely changed expression—relaxed, as if relieved of a burden, then swiftly shifting to a stern countenance.

The speed of this face-changing left several people secretly admiring.

No wonder he can be president!

His talent for feigning ignorance is impressive; if others looked down on him, they'd surely be screwed by him!

"All right, this isn't your fault."

"If you could sense his arrival and feel his presence, you could totally run for the next pope, or go to Xia Guo to achieve the Tai Xu Realm."

He glanced at the cultivators before him, his gaze lingering for a moment on the faces of those few who looked dissatisfied.

"Your strength is nowhere near his."

Someone opened their mouth, wanting to say something, but ultimately said nothing.

But a few smart people had their dissatisfaction turn into realization, then into awe.

"So that's how it is……" muttered an old man with white hair, the highest cultivator present:

"Is a holy one arriving?"

"What?!"" someone exclaimed, "Is it him?"

"I'd guess so too; with my cultivation plus the Heavenly Authority, even a Tai Xu Realm expert I could sense in advance! But today……there was nothing at all!"

"Too bad, I didn't even get to see a glimpse……"

"All right." Te Lipu's voice cut off his lament.

He turned, facing the crowd, his eyes sharp as an eagle's.

"Gentlemen, we've got work ahead."

He paused, letting the weight of those words sink in.

"If you don't handle this well," he said, "you'll get a chance to meet him face to face."

His gaze swept over every face.

"But I think you'd better not hope for such an opportunity."

Nobody spoke.

"Now," Te Lipu turned and walked toward the office:

"Listen to me……"

A small roadside eatery.

Yu Lin set Yuan Tiangang down in a chair, then gave him a light pat on the back of the head.

The force wasn't great, but it was just right.

Yuan Tiangang's eyes snapped open, and he gulped air like a drowning person surfacing.

"I……I am……" he dazedly looked around, then his gaze landed on Yu Lin's face, and he shuddered, "Daoist Yu?!"

"Awake?" Yu Lin sat opposite him, "First clean yourself up."

Yuan Tiangang lowered his head to look at himself—the front of his Daoist robe was soaked in blood, dried blood crusts still clung to his cuffs, and he looked miserable, as if he'd just crawled out of a battlefield.

He gave a dry laugh, pulled a talisman from his sleeve, gave it a shake—it ignited, turning into a wisp of green smoke that enveloped his whole body.

After a few breaths, the bloodstains vanished, and the Daoist robe was as good as new.

He took out a handkerchief and wiped the remaining bloodstains from his face.

Yu Lin watched him, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

"Daoist Yuan," he said, "how did you end up across the ocean?"

Yuan Tiangang's motion of wiping his face paused.

Then he raised his head and gave a hehe laugh.

"This isn't," he said, "I, a poor Daoist, have become an immortal, you know."

He raised his hand and pointed to the sky.

"I went to Heavenly Court," he said, his tone carrying a hint of complaint.

"I find it too boring—can't watch this, can't watch that, can't manage this, can't manage that, feeling more stifled than in the mortal world."

Yu Lin raised his eyebrows, waiting for him to continue.

Yuan Tiangang put down his handkerchief, the smile on his face turning somewhat sly.

"So I, a poor Daoist, came up with a method, splitting off a bit of my soul and descending to reenter the cycle of rebirth."

"To experience the mortal world, you know—how great is that?"

He looked at Yu Lin, his smile carrying a touch of emotion, a touch of relief, and a touch of pride at 'we really have fate'.

"I didn't expect," he said, "to still be able to meet Daoist friend Yu here."

He gave a hehe laugh.

"You and I, we really have fate!"

"Cut it out." Yu Lin waved his hand and asked:

"What did he invite you here to do?"

"Just to look at his physiognomy and give him advice?"

"That's not it." Yuan Tiangang shook his head, thought for a moment, and explained:

"I, a poor Daoist, practice the Red Dust Fortune Method in this life; reading his physiognomy and taking his wealth is merely to share his wealth fortune and qi fortune."

"If this reincarnated body also becomes an immortal someday, returning to Heavenly Court will directly strengthen the main body's fate."

"Then I, a poor Daoist, will split off some more—my main body stays put, my clone goes out to play, and I can still increase my cultivation."

"Isn't that wonderful?"

".......... Then you're quite pleased."

Yu Lin made a comment, then rose and said:

"Since you've come, you might as well go with me."

"Work for me for a few days."