Chapter 175 A Perfect Plan

The purpose of Yaofa Organization's visit to Japan this time was twofold: first, Pluto, and second, to investigate the Demon Lord's successor.

It was impossible to abandon probing him due to multiple doubts, and impossible to abandon investigating him because the main target was Pluto. To harbor侥倖 (jiǎoxìng, a fluke mentality) at this time would be to deceive oneself.

Mainly, they didn't even need to investigate him. As long as the Five Elements Alliance announced that atlas, everything would be over.

If the Master of Taiyi Sect knew that the Demon Lord possessed the Taiyin Source, otherwise he wouldn't be looking for the Demon Lord's successor, would Lingtuo know too?

Once the identity of the Demon Lord's successor was revealed, the Master of Taiyi Sect and Lingtuo would probably attack him directly; even the Five Elements Alliance couldn't protect him.

Zhang Yuanqing appeared calm on the surface, but in reality, his brain was working at high speed, quickly thinking out two plans: "First, run away! Leave the official faction, wander the ends of the earth, and become a wandering rogue cultivator."

"Second, use Pluto as a bargaining chip to reach a private reconciliation with Yaofa. Both of these plans have major side effects and don't seem feasible..."

Zhang Yuanqing sighed silently and said, "In a few days, when the gang members have left the dungeon, I will immediately open the third dungeon. Prepare yourself and don't follow the Chizuru Group to visit China, lest the Yaofa people have a whim and use lie-detecting props on you."

"No... you'll enter the Mo Sect's Mechanical City tomorrow and stay there for a day to avoid the limelight."

Asano Ryo thought for a few seconds, "Okay, before Yaofa arrived, I told the group leader that I wanted to enter the gang's dungeon. This won't seem abrupt."

Zhang Yuanqing praised, "Ryo-chan, you've done well. You are the backbone of the Return of the Dead. I will cultivate you well."

Although her personality was a bit weak, her intelligence was still online, so she was considered reliable.

Asano Ryo happily said, "I won't let Yuan Shi-kun's trust down."

Seeing the excitement in her bright eyes, Zhang Yuanqing secretly pondered that this girl was the same type as Xiahou Aotian; the latter longed to stand under the spotlight and be seen by everyone, while Asano Ryo also longed to be entrusted with important tasks, rather than being a mascot in the Chizuru Group.

As long as you grasped what everyone yearned for, or their personality flaws, you could control them well. Fu Qingyang was so good at playing with people's hearts and power; talent was one aspect, but the scout's Insight technique was also indispensable.

"Then I'll go back first." Zhang Yuanqing threw the Little Red Riding Hood to Asano Ryo and withdrew from the Yin Corpse's sea of consciousness.

Fujiawan Villa.

At the messy dining table, Zhang Yuanqing lowered his head, his face covered with a layer of white paint, his eyebrows and eyes cunning and sly, the corners of his mouth sometimes hooked up, his eyes rolling around, looking like he was brewing a treacherous scheme.

A few minutes later, he received Asano Ryo's application to hand over the Little Red Riding Hood.

The white paint on Zhang Yuanqing's face faded. He grabbed the Ghost Mirror from his inventory and suppressed the "capricious" cost of the Military Soul Mask.

Then, he opened the gang warehouse, took out the Little Red Riding Hood, confirmed that everything was returned intact, and then he safely put away the Little Red Riding Hood.

"The White Face can't give a perfect solution either. This matter is a bit difficult." Zhang Yuanqing muttered for a few seconds, got up, left the dining room, and headed straight for the practice room.

His footsteps echoed in the bright, mirror-like corridor, and soon he arrived outside the practice room on the auxiliary building.

Through the transparent, almost non-existent French window, Fu Qingyang was holding a wooden sword with both hands, in a bow stance, chopping down again and again.

There was nothing mysterious about it, no special effects or strange phenomena; it was just the most normal straight chop, with no hint of skill approaching the Dao, more like a beginner.

"Full of white frost on the shady path, otherwise I would suspect you are driving. Of course, I also like the bustling avenue."

Fu Qingyang ignored his confidant subordinate's bad jokes. "Your expression tells me that you seem to have encountered something."

"Boss is so boring, you don't even pick up on my jokes."

Zhang Yuanqing sighed. "My business, I have a friend."

"When people have unspeakable secrets that are inconvenient to say, they usually use 'I have a friend' as cover." Fu Qingyang nodded seriously, indicating that he had caught the joke.

Zhang Yuanqing suddenly stalled; instead, he couldn't catch it.

The identity of the Demon Lord's successor was tacit between him and Fu Qingyang; you don't say it, and I'll pretend I don't know.

If something happens in the future, at most it would be the responsibility of neglect, but once you say it, you're forcing me to take a stand. As an official elder, should I report it or cover it up?

Really, why did the boss suddenly start making jokes? This doesn't fit his personality. What kind of stimulus has he been getting recently that he suddenly became interested in these things?

Zhang Yuanqing thought for a moment and said, "I have an uncle who was quite the troublemaker when he was young. He permed his hair, smoked, wore bell-bottoms, and played in a band. We all called him the family disgrace. I only recently learned that he had an illegitimate child outside back then, and found that the mother and son have come to Songhai. It's his fault too, liking to sing and dance online for no reason, not being low-key at all, so the illegitimate child knew he lived in Songhai."

Fu Qingyang was stunned for a moment, scrutinizing him with a deep gaze. "Does the illegitimate child know your uncle's address?"

"I don't think so." Zhang Yuanqing said, "They're just blindly searching in Songhai, with no clear target, but the illegitimate child has a photo of my uncle. If they ask acquaintances with the photo, my uncle will be exposed. It feels hopeless."

Fu Qingyang's expression suddenly became solemn, his thick, sword-like eyebrows tightly furrowed.

Zhang Yuanqing said in a low voice, "Boss, what do you think about me intercepting and killing the illegitimate child halfway? Wouldn't that be a permanent solution?"

Fu Qingyang glanced at him. "The illegitimate child is coming to your door. At most, your uncle will get divorced and be disgraced. If you kill someone, that's a capital crime. Don't use a big mistake to cover up a small mistake. It's unwise."

"Then what should I do?"

"Can't you say hello to your uncle's friends?"

"It's a bit difficult. After all, some of those friends are secretly hoping for his downfall, not all of them are good buddies. Boss, how about giving the illegitimate child a sum of money to send them away?"

"They're here to divide your uncle's property. Money can't send away greedy people. Instead, it will breed bloodsuckers, sucking you until there's nothing left, not even the marrow."

"It's not me, it's not me, it's my uncle."….

"This matter is a bit棘手 (jíshǒu, thorny). Even I can't think of a foolproof solution, but there is a delaying tactic."

"Boss, please speak!" Zhang Yuanqing perked up and straightened his back.

Fu Qingyang said faintly, "Before the illegitimate child finds your... uncle, hire someone to impersonate your uncle and cause trouble. The attention will naturally shift to the fake uncle. But this method is very difficult because it's too coincidental, so there must be a reasonable excuse. The fake uncle's safety is also a problem; the illegitimate child is young and strong and probably very good at fighting, and there will be bystanders helping."

Zhang Yuanqing fell into deep thought.

The boss meant for me to push a Demon Lord's successor out? That's a good idea. If the Demon Lord's successor shows himself, then there's no need for Yaofa to investigate Yuan Shi Tianzun for being the Demon Lord's successor.

But the Demon Lord's successor appearing now, not sooner or later, without a reasonable excuse, it's difficult to convince Yaofa.

He pondered in silence, and a flash of inspiration appeared in his mind. All sorts of thoughts surged up and then sank.

At this time, Fu Qingyang said, "The villa next door, I plan to use it as the company's headquarters. The core components of the mechanisms will be produced there. As for the accessories, we need a larger factory."

"I bought a factory in the suburbs of Songhai and ordered a large batch of high-precision equipment and raw materials for mechanical weapons through connections. Fu Xue needs time to raise money. I will hold a banquet and invite the young people from the official faction to come and play, and incidentally, ask them for money. But the time for holding the banquet hasn't been set yet."

"I remember that Teng'er is very talented in business. She is rich. I will invite her tomorrow night." After saying that, he

gripped the sword and stood up. "The rest time is over. Let's go out."

Zhang Yuanqing didn't come up with a reasonable reason for the Demon Lord's successor to appear and was listening absentmindedly. Seeing that the boss had issued an eviction order, he could only leave helplessly.

He used Star Evasion to return to the villa, took a shower, lay in bed, and continued to think.

"The Yaofa people will be here soon, most likely tomorrow. I only have one day."

Lying in bed, he suddenly missed Guan Ya a little.

It was a happy thing to have someone by your side to comfort and enlighten you when you were烦心 (fánxīn, feeling vexed); that's just how people are. Once you've tasted the taste of love, you don't want to be alone anymore.

"Impersonating the Demon Lord's successor is actually also difficult. Among the Demon Lord's legacy I've currently received, the Charm Ring, the Endurance Spray, and the digital watch are not for fighting. It would be too fake to deliberately take them out in front of the enemy."

"Only the Swift Wind Gauntlet can be used, but Huang Taiji and a few others have seen me use it. Taking out the Swift Wind Gauntlet is like admitting it myself."

"The King Cat's cheap audio is also familiar to some people."

Zhang Yuanqing suddenly realized that proving that he was not the Demon Lord's successor was actually quite difficult, but if he didn't prove that he wasn't the Demon Lord's successor, he couldn't win the trust of Yaofa and the official faction.

"Unless someone testifies for me, proving that I am not the Demon Lord's successor." Zhang Yuanqing suddenly froze, and then his expression solidified on his face.

He realized it!

He understood the implication of Fu Qingyang's last words!

Miao Teng'er!

Miao Teng'er was the key to breaking the situation. The Endurance Spray and the Charm Bracelet couldn't be taken out in public, but they could be taken out in front of Miao Teng'er.….

She was the Demon Lord's lover and knew about these things.

Miao Teng'er was his witness.

"Impersonate the Demon Lord's successor, kidnap Miao Teng'er at the banquet tomorrow night, deliberately humiliate her, show her the Endurance Spray and the Charm Ring, and then claim to be the Demon Lord's successor, wanting to receive all of the Demon Lord's inheritance."

"As everyone knows, the widow is also part of the inheritance."

"After Miao Teng'er is rescued, she will testify for me that I am the Demon Lord's successor."

"Perfect!! Fu Qingyang, you're really scheming. You're even calculating your good brother's cousin. I like it, hehehe."

Zhang Yuanqing sat up, took out his phone, and sent a message to Asano Ryo: "I want your group leader's phone number."

The next morning.

Fu Qingyang woke up, picked up the landline on the bedside table, and dialed the downstairs phone, ordering, "Bring my computer from the study."

He hung up the phone and went to the bathroom to wash up.

When he finished washing up and returned to the master bedroom, a desk phone and a cup of hot coffee were placed on the desk by the window.

Fu Qingyang picked up the coffee in one hand, opened the laptop in the other, entered the password, and opened his email.

One unread message.

He clicked on the email. The content was a short message: "The Chizuru Group will arrive in Beijing at 8:00 PM tonight."

Fu Qingyang silently deleted it, picked up the bedside landline again, and dialed the downstairs phone: "The banquet will be held at 8:00 PM tonight."

As night fell, a silver Gulfstream pierced through the clouds with a rumbling roar and landed at Beijing International Airport.

As the plane glided, a frivolous and arrogant youth laughed and said, "Demon Hunter Executor, this time I'm here to play. You don't mind if I find Jiang Ju to fight, right?"

The Demon Hunter's voice was gentle: "As long as it doesn't interfere with official business, do as you please."

Another casual youth shrugged: "What's there to fight? Jiang Ju is the offspring of a demigod, born with the power to match a peak profession. You were almost killed by him during the exchange meeting. The Fire Master abandons his intelligence when he starts fighting and doesn't know how to control his power."

The Demon Hunter shook his head: "Osmon obtained the Heart of the Ocean in the Sea God's Palace last month. He's different from before. The Fire Masters on the mainland don't like to use too many props when fighting. In terms of overall strength, Jiang Ju can't beat him anymore. Osmon wants to avenge himself this time."

The frivolous and arrogant youth laughed: "Executor, don't reveal my secrets, it's no fun if you say it."

As they spoke, the taxiing plane slowly came to a stop.

The Demon Hunter with a beautiful goatee and deep blue eyes led the three youths and the Chizuru Group's executives down the gangway and, guided by the greeters, left the airport in a special car.

The traffic in Beijing was congested, and the three luxurious business cars drove slowly, inching towards the building that the Five Elements Alliance used to receive distinguished guests.

At the same time, Fujiawan, Songhai.

In Fu Qingyang's large villa, luxury cars came and went, and generations of second, third, and fourth generation heirs arrived at the banquet in formal attire. Zhang Yuanqing, who was arranged to greet the guests at the entrance of the villa, saw a youth in his early thirties getting out of a black business car.

His features were handsome but pleasing to the eye, his facial lines were like carvings, but not cold and hard. He was wearing a well-tailored formal suit, and his temperament was gentle and restrained, upright and generous, serious yet stern, like a successful young entrepreneur.

Zhang Yuanqing was overjoyed, opened his arms, and greeted him loudly, "Godfather!!"

The noble young masters and ladies who were walking into the villa stopped in surprise and looked back.

Godfather? Yuan Shi Tianzun has a godfather? Who is it?

Huang Taiji's expression froze.

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