Versatile Mage: Holy Spirit Puni, divine glory comes to the world!

Chapter 148 Winning Over the Zhao Family, The Assassin's Hall Attacks
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After a brief conversation, Asha'ruya had to leave. Once the competition was over, she would return to her identity as a saintess and continue watching the grand spectacle.

Meanwhile, on the streets of Venice.

A constant stream of cursing and swearing filled the quiet night, accompanied by barely suppressed laughter, creating a stark contrast.

Zhao Manyan's face was flushed, and he looked drunk as he walked down the street. Mo Fan was supporting him and mocking him mercilessly, clearly enjoying himself immensely.

"Mo Fan, if you smile again, we're no longer brothers from today onwards!!!" Zhao Manyan roared angrily, continuing to complain:
"What kind of 'hoop' liquor did Jiang Yu recommend? It tastes like horse piss! And that's not all, in my dazed state, I almost got...

At this point, it became somewhat embarrassing to speak, "He almost got raped by a dancer in her forties! And to make matters worse, she was a guy!!!"

Who can tolerate this, and who cannot!

Zhao Manyan's great ambition to spread his influence throughout the world not only failed to be realized, but he also almost lost his last shred of dignity. It's truly shameful!
"Haha, it's alright ... they still managed to slip away in the end, didn't they?"

Mo Fan patted Zhao Manyan on the shoulder, "How are you feeling? Are you happier now? You have to take everything in stride. Birth, aging, sickness, and death are normal."

At this point, Zhao Manyan stopped cursing, a somber look returning to his face, and nodded slightly. "I'm feeling a bit better now."

"If I could see you going through what I just went through, I would be able to accept it more!"

After hearing this, Mo Fan's face darkened. Recalling what had just happened, he felt a chill run down his spine and quickly said, "Go away, go away, I'm not that thirsty!"

Finally, the two of them walked down the street, staggering back to their lodging area.

Meanwhile, a man and a woman standing on a high platform, taking in the whole scene, revealed a look of disdain.

"He's Zhao Youqian's younger brother?" the woman asked doubtfully. "How could he inherit everything from the Zhao family? It's truly unbelievable."

“We, the Assassins’ Hall, only need to take the money and do the job; we don’t need to worry about anything else,” the man said. “Let’s follow him and find an opportunity to take care of Zhao Manyan.”

"Hmm." The female assassin nodded, and the two figures disappeared from the area like ghosts.

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the other side.

Having just returned to his lodgings, Lü Ran began his daily cultivation practice to consolidate his power, especially since he was about to enter the Void Altar, which was an opportunity to break through to the next level.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Lü Ran frowned and asked one last question, "Who is it?"

"Me," Zhao Manyan uttered a single word, sounding weak, clearly indicating he was under the influence of alcohol.

Lü Ran stepped forward, opened the door, and saw Zhao Manyan standing there with a gloomy expression.

"How about coming out for a walk with me?" Zhao Manyan's lips curled into a bitter smile as he added, "The nights in Venice are still quite beautiful."

“Sure,” Lü Ran readily agreed, not because he actually wanted to see the so-called Venice night, but because he knew…
Zhao Manyan's brother has already sent assassins to carry out the attack. Unlike in the original story, Baxia is no longer protecting him, so his chances of survival are slim.

Since it was he who took the Baxia vessel, Lü Ran naturally didn't mind dealing with the assassins who tried to kill him. In addition, he also intended to win over the Zhao family.

The simplest and most direct method was to support Zhao Manyan to the throne. The Zhao family might not be good at anything else, but they were incredibly wealthy, and people would often be blinded by greed and become their followers. In order to ensure that the Holy City's influence would be absolutely positive in the future, Lü Ran had this idea in mind, and for various reasons, he really didn't want to refuse Zhao Manyan.

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They left the accommodation area.
Arrived at the seaside in Venice.

A bright moon hangs high in the sky, dotted with countless stars, illuminating the shimmering water and revealing the faint outlines of sea creatures.

It was quiet and secluded here, and apart from the two of them, there was no one else around. It was indeed a good place to vent.

Zhao Manyan began to describe, saying a lot as he spoke, becoming more and more heartbroken as he went on, "It was like this, I heard from the old man that even if I didn't win the championship, I should still go out and see the world."

"I never expected you to be so strong, you actually won the championship! I was just about to share this with the old man, but he's already critically ill. Life is truly unpredictable and ever-changing."

"Life and death are predestined, wealth and honor are determined by fate." Lü Ran simply said this, then thought for a moment, "Go to the Parthenon again after some time."

"why?"

Zhao Manyan asked in confusion, "Didn't I just say that even the great sage over there was powerless?"

"Last time is last time, next time is next time, things will always be different."

Lü Ran kept everyone in suspense, saying, "It all depends on whether you have the perseverance to visit again."

"I'll listen to you!" Zhao Manyan nodded; Lü Ran was definitely right!
Then, Lü Ran took out a bottle of potion from his storage ring. This was the healing elixir that Fal had left him, but this thing…

He really doesn't need it.

There is no one in this world who could inflict such trauma on him. The power of the Holy Spirit's sealing is no joke; it is a true and fundamental law of the universe.

Zhao Manyan accepted it, his face full of gratitude, and quickly thanked him, "Thank you so much. If you need anything in the future, just let me know, Old Zhao. I'll do anything for you."

Upon hearing this, Lü Ran promptly stopped Zhao Manyan. He didn't need verbal promises; all he needed was help when the time was right, which would be the best way to repay him.

"I'll be leaving for a bit," Lü Ran said, then decided to leave temporarily.

"Great!" Zhao Manyan excitedly danced around, reverting to his usual cheeky demeanor.

He was walking alone when suddenly, without anyone noticing, a man and a woman appeared in front of him.

At first, Zhao Manyan, overjoyed, thought they were just an ordinary couple...

But soon, as they approached, Zhao Manyan felt a sense of crisis!
Immediately afterwards, the two from the Assassin's Hall stopped concealing their abilities, their magical radiance bursting forth—one possessing a super-tier power level, and the other a high-tier power level, both top-tier!

Seeing this, Zhao Manyan felt a chill in his heart, not because he was about to die, but because he had already guessed who had hired them.

As expected, it should be that seemingly amiable person who dotes on him, the apparent head of the Zhao family, and also his brother Zhao Youqian!
"You just can't hold back anymore?!" Zhao Manyan roared angrily.

(End of this chapter)