When 'God' Decides To Start Over-Chapter 801 - 318: Ming’Er’s Origins (Part 2)

"Alright." Li Xiu nodded. As Lao Qian was about to leave, Li Xiu called out to him again: "Lao Qian, if you encounter any eerie events in the Land of the Sword Soul, mention my name. It might be somewhat useful."

"Eerie events? What kind of eerie events? Are you talking about the rain?" Lao Qian recalled that Li Xiu had previously asked him about the rain in the Land of the Sword Soul.

"Something like that. I can’t guarantee it’ll work, maybe it won’t help at all. But if you’re really at a dead end, it’s worth a shot." Li Xiu laughed.

"Got it, I’ll remember that." Lao Qian said as he headed out towards the Sword Soul Gate.

Li Xiu carried Zai Zai out the door, planning to make a trip to the Gem Market.

He was stuck at the threshold of advancing in Spirit Casting, needing a significant amount of energy to aid him, and he didn’t dare venture into the Land of Trial recklessly, so he had to rely on external resources like Demon Cores.

Lately, he seems to encounter mishaps whenever he visits these trial grounds.

However, Li Xiu felt it wasn’t a matter of luck but rather the rising disturbances from the Demon Spirit Realm. Many demon spirits seemed increasingly desperate to break through the Trial Gate.

Just like Xiao Shuang’s parents, who, even with their child being so young, urged them to rush out of the Trial Gate at great expense, even sacrificing some offspring, which shows their urgency.

So, with nothing much going on recently, Li Xiu didn’t want to mindlessly wander into the Land of Trial.

Fortunately, he’s made quite a bit of money lately, making the purchase of some Demon Cores quite manageable.

But just as he stepped out the door and hadn’t walked far, he saw Han Minghui approaching from the front.

"Commander Li." Han Minghui directly blocked Li Xiu’s path, almost as if she were waiting just for him.

"What advice does Deputy Chairwoman Han have for me?" Li Xiu asked knowingly.

"Here’s the banquet bill. Commander Li, you previously mentioned hosting it, so please settle the bill." Han Minghui handed a thick stack of bills to Li Xiu.

Feeding tens of thousands of people is no small expense, and since it was initially thought that Li Xiu had died, Han Minghui fronted the cost, but now that he’s alive and had publicly said he hosted the event, the debt naturally falls on him.

Li Xiu glanced at the bill and then reached out to Han Minghui.

"That’s all there is, Commander Li. You only need to settle the banquet costs; the other expenses are covered by the organization." Han Minghui assumed Li Xiu was asking for additional bills.

"Deputy Chairwoman Han, your words intrigue me. You’ve given me the bill but not the money." Li Xiu smiled.

"What money?" Han Minghui asked, puzzled.

"Deputy Chairwoman, isn’t this a bit unfair? It makes sense for me to pay the banquet costs since those attendees came for my memorial. But since I’m footing the bill, wouldn’t it be fair for me, the concerned party, to collect the white envelopes?" Li Xiu said.

"What white envelopes? The memorial was organized by the committee, not a private funeral; there aren’t any white envelopes." Han Minghui sensed something amiss.

"Oh, if I haven’t received any white envelope money, how am I to pay for this banquet?" Li Xiu queried.

"How should I know where you’ll get the money, Commander Li? You were the one who offered to host the banquet." Han Minghui replied with a stern face.

"Of course, they attended my funeral, and naturally, I’d treat them to a meal. However, customarily speaking, they should provide white envelopes attending a funeral. Hence, I should pay the banquet with the envelope money, so I ask Deputy Chairwoman Han to collect those funds for me." Li Xiu replied politely.

"But we didn’t collect any white envelopes." Han Minghui said through gritted teeth.

"Then I’m sorry, I’ve not received a penny, so how do I pay for the banquet?" Li Xiu laughed, "Since my memorial was managed single-handedly by Deputy Chairwoman Han, and you invited the guests, may I trouble you to collect the white envelope money and offset the banquet costs? If there’s any surplus, notify me, and I’ll collect it myself, sparing you the trouble."

"You..." Han Minghui was so angry she almost cursed.

"Well, if there’s nothing else, Deputy Chairwoman, I’ll take my leave." Li Xiu said, skirting around Han Minghui.

"Commander Li, this money is coming from the committee’s funds, it needs to go through the official channels. You can’t just shirk your responsibility." Han Minghui called after Li Xiu’s retreating figure.

"Why would I shirk it? Just bring over the white envelope money, and I’ll settle it immediately." Li Xiu said, walking away without turning back.

"Bastard!" Han Minghui seethed with rage.

She claimed the money was from the committee funds, but that wasn’t exactly true. The Han Family had fronted the initial cost.

This situation arose because the original memorial didn’t include a banquet; after the ceremony, people were supposed to return home.

Han Minghui herself paid for the banquet, intending to use this opportunity to give the Han Family some visibility, letting the citizens of Longevity City recognize who the leading family is now. Additionally, she intended to establish goodwill, especially with the Technician group, letting them know that the Han Family values honor and friendship—even extending such goodwill to someone like Li Xiu, who didn’t get along well with them, thereby setting the stage for potentially taking over the Technician group.

Of course, Han Minghui had no true intention of letting the Han Family bear this cost; her plan was to find a way to allocate it as a committee expense eventually.