While in Hollywood, I used Taoist magic to quell American terrorism.

The excitement of surviving the ordeal and the admiration for the strong intertwined, making this NY socialite unusually proactive.

"I want to... perform the transfer ceremony again."

Manhattan outside the window has fully awakened, and the sounds of traffic are blocked out by the soundproof glass.

In the bedroom, another long-running ritual was taking place.

……

Around noon, Ivanka fell into a deep sleep.

Cao Kun stood in the study, toying with the palm-sized antique mirror in his hand.

The mirror was now as clear as water, reflecting Cao Kun's cold and stern face.

Can you hear my voice?

Cao Kun tapped the mirror lightly with his fingers, and a faint magical energy rippled outwards.

"Master..." The words appeared on the mirror.

However, because the mirror is small, the text is also shrunk.

Cao Kun waved his hand and threw the mirror, which immediately transformed into a full-length mirror taller than a person.

The characters also grew larger.

"How did you get into this apartment?"

Cao Kun cut to the chase: "Ivanka has absolutely no memory of you. What methods did you use?"

The words on the ghost mirror twisted wildly: "It's...it's an order."

I was suppressed by an irresistible force.

The master of that power commanded me to come here and hide in this apartment.

"An order?" Cao Kun frowned slightly. "What did he tell you to do?"

"He instructed me to use illusions to corrupt this woman's soul."

When her soul has completely withered, suck her into the world within the mirror and imprison her.

The words on the ghost mirror trembled slightly, seemingly carrying immense fear.

"That person said that once I catch her, he will come to get her himself."

I could only use psychological manipulation to get the property manager to bring me in while they were changing the furniture.

"Who is the master of that power?"

"have no idea……"

The ghost mirror text appeared rapidly: "I have never seen his true form, only his aura."

That aura... was so powerful it was like an abyss. Even an evil spirit of my level wouldn't dare to have the thought of struggling in front of it.

"Master, please stop asking. Just thinking about that aura makes my very essence crumble."

Cao Kun narrowed his eyes and scanned the ghost mirror with his spiritual sense.

It wasn't lying; when it mentioned "that person," the Ghost Mirror's mental state became extremely erratic, almost to the point of disintegrating on its own.

Cao Kun shrunk the mirror and put it back in his pocket.

He walked to the window and looked at the spire of the Empire State Building in the distance.

The other side did not hesitate to use a deadly weapon like the Russell Mirror to deal with Ivanka.

This shows that the "coordinate" on Ivanka's defensive midfield is more important than he expected.

Are they selecting the most perfect vessel for the "arrival" of some being?

Or is there some bigger scheme at play?

Or perhaps, like themselves, they foresaw how things would develop in the future?

Is this a pre-planned strategy?

For the next hour or so, Cao Kun walked around every corner of the apartment.

Seemingly casual, each step is actually grounded in reality.

When Ivanka woke up, she found that the apartment looked exactly the same.

But she felt that even just standing in the living room, her breathing became much easier.

The lingering chill had completely vanished.

"Cao, is this a battle formation?"

Ivanka walked over and naturally took Cao Kun's arm.

"Yes." Cao Kun nodded. "Now, even if I'm not by your side, you'll be much safer."

Ivanka smiled.

At that moment, the way she looked at Cao Kun even became infatuated.

After the two had been intimate for a while, Cao Kun said, "I should go back to Los Angeles. There are still many things there that need my attention when I get back."

Ivanka grabbed his sleeve, her eyes showing a hint of unease rarely seen in hers:

"Cao, don't go yet. My father... he wants to see you."

"Your father?"

Cao Kun's expression froze, and he turned to look at her.

This progress did indeed surprise him.

Although, given Old Dong's personality, it's normal that he couldn't sit still after finding out that his daughter had been slept with.

But this feeling of "meeting the parents" made Cao Kun feel somewhat strange.

After all, that's the future Chairman Dong.

"He's already made arrangements; we'll go see him together tomorrow morning."

Ivanka said somewhat apologetically, "He's always like that; he doesn't like to ask for other people's opinions."

That's his style.

Cao Kun muttered to himself.

He pondered for a moment, then nodded: "Alright, let's go see him then."

The next morning, Cao Kun and Ivanka went to that famous building together.

Upon entering, the dazzling 24K gold decorations almost made Cao Kun's eyes glaze over.

Upon entering the enormous apartment on the top floor, Cao Kun saw Lao Dong.

He was wearing a dark blue suit and his signature bright red tie.

Her blond hair was almost dazzling in the sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Cao Kun was looking at him, and he was also sizing up Cao Kun.

His eyes held the scrutiny characteristic of a businessman, along with a hint of barely perceptible arrogance.

"So you're the Eastern Celestial Master who dealt with the 'trouble'?"

Old Dong's voice was deep and magnetic, with a habitual sense of control in his tone.

Cao Kun originally thought he would be nervous and excited to meet Lao Dong.

In the end, there was none.

His mind was as still as a deep well, without the slightest disturbance.

It was as if I had only met an ordinary person.

Indeed, with his current cultivation level of a seventh-rank Grand Celestial Master, he already has the strength to stand on equal footing with this person.

Not to mention, right now, he's just an ordinary businessman.

They haven't moved into that building yet.

Cao Kun wasn't nervous, but Ivanka was extremely nervous.

She knew that both Cao Kun and her father had very strong personalities.

I'm afraid these two strong-willed people will clash.

Fortunately, the two were just having a normal conversation. Although the atmosphere was a bit tense, there was no real tension.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Old Dong waved to Ivanka: "Ivanka, go and make us two cups of coffee."

Mr. Cao and I have a few private words to discuss.

Ivanka glanced at Cao Kun, and only after Cao Kun nodded did she turn and walk towards the kitchen.

Only Cao Kun and Lao Dong remained in the living room.

The door was closed gently.

Ivanka was grinding coffee beans in the kitchen, but her mind was still on edge.

A variety of possibilities flashed through her mind.

Ivanka stood in the kitchen, her fingers pressed tightly against the switch of the coffee grinder.

The hissing sound from the coffee grinder was particularly jarring in the quiet apartment.

Just like her chaotic state of mind at this moment.

Various images kept flashing through her mind:

Perhaps it was his father's unforgiving tongue that completely enraged Cao Kun, and the two ended up fighting in the living room.

Although Cao Kun looked younger and stronger than his father, he was unable to fight back and was beaten violently by his father.

Or, worse—Cao Kun lost patience.

If he really did use those supernatural methods on his father...

Just one bolt of lightning could turn my father into a pile of charred remains, leaving not even ashes.

Ivanka shuddered, and her hands involuntarily stopped moving.

Just then.

"Bang--!"

A dull thud came from the living room.

Ivanka's heart skipped a beat, and she almost dropped her coffee cup.

Ignoring the coffee that wasn't even brewed yet, she flung open the kitchen door and rushed into the living room.