Beginning with the Ubume Bird-Chapter 602 - 34: The Supreme Destruction Mysterious Gold Book
Lady Dan’s voice had barely faded when two clumps of talisman paper flew out from her voluminous sleeves,
each clump made up of hundreds of talismans, assembled into two surging talisman paper lotuses.
With a wave of her hand, the two talisman paper lotuses spun around on her forefinger and ring finger, one pitch black like ink, the other bright red as blood.
Xing Sen barely concealed his smirk: "The Taiping Cave Ultimate Scripture?"
"The black one is called The Supreme Destruction Mysterious Gold Book, it’s the corpse resolution technique from the Taiping Cave Ultimate Scripture. I know the Yan Fu Heritage is indomitable, but if it really comes to that, you will have to search for a new Taishuai in the Endless Leaf Sea. The red one is called the Supreme Three Corpses Talisman. It is a severe imprisoning talisman from Dragon Tiger Mountain used to suppress vile demons—once activated, the caster dies or gets their mind erased, becoming a mindless, obedient zombie."
Xing Sen clammed up.
"I won’t take the second seat, nor will I join the Yan Zhao Club. You may consider me one of your own or just a wild Mountain Spirit. I can plant this offspring talisman of the Supreme Three Corpses Talisman in front of the Yan Zhao Club, allowing the one who plants the mother talisman to become the representative of the second seat, but I must designate on whom the mother talisman is planted."
Xing Sen opened his mouth, clearly reluctant, but upon pondering Lady Dan’s words, he was at a loss for a response. He glanced at the first tier representatives, who sat expressionless; finding no support, he forced a laugh, gave Lady Dan a thumbs up, and awkwardly sat down, muttering to the representatives on either side of him, "That woman is ruthless."
Just as the situation seemed to have calmed down, someone on the second tier caused a stir. Commissioner Bai, who was sitting next to Jiao Chong, spoke up, "However, from what I see, in front of the Yan Fu Masters, you might not have the chance..."
He suddenly shut his mouth, as many faces on the first tier darkened with Commissioner Bai’s words, Zhao Jianzhong’s glance especially sharp.
Zhan Yuejin also wore a smirk, looking around meaningfully as he said, "Isn’t life curious? Some people boast the name of a cannon, speaking as if they fear neither heaven nor earth; critical words don’t touch them at all. Yet, some people, they are not so clever."
"I..."
Commissioner Bai wanted to speak further, but was interrupted by Zhao Jianzhong: "Mountain Spirit, put away the talismans. This isn’t some bandit’s lair; it’s much too undignified." 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮
Both the red and black talismans were retracted into her sleeves, with Lady Dan gracefully bowing and returning to her seat.
"Then, esteemed representatives of the first tier, let’s begin the vote."
The blue flames from the Dodge Tomahawk’s exhaust ports traced a long rainbow.
Li Yan rode his motorcycle, weaving through the severely damaged buildings. The towering edifices were riddled with holes, their concrete and steel structures marked with giant cavities over ten meters in diameter.
Finally, Li Yan found an entrance to the venue that appeared undiscovered by others; the scene was eerily silent.
He stowed away the Dodge Tomahawk, quickened his pace and moved forward. Suddenly, his pupils constricted as he turned his head towards the shadow at the base of an abandoned high-rise, the purple lines on his forehead reemerging.
A bloodstained man stood in the shadow.
The upper half of his head was missing, and his neck, thigh, and shoulder were blasted open, leaving wounds the size of bowls. At least a third of his flesh and bones were gone, as if he’d been tortured with firearms. Yet terrifyingly, his lips still feebly twitched, indicating that life had not yet left him, and he stood stubbornly in place.
Pang Chunhao, acting: Asura.
Li Yan watched the mutilated man for at least five minutes without a single motion.
At last, Li Yan stepped towards the venue’s entrance, but Pang Chunhao made no move, standing still until Li Yan’s figure disappeared into the venue.
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When Li Yan entered the venue, nearly three hundred people were already seated.
It was a theater-styled cylindrical venue with twelve bowl-shaped colored chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The twenty-five representatives of the Yan Zhao Club’s first tier sat on the stage, and the wide venue was arrayed with seats scattered like snowflakes. From the patterns on the floor at the bottom, one could distinguish the hierarchy of the seating.
By that time, the first three tiers were filled, leaving many seats empty in the fourth.
A white board stood on the stage, with three emblems printed on it—representing Jingang Zhi, Zheng, and Taishuai—below which were varying numbers of golden stars...
Li Yan spotted Xiaodao’s silhouette and quietly hastened to his seat, sitting next to her.
His entrance involuntarily drew many eyes, with many from the third tier, and even the second tier, turning back to observe him. Li Yan sat down next to Xiaodao with composed indifference, and many retracted their gazes.
Li Yan noticed that sitting to the left of Cha Xiaodao was a seductive woman in a trench coat, with large wavy curls, who was also staring at him deliberately or unintentionally.
"Is there something dirty on my face, lady?"
Li Yan asked directly.
The woman raised her eyebrows slightly and then lowered her head, "I’m sorry."
"No problem."
Having said that, Li Yan then nudged Cha Xiaodao’s shoulder.
"What step are we at now?"
Cha Xiaodao, without speaking, also looked oddly at Li Yan, "Having a woman like that is the result of several lifetimes of good fortune, don’t you dare wrong her."
Li Yan’s eyelids twitched, "What do you mean?"
While the two of them were whispering to each other,
the referendum on the stage continued.
Despite the intense conversation that had just taken place, it still was an impossibility for Lady Dan to get into the second seat through one round of voting.
Ultimately, the full-vote election was between the three candidates: Jingang Zhi, Yang Zheng, and Lady Dan.
Each representative of the Yan Zhao Club took the stage in turn, verbally announced their vote, could choose two candidates to vote for among the three or cast a single vote, or abstain from voting altogether by not going onstage.
When no one was willing to take the stage to vote, the vote would end.
The two candidates with the most votes among the three would be elected.
"I choose Jingang Zhi and Yang Zheng. The speech by the Mountain Spirit moved me, but setting aside the undisputed Jingang Zhi, I have a better impression of Yang Zheng."
A delicate-looking girl said so on the stage, and it was none other than Ju Mang.
Immediately after, she stamped a golden star onto the symbols representing Jingang Zhi and Yang Zheng.
After she stepped down, another old acquaintance of Li Yan took the stage, Zheng Jinghong.
"I choose Jingang Zhi and Mountain Spirit. No matter what, Yang Zheng is just a Peak of the Seven Palaces."
At present, Jingang Zhi’s number of votes was unquestionably overwhelming the other two, with a total of over two hundred votes.
Yang Zheng had received more than one hundred and seventy votes, while Lady Dan only had just over one hundred.
Following this trend, Lady Dan’s chances of being selected for the second seat were very small.
From the fourth seat, after listening to Cha Xiaodao’s account, Li Yan nodded lightly, "I understand."
"What do you think?"
Cha Xiaodao asked.
Li Yan shook his head, "No thoughts."
On the other side, Bai Xiao also observed that despite the Mountain Spirit being willing to pay a dreadful price, the chances were still not great for her to help Li Yan enter the second seat.
She whispered to Yang Zheng beside her, "Looks like you’re going to be selected. What’s on your mind now?"
Yang Zheng looked down at the crisscrossing wounds on his chest and shook his head, "No thoughts."
