"Fine, fine. This is a win-win situation anyway."
"The Yao Family gets thirty percent of Zhao Family's assets, and Zhao Family obtains divine medicine to extend Father's life by over three years."
Zhao Wuji looked at Zhao Qingzhi and said solemnly.
"Win-win?"
"Well, sort of."
Hearing Zhao Wuji's words, Zhao Qingzhi shook his head.
While it might look like a win-win to Zhao Wuji and the others,
to Zhao Qingzhi, this 'win-win' concealed the wolfish ambitions of the Yao Family.
The Zhao Family's assets, managed tightly under his control, were so well-organized that even if the Zhao Family did nothing, their industries would continue running smoothly.
As long as Zhao Family's businesses operated, their Aristocratic Family status would remain secure.
But once he agreed to trade thirty percent of Zhao Family's assets for Yao Family's divine medicine, everything changed.
Handing over that much was like punching a hole in their otherwise impenetrable fortress.
Ordinary people couldn't exploit such a hole against Zhao Family.
But Yao Family's power far exceeded Zhao Family's.
While he was alive, perhaps he could prevent Yao Family from penetrating through that hole.
But once he died, Yao Family could easily infiltrate Zhao Family through that opening.
Eventually, Zhao Family would either be swallowed or become Yao Family's puppet.
Zhao Qingzhi clearly saw Yao Family's wolfish ambition but kept silent.
Without facing life and death, he would have openly refused Yao Family.
But after surviving this ordeal,
Zhao Qingzhi realized he had perhaps overestimated himself.
He once thought his life was complete, indifferent to death.
Now awake again, he was terrified of death.
He refused to die so easily.
He wanted to live.
If Yao Family's divine medicine could extend his life, he wanted it.
Even if it meant opening a hole in Zhao Family's impenetrable foundation, he was willing.
After all, Zhao Family's entire legacy was his creation.
If he could open a hole, couldn't he also seal it again?
He was confident that during his life extension, he would close the hole he opened for Yao Family.
Even if he could not, he was prepared to cut losses.
At worst, Zhao Family would lose its ability to rise to the very top Aristocratic Families, becoming merely an ordinary Aristocratic Family.
But the foundation Zhao Qingzhi left was already worthy.
He could selfishly spend some of Zhao Family's legacy for himself without affecting their rank.
"Wuji, contact the Yao Family people who brought the medicine. Tell them I agree to their terms."
After a long pause, Zhao Qingzhi spoke to Zhao Wuji from his sickbed.
"Yes."
Hearing this, Zhao Wuji immediately nodded.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
At that moment, heavy footsteps echoed down the empty corridor outside.
Hearing the sound, Zhao Wuji and the Zhao Family members in the room immediately grew cold.
Making such a noise outside the Old Master's sickroom? Didn't they know Zhao Family's rules?
Just as everyone was angered,
the footsteps neared the door.
At the moment they reached the doorway, something strange happened.
One by one, the younger Zhao Family members standing by the door suddenly leapt into the air.
As they rose, a path to Zhao Qingzhi's bed cleared.
"What's happening?"
"Why am I flying?"
The startled Zhao Family members cried out in terror.
Others nearby watched in fear.
Zhao Qingzhi on the bed, and Zhao Wuji and Zhao Xuankun beside him, narrowed their eyes, astonished.
"Bang, bang."
Soon, amid the shocked gazes, a figure appeared—Ye Yang.
Seeing Ye Yang enter, Zhao Qingzhi and others were even more stunned.
Was this unbelievable scene caused by this man?
Truthfully, these people had seen much of the world.
But they had never encountered such power beyond their comprehension.
Making people fly—wasn't that only found in ancient mythologies?
Were those myths about Immortal God's supernatural powers not lies but truth?
Even if true, how could such a figure suddenly appear in Zhao Family?
What was his purpose?
"Zhao Qingzhi, do you still recognize me?"
Ignoring the shocked Zhao Family members, Ye Yang looked directly at Zhao Qingzhi on the bed and spoke calmly.
When Ye Yang finished, a faint purple light flashed in his eyes—an undetectable spell.
This spell was Soul Grasp Technique.
In the Immortal Cultivation World, Soul Grasp Technique was considered a rather useless spell.
Its effect was to forcibly implant some memories into a person.
Its creator intended to make the target believe the caster was their master, obedient to him.
But the research failed.
Soul Grasp Technique had almost no effect on Immortal Cultivators—anyone able to protect their soul with spiritual power would resist it.
It was only effective against mortals.
Even then, it couldn't implant many memories at once; the mortal's body could not bear it.
At most, it could implant trivial memories, insufficient to make mortals regard the caster as master.
For Ye Yang, the technique was just right.
He only needed to implant trivial memories so Zhao Qingzhi could piece together a false identity for him.
The memory implanted was that Zhao Qingzhi had seen Ye Yang once in childhood.
After nearly a century, Ye Yang still looked the same, giving Zhao Qingzhi much to imagine.
Once Zhao Qingzhi began to fill in the gaps, subduing him would be much easier.
Actually, Ye Yang didn't need to be so complicated—just showing his Immortal Cultivator power would suffice.
But plans changed.
Originally, Ye Yang thought Earth's Special Constitution and subduing Zhao Family would be enough.
Now with Life-Extending Flower and other top-grade Spiritual Herbs on Earth,
Ye Yang needed to recruit more followers.
To recruit more, he couldn't merely display power.
He needed to create an identity that made people like Zhao Qingzhi willingly serve him.
This identity required absolute authority and irresistible benefits.
Only with power and favor combined could one compel absolute loyalty.
Of course, the benefits Ye Yang gave were only a fraction of what he gained—monopoly advantages were huge.
He was Earth's only Immortal Cultivator; only he could unleash the true effects of divine and mystical treasures here.
Even giving out a fraction was countless times more than their Earthly effects.
...
"Do you remember me?"
Hearing Ye Yang's words, Zhao Qingzhi began recalling memories.
After an unknown time, Zhao Qingzhi's pupils contracted as he stared incredulously at Ye Yang.
"You… you are Mr. Ye?"
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