It turns out I'm a second-generation demon.

Chapter 73 Symposium

A look of adoration shone in those beautiful, azure eyes.

Victoria's image became even more vivid in Li Xianyu's eyes. He thought to himself, "The amazing person you're talking about is me."

She mistakenly thought that the remarkable person was a big boss who only existed in the lines of dialogue, unaware that the person was sitting right next to her.

Li Xianyu thought for a moment and suppressed his desire to show off in front of others. Actually, this kind of thing was suitable for boasting, especially since it happened to a nobody like him. But if he said it out loud, Victoria would definitely ask: How did you do it?

How should I answer that?

It's green! Long Aotian has been cuckolded...

Forget it, I really can't bring myself to say it.

"How are the negotiations with the alliance going?" Li Xianyu asked, then immediately added, "If it's inconvenient for me..."

"Smoothly," Victoria said.

"Once Ryder recovers, are you going back to the US?"

"No, we want to watch the Daoist and Buddhist Association's Daoist Conference in two months. Every year, many superpowered individuals from all over the world come here." Victoria smiled elegantly. "Ryder said that if you participate then, he will challenge you. One blood, a thousand kills."

It's a chance to wipe away the shame.

"A Daoist conference? A newcomer like me definitely can't participate." Li Xianyu waved his hand.

In fact, this was the first time he had heard of it.

"There are competitions for young people," Victoria said, having finished her breakfast. People of any bloodline, regardless of gender, have a great need for food. Wiping her mouth and fingers with a wet wipe, she stood up and smiled politely, "Bye."

"Bow." Li Xianyu nodded in greeting.

Next comes the perk. Turning his head, he watched Victoria's retreating figure; the allure of her peach-shaped hips was undeniably the best Li Xianyu had ever seen.

In the group chat, colleagues were still calling for a beating up of Long Aotian. Those who had beaten him felt very relieved, while those who hadn't felt quite regretful.

[Fudo Myo-o] Wang Lao Er: "Damn it, Long Aotian has trapped my nephew in the virtual world. I'm going to beat him up on behalf of the whole family. But I'm on a mission outside right now and can't come back."

This is a big shot with a title. Ordinary senior employees don't have titles. Anyone with a title is a big shot. This is the information Li Xianyu summarized.

Grandpa Qin: "So, why haven't you asked me out for a drink? Old Wang, have you been out on a mission again?"

[Acala] Wang Lao Er: "This mission is a hot potato. I'm at Lianghua Temple. Guess who my partner is?"

Grandpa Qin: "Spit it out."

[Fudo Myo-o] Wang Lao Er: "An unparalleled battle spirit throughout the ages."

A few seconds later, the group chat exploded with excitement.

Vulcan: "What did you say? The Peerless Battle Spirit has been revived?"

Li Bai: "Is it the fighting spirit of the Li family? Is it that person from the Qing Dynasty? Is it that person who reached the pinnacle of the modern two hundred years of history?"

The group was already quite active, and the moment the name "Peerless Warrior" was mentioned, it immediately caused an uproar.

Li Bai's message went viral.

God of Cookery: "Is Battle Soul delicious?"

System notification: The God of Cookery has retracted a message.

Grandpa Qin: "Screenshot taken."

Li Bai: "Screenshot taken."

Wang Lao Er: "The War Soul is with me. Food God, I'm going to show her."

The God of Cookery: "Old Wang, have mercy!"

[Archives Administrator] Murphy: "Haha, even the God of Cookery has his moments of weakness, that's rare."

Vulcan: "Stop spamming, or I'll ban you."

The group then calmed down, as the God of Fire held a high position and prestige in Baoze.

Vulcan: "Wang Lao Er, what's going on? The battle spirit has been revived? Who is that Li family successor?"

Wang Lao Er: "How would I know who the Li family successor is? When I met her, she was all alone."

Li Bai: "What's going on? Why are you partnered with her?"

Wang Lao Er: "That War Soul invited the leaders of the Taoist and Buddhist Associations and various families to a symposium at Lianghua Temple. The content, of course, is related to the Pantheon Palace, but I won't reveal the details. I am a lay disciple of Lianghua Temple, and Buddha Head is my grandmaster, so I am representing the company to host this symposium."

Vulcan: "Back then, Li Wuxiang died at the hands of that group of people. Will this discussion turn into a melee? Hmm, let's have the Peerless Battle Spirit take on everyone single-handedly."

[Deputy Minister of Medical Affairs] Li Shizhen: "Vulcan is overthinking it. The descendants of the Li family are as weak as little roosters. What kind of combat power can the War Soul have?"

Murphy: "So, the company thinks Old Wang is indestructible and invincible, so they're throwing him out to take the blame?"

Li Bai: "That's the truth."

The God of Cookery: "Truth +1"

Wang Lao Er: "...To be honest, the atmosphere is really not good. It's been five days since the message was sent out, and the people from all the major families have only just gathered. As for the Daoist sect, the Daoist Master hasn't come."

Murphy: "It's been five days... so is this a deliberate attempt to give her a hard time?"

Vulcan: "It's not surprising. The Pantheon is heavily involved. As long as it involves the Pantheon, neither Buddha Head nor the Big Boss can suppress it, nor can the War Soul. It's a sealed War Soul, after all."

Li Bai: "The War Soul wants to compromise, otherwise why would they hold a symposium?"

Long Aotian: "Then this show of force is even more necessary. Nobody wants to have an Extreme Dao Battle Soul pressing down on them after the Pantheon Palace is born, and the major families will also feel relieved."

Wang Lao Er: "Damn, Long Aotian, you still have the energy to spam the group?"

Li Bai sent two pictures. The first picture showed Long Aotian, covered in wounds, curled up on the ground, holding his phone in trembling hands.

The second image shows a group of Bloodlines standing around, their heads bowed as they swam.

Li Bai: "Everyone's watching. With War Souls and the Pantheon, it's definitely more appealing than fighting Long Aotian."

Wang Lao Er: "Anyway, I'm only responsible for hosting this symposium. If a fight really breaks out, I'll just hide in my master's cassock. The symposium will start in half an hour. I'm going to get busy now. I'll give you a text replay after it's over."

Tentacle Monster: "We want a live text broadcast."

His message was forwarded hundreds of times and went viral.

......

The Thunder King put down his phone; the screen showed his private chat with Wang Lao Er.

Thunder and Lightning Dharma King: "Don't mention the matter of the Li family's descendants."

Old Wang Er: "Is he working at our company?"

Thunder King: "Don't ask, steer the conversation."

Wang Lao Er: "Yes, Minister."

Li Xianyu's identity is an open secret; those who know it either know or they don't. This applies not only to Baoze, but also to all the major families.

There was a knock on the office door, and the Thunder King said, "Come in."

Victoria walked in through the door, wearing fitted capri pants and a white t-shirt.

"Is something the matter?" Thunder King was taken aback.

"Is Qin at headquarters?" Victoria asked directly.

"Who knows? It's a blessing if he can come to the company even once a month." Thunder King frowned. "Just tell me what's going on. I'm in charge of Baoze's affairs."

"It's a private matter," Victoria said, slightly disappointed yet unwilling to give up. "I heard your company resolved its virtual world problems. Wasn't it him?"

"It has nothing to do with the big boss; it was resolved by one of the company's employees," said Thunder King. "If you want to see the big boss, I can make an appointment for you and see if he has time."

The Thunder King was already used to these kinds of things. The big boss was young, promising, and talented. There could be a football field full of women who wanted to have something with him.

Victoria held a high position in the Superpowered Association and came from a prestigious family, but among the big boss's suitors were never a shortage of wealthy young ladies and socialites. The most persistent was the daughter of an African chief, who freeloaded in Baoze for two months, displaying an unwavering determination. Eventually, her chief father sent men to bring her back, as the two tribes were arranging a marriage alliance, and it would be inappropriate for his daughter to remain in China to meet her lover.

When the Black Princess left, she shed several pounds of tears, and finally left behind a farewell poem: "Since ancient times, those who are affectionate are left with only regret, and this regret will last forever."

I don't know where she found this pieced-together poem.

Victoria sighed inwardly, turned and left, then turned back after a few steps: "Who was that employee?"

She was making a desperate, resentful struggle. The Thunder King said, "Li Xianyu, oh, the one who injured your brother." He guessed that Victoria had probably forgotten about Li Xianyu.

Victoria: "Him?!"

......

The clouds gather like emerald green, and the distant black eyebrows adorn the mountain, truly resembling the delicate and long eyebrows of a beautiful woman, hence the name Mount Emei.

One of the four great Buddhist grotto-heavens, it is known as the "Immortal Mountain and Buddhist Kingdom". There are twelve temples on the mountain, among which Lianghua Temple is the most prominent. The current Buddhist leader is the abbot of Lianghua Temple.

The temple's unique Taoist path solidified its position as the foremost of all temples.

In the main hall, sunlight streamed through the openwork doors and windows, illuminating the wisps of incense smoke.

Beneath the majestic Buddha statue stood a beautiful young woman. She tilted her head back, her face fair and delicate with a pointed chin and bright, lively eyes. A beauty mark under her left eye added to her charm.

Behind the girl, a gaunt old monk sat cross-legged on a futon, his eyes closed, chanting sutras in a low voice.

"Last time you shattered the Buddha's image with one kick, and now you've erected an even taller and brighter golden body," the girl clicked her tongue. "Old bald monk, if I stomp it down again this time, can you build an even taller one next time?"

The old monk behind him opened his eyes, stopped chanting, thought for a moment, and said earnestly, "Benefactor Li, Buddha is innocent."

The great-grandmother said softly, "Buddha is innocent, but the people outside are not. Having lived for 150 years, I am weary of the world. If one day I were to shatter my own spiritual pearl, do not stop me."

Buddha sighed: "Tonight's vegetarian meal includes chicken legs. You eat it in your room, and don't let anyone see you. I have my pride too."

Grandma smiled gently: "This world is quite beautiful; there's no need for fighting and killing all the time."

Footsteps approached, and a young monk in white robes stepped over the high threshold, stopping behind the Buddha statue. He clasped his hands together and said, "Master, everyone is here. When shall we begin the meeting?"

Grandma looked over and said, "Oh, you old bald monk, you've taken on another disciple! Look at this little guy, so handsome. You've chosen the wrong master. If he goes to Tantric Buddhism to practice 'joyful meditation,' he'll surely have slept with three thousand women and ascend to heaven in broad daylight!"

Jie Se was handsome, with rosy lips, white teeth, and bright eyes. He was the Buddha's newest disciple after Li Wuxiang. A few years ago, a film crew came to the mountain to shoot scenes and took a liking to Jie Se, intending to cast him as the third male lead, a young monk troubled by love. Lianghua Temple naturally disagreed, but the director doubled his salary, and the Buddha agreed.

Later, they tried to sign him and make him a star, but unfortunately, they couldn't. The director lamented, "He could have made a living off his looks, but he insisted on becoming a monk."

He has an even more prestigious title: Successor of the Ultimate Path.

A Buddha may take in many disciples throughout his life, but he can only have one true disciple, who is called the ultimate successor.

The current Daoist master was also a successor of the Supreme Dao in the past.

Therefore, Jiese has never left Emei in his entire life, yet his reputation has already spread throughout the bloodline community and even abroad.

The young monk kept his eyes focused on his nose and his nose on his heart, his mind remaining as calm and undisturbed as an ancient well.

Grandma stepped forward with small steps, smiling as she reached out to touch Jie Se's shiny bald head. The latter raised his arm to block her, but failed. The young monk flashed away, disappearing several meters away. However, the female warrior spirit was faster than him, reaching the threshold first, as if waiting for him.

Grandma tapped her knuckles against her bald head, like a monk striking a wooden fish, again and again, her voice soft and gentle: "My head hurts, my head hurts, thinking about shoveling poop makes my head hurt."

The young monk's expression changed drastically.

Grandma, oblivious to the situation, said with great interest, "Old bald monk, your disciple is quite clever. Why don't you send him down the mountain to be my great-grandson's henchman?"

There'll be another chapter later. Hmm, no drafts saved up, I'll just write as much as I can, working myself to the bone. I'll guarantee at least three chapters, but I'll try to reach six.

(End of this chapter)