Chapter 1182: Chapter 550: Growth (Part 2)
"Rhein and Lin Dong are not there to protect Xiao Gu; they’re there to protect the victims and innocent civilians. Otherwise... if provoked, that would be a Supreme Level primal disaster."
Chen Qing murmured, "That’s terrifying."
Lu Zicheng shivered and reluctantly said, "Alright, let’s go back to the headquarters."
"Our holiday isn’t over yet."
Chen Qing was quite surprised and immediately became serious, "Is something going on?"
"Our President wants to relocate the Deep Space Headquarters to Peak City."
Lu Zicheng spread his hands, "It’s not a big deal."
Chen Qing was startled, "Will Vice President Jiang agree to that?"
"He can’t."
Lu Zicheng was full of helplessness, "But when has his opinion ever mattered?"
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Yun Mengze, the lake shrouded in white mist lay still like a mirror, a solitary boat drifting through the water.
"I’m telling you, don’t even think about it. How can the ancestors’ laws be changed at whim? No presidents in history have ever entertained such an idea, so how do you think you’re special?"
Jiang Ziyue wore a helpless smile on his fox-like face, saying indignantly, "Those family clans in Magic City won’t move with you. Who will keep an eye on them once you’re gone? You’re not even concerned about such an important institution like the Central Spirit Core Institute? Even if Chen Bojun becomes the head, he won’t be able to control it!"
Someone replied indifferently, "Shut up."
Jiang Ziyue wiped his face forcefully, "I’m the Vice President, theoretically not above you, but my purpose is to supervise you! This was the last wish of the previous president!"
The President sat at the bow of the boat, their deep red hair fluttering in the fog, their voice crisp like clashing swords, "Let me ask you, who is the current president, her or me?"
Jiang Ziyue was stunned, "You are."
The President nodded slightly, "Then what use is her last wish? If she has the abilities, let her come back."
Jiang Ziyue was dumbfounded, "How did the President raise such a group of rebels like you?"
"It’s a traditional skill of the Order lineage; you’ll get used to it."
The President commanded, "Row your boat."
"Don’t speak to me in that tone, I’m not your servant!"
Jiang Ziyue was defiant, "Don’t think that just because your husband is powerful, I’m afraid of you! I will never agree to this. We are all people who will leave our names in history. If you commit such an act of treason and I fail to stop you, what will people say about me? Ying Changsheng would not agree either!"
The President responded coolly, "I don’t care."
Jiang Ziyue pleaded earnestly, "Madam, you can’t be unreasonable."
The President glanced back at him, eyes deep red like blood-colored lightning.
"I am a barbarian."
Jiang Ziyue almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.
The white mist seethed, the lake surface unrestful with dense ripples.
The President looked up, gazing into the depths of the fog, their voice proud and cold, "I thought you’d sleep away forever. Since you know I’m here, why don’t you come out to greet me?"
From the depths of the mist, terrifying eyes lit up.
Someone seemed to smile and said, "I always thought Taihua was the most arrogant and rude among the past Guardians of Order, but after meeting you, I understand the meaning of surpassing the master."
Jiang Ziyue listened to the thunderous rumble, vaguely mixed with human language.
He discreetly wiped a bit of sweat.
The President was unperturbed, their voice as indifferent as ever, "If you knew what I said to that old turtle in the Returning Ruins, you’d know I’m already being very courteous to you. In my view, you’re only older than me by billions of years, nothing impressive."
"Had we lived in the same era, the Supreme being might not have been you."
She raised her stern beautiful eyes, "Do you believe it?"
The deity within the mist was silent for a long time, a great sigh echoed across the lake, "First, my brother is not a turtle. His life form is diverse; you can’t just bully him because he can’t be bothered to get angry. That’s not good. Second, you’ve destroyed my Heavenly Destiny Pavilion, what else can I say? Lastly, your husband is powerful, so whatever you say goes."
The President gazed into his eyes, speechless.
"I know what you came to ask of me."
The deity in the mist responded, "Even I have no way to awaken him. The new rules have begun. Or you can try waiting a thousand years; when my trinity returns to peak state, maybe I can think of something for you."
The President shook her red hair lightly, coldly responding, "A thousand years is too long."
The lake surface stirred, the echo of sharp swords resounding like thunder.
The depths of the lake hid surging torrents, whirlpools swirling.
"Then I’ll find you another sword."
The terrifying eyes within the white mist looked down on her, the voice reverberating like a great bell: "Where the King of Qing’s remains went, do not ask me, for I cannot find them. But I can tell you, Jing Ci is about to break free from the seal. Ten years have passed, and the Lushu is no longer a match for him."
The President was slightly taken aback, "Mr. Jing?"
The deity thus replied, "Jing Ci has seized the Third Law from the Lushu."
A decade ago, this would have been impossible.
Nowadays, the Order World has also mastered the method to mass-produce the Third Law. Besides the Adapted needing sufficient innate talents, the changes in the Colorless Throne and genetic blueprint are crucial. It also requires the support of the Spiritual Fusion Secret Technique and the source material of the Third Law, among other things.
