He wondered if it was a joke that she liked sweets and comics. If he got it wrong, he would be skewered to death by the Marshal.

Zhang Yuanqing pondered for a moment, then immediately downloaded many cute cartoon character pictures, from the early yellow Mickey Mouse to the recently popular Melon King.

Interspersed with "Little Girl with a Gun," "Personified Blood Cells," "Wandering Little Black Cat," and so on.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he chose to send them.

Sending pictures directly without saying anything was a popular way of socializing these days.

The Marshal wouldn't associate these pictures with the idea that Yuanshi Tianzun actually liked childish things like comics.

No matter how good the scout was, they couldn't peek into your heart through the screen.

After the pictures were sent, Zhang Yuanqing waited and waited. After a few minutes, he heard a "ding-dong" sound.

He quickly checked the message.

Marshal: "Anything up? You have quite a few emoticons."

Zhang Yuanqing was overjoyed. Being able to say the second half of that sentence meant the Marshal was in a good mood. If it was just a cold "Anything up?", that would be terrible.

He quickly considered and worded his reply in his mind.

The Marshal liked people bowing down to her, just like the Fu siblings. But you couldn't bow down over the phone, and the effect was greatly reduced. Comics and sweets definitely wouldn't work...

While his thoughts were racing, he finished wording his message and sent it.

Yuanshi Tianzun: "It has been many days since I last saw the Marshal. Your celestial figure on that day is as vivid as if it were right before my eyes. The sword light that cut off the long river of fate is imprinted in my heart, and the clear sword cry like a dragon's roar still echoes in my ears.

Yuanshi Tianzun: "So much so that when I encountered some setbacks, I shamelessly thought of you, and then realized that you are already the greatest support and the most solid reliance in my heart. Ah, I am not asking anything of you, but I am ashamed of that momentary thought. Everyone says that I am a peerless genius, worthy of being the Alliance Master, but little do they know that I am not even one ten-thousandth as good as you."

After sending the two long paragraphs, he added an innocent emoticon of an electric mouse.

It was a bit exaggerated. With the Marshal's intelligence, she would probably see that he was asking her for a favor. Normally, being more serious and sincere would make it easier to establish a good impression. But if he wanted to ask her for favors frequently in the future, he had to be exaggerated, the more exaggerated the better, Zhang Yuanqing thought.

If he sincerely and earnestly asked for help, Fu Qingyang would probably agree out of consideration for his face. But you couldn't sincerely ask for help again and again. That would make the Marshal feel like she was being fleeced, that this Yuanshi Tianzun was nothing but trouble.

But if he used this exaggerated, boot-licking approach, the situation would be different. You provide her with emotional value. She would think, "This person is licking me so much. It's just a small matter. I'll help him. I'm just being fleeced a little."

It was just assisting and giving alms to a simp.

Then once, twice, or three times wouldn't matter.

Fu Qingyang helped him again and again because Yuanshi Tianzun was this young master's lackey. He simped for him so much that he had a responsibility to him. If he couldn't help him, the heroes of the world would laugh at him, Fu Qingyang, for not even being able to protect his lackey. Who would follow him in the future?

As Qian Gongzi said, he had to save face.

Marshal: "Stop with the nonsense and get to the point. What's wrong!"

You'll like this nonsense in the future, Zhang Yuanqing typed.

Yuanshi Tianzun: "It's like this. I'm in Bagui Province, working on a mission that involves concealing my identity and dealing with a dispute over embezzled money with the Qinghe Department."

He told Fu Qingxuan about annihilating the Spirit Union stronghold in detail.

Marshal: "Simple. I'll send an email to the Qinghe Branch later, telling them that you're my man and are working for me. They won't make things difficult for you anymore."

Yuanshi Tianzun: "What if they still make things difficult?"

Marshal: "I'll take their heads with my flying sword."

Yuanshi Tianzun: "You are electricity, you are light, you are the only myth!"

Zhang Yuanqing exited the chat software contentedly, looked at the three beauties on his left, raised his eyebrows, and smiled: "It's settled. The Qinghe Branch won't dare to cause me any more trouble."

Xie Lingxi, who had been worried, smiled: "Did you ask Fu Qingyang for help? No, the Qinghe Branch has experts comparable to demigods. No matter how powerful Qian Gongzi is, the Qinghe Clan wouldn't buy it. The Qinghe Clan might not even buy the Elder's authority."

Her family had a demigod ancestor, so she knew how terrifying such a force was.

Zhang Yuanqing curled the corners of his mouth: "I sent a message directly to the Marshal. She owes me a favor and appreciates me very much. She thinks I have more talent than the Demon Lord and am more likely to become a demigod."

"Among the younger generation of today, if anyone can advance to the demigod level, she believes it's me, so she's happy to establish a good and stable relationship with me. And the quickest way to establish a good and stable relationship is to bestow favors upon me."

The Queen suddenly understood, her face full of admiration: "Master, you are already so highly regarded by the Marshal. My vision is truly excellent."

Annie admired Mr. Yuanshi's talent and gifts on the one hand, but on the other hand, she was secretly worried. Mr. Yuanshi's strained relationship with headquarters had given her hope of poaching him, but now that hope had become extremely slim.

How could she possibly win over someone whom a demigod was willing to condescend to bestow favors upon and befriend? Unless the president personally came forward.

On the way back to the hotel, Jutou Youshenming dialed the number of Deputy Minister Ying Su's wife.

"Who are you!" A loud voice came from the other end of the phone, speaking Mandarin with a heavy accent.

"Sister-in-law, this is Jutou Youshenming from the branch. I came out with Minister Ying Su to handle some matters today." Jutou Youshenming replied respectfully.

The Qinghe Branch was different from other branches. There were no secretaries or assistants, and no complete job system.

Minister Ying Su had been beaten into a fool by Sanqing Daozu, so he could only call the minister's wife to report.

"Where is he? Why are you calling?" the woman asked rudely.

"It's like this, listen to me," Jutou Youshenming swallowed. "Something happened to Minister Ying Su." He told the woman on the other end of the phone what had happened and immediately moved the phone away from his ear.

The next second, a middle-aged woman's roar came from the loudspeaker: "I don't care who he is, what his status is, I want him dead, I want him dead!!!" Jutou Youshenming had a wry smile on his face. Minister Ying Su wasn't an ordinary member of the Qinghe Clan. She was the younger sister of the current patriarch of the Qinghe Clan.

Otherwise, how could the position of Deputy Minister of the Investigation Department, which held great power, have fallen to Minister Ying Su? This was a position that managed the clan laws, and at least a Dominator was required.

So, in the territory of the Qinghe Branch, when this woman said she wanted someone dead, it wasn't just empty talk. She had the strength and foundation to do it.

After roaring, the woman said in a rough voice: "Take care of him. If anything happens to him, you'll be dealt with together. Wait at the hotel. I'll ask Sixth Uncle to come and deal with that so-called Daozu."

The Sixth Uncle she was talking about was the real Dominator, the Minister of the Investigation Department.

"Yes, yes!"

Jutou Youshenming was nodding and bowing even through the phone.

The woman on the other end hung up.

The car continued to move forward, and it took a few more minutes to reach the hotel.

This was one of the few five-star hotels in Nanming City, but in reality, it was only four-star. It was a bit far from the Nanming Branch. Actually, there were many cheap hotels near the Security Administration, but Minister Ying Su was willing to make do.

After willingly submitting to the Five Elements Alliance, the Qinghe Clan had prospered in recent years. In the past, they were just a group of mountain peasants making a living. The clan's Lingjing Xingzhe worked as bodyguards for the big shots, guarded mines, collected usury, and transported white powder, doing all kinds of dirty and tiring work.

In the 1960s, the two major scourges of Bagui Province were the Spirit Union and the Qinghe Clan. Later, the main force of Zhongting suppressed the ancestor of the Qinghe Clan, and the entire tribe submitted to the imperial court, receiving hundreds of millions of dollars in funding every year, and they suddenly turned over.

Now that they were used to a life of wealth, those dogs, Zhao Tiezhu, and Niu Cuihua started to talk about the big picture and show off, living the lives of Stephen, Vincent, and Musk.

Jutou Youshenming opened the car door and, with the help of Luosifen, helped Minister Ying Su into the hotel.

During the elevator ride, Luosifen said in a low voice: "Sanqing Daozu is a high-level executive of Songhai. Headquarters will cherish big shots of this level. Should we notify the Songhai Branch?"

Compared to Jutou Youshenming, whose spine had long been bent by the Qinghe Branch, this young executive was more biased towards the Five Elements Alliance.

"A high-level executive is nothing compared to the entire Qinghe Branch. Also, this matter has nothing to do with us. We're here to mediate. If we can't mediate, what does it have to do with us? What good will it do for us to interfere blindly? Whether it's the Songhai Branch or the Qinghe Branch, one fart can kill us." Jutou Youshenming glanced at the sluggish and foolish Ying Su and snorted, "Money grubber! Don't look at these Qinghe Clan members with their poker faces pretending to be profound. Decades ago, they were all peasants. Nouveau riche, that's all. They used to be so poor, so now they're obsessed with money."

"Tsk tsk, a hundred million. That's more than all of our net worth combined."

Luosifen looked at his nose and his heart. He couldn't speak.

The two of them exited the elevator, returned to the room, and threw the sluggish and foolish Minister Ying Su on the bed. Just then, Jutou Youshenming's phone rang. It was the woman calling.

Jutou Youshenming's face naturally and habitually showed a flattering smile: "Sister-in-law, what are your orders?"

"Send that deadbeat back," the woman said coldly.

The woman suddenly roared, "Send that deadbeat back to me, now! Do I need to come and pick you up in person? Immediately! Are you deaf?"

Jutou Youshenming trembled in fear: "Yes, yes, I'll return immediately." He hung up the phone tremblingly and looked at Luosifen in a daze.

"They're not, not pursuing it?" Luosifen breathed a sigh of relief belatedly: "It seems she's not as domineering as you said. She still has some reason. It's not easy to smooth things over after killing a high-level executive."

"She's not reasonable. Women are emotional creatures, and she's been bossing people around for years. Do you expect her to weigh the pros and cons?" Jutou Youshenming shook his head. "Something must have happened, something big that can suppress her bad temper."

After saying that, the two of them looked at each other, and a bold guess suddenly flashed in their minds.

"That Sanqing Daozu executive..." Luosifen looked terrified: "It's right not to interfere."

"It's right," Jutou Youshenming muttered. "What kind of background does he have?"

The sky had just turned dark.

In an abandoned warehouse in Nanming City, Zhang Yuanqing held a porcelain bowl emitting thick Yin energy in one hand and a writing brush in the other. His handsome face was covered with solemnity. The tip of the brush moved across the ground, and mysterious, twisted spiritual talismans full of Dao rhyme quickly took shape.

This was a formation for condensing spirit servants.

He also had two level-six Yin corpses and a level-six Wraith that had not been refined. He had been thinking that when the Taiyin power accumulated to a certain level, he could consider refining another Yin corpse.

After careful consideration, he felt that there were too many Yin corpses and too few spirit servants. It was time to upgrade the Ghost Bride and Little Doubi.

Zhang Yuanqing planned to turn the level-six Wraith into nourishment and feed it to Little Doubi and Bailan.

Little Doubi would smoothly break through to Saint, and Bailan, who already had a level-four peak water explosion quasi-Saint status, should be able to break through to the early level-six.

In fact, it would be easier to directly refine the Wraith into a spirit servant. What he was doing now was like taking off his pants to fart, superfluous.

But he was used to using Bailan and Little Doubi. Now, the Ghost Bride had long been unable to keep up. The level-four peak spirit servant seemed to only have the role of cannon fodder left.

Bailan herself seemed to realize this problem and gradually stopped calling him husband, silently waiting to be abandoned.

Zhang Yuanqing slapped his head. Although the Ghost Bride couldn't sleep, he had been in spiritual communication with her for a long time. Abandon her?

So, he decided to let her devour the level-six Wraith.

But devouring a Wraith of a higher level than oneself was like taking poison, so he needed to carve a spiritual talisman formation to purify it.

When the last stroke of the spiritual talisman fell, the Taiyin power suddenly connected and strung together. Zhang Yuanqing felt that a vast and terrifying power was surging in the room.

He immediately beckoned, and a black and red wooden box flew from the corner and fell into his hand.

Zhang Yuanqing used his telekinesis to send it into the formation. Then, he summoned Little Doubi and Bailan. In the midst of the Yin energy, a woman in a bright red wedding dress appeared, holding a carved, round, and lovely baby.

"Master!" The Ghost Bride bowed gracefully and stood respectfully to the side.

Zhang Yuanqing "mm"ed and smiled: "Wife, I've prepared a gift for you."

Mai Bao Xiao Lang Jun reminds you: Remember to collect after reading.