Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Three: The Mortal World Is No Pure Land

The man with the square face and the handsome man had by now spotted Song Yue. The two were taken by surprise, followed by a surge of great delight!

It was simply effortless!

It seemed they might have wronged the Management Department; they hadn't tipped Song Yue off, otherwise, why would he be here?

"Since you're here, that's perfect. Come with us."

The man with the square face did not want to transition into another plane in a place like this. He intended to take Song Yue to a remote location to interrogate him at leisure.

Those four great medicines were far too important!

Now it seemed highly probable that they were on Song Yue's person!

As long as they obtained those medicines, the rewards they would receive upon returning to their sect would far exceed those of the other young peers who had set out with them.

That would show everyone who the true backbone of the Yuding Sect was!

Perhaps, if the higher-ups were pleased, they might even bestow upon them higher-level scriptures and cultivation resources, allowing them to advance further.

It was not impossible for them to become high-ranking figures in the sect in the future.

Song Yue did not resist. He had no desire to clash with these two in a place like this, fearing it would worry his mother and sister.

He sent a message to his sister, saying he had something to attend to and would come to see them later once he was done.

At this moment.

Inside the conference room of the building right behind Song Yue, the atmosphere was incredibly heavy.

The people sitting on either side of the large conference table were at a tense standoff.

Song Yu’s face was icy as she looked at the people across from her. "We will not touch such things. I don't think there is any need to continue this discussion. Our collaboration ends here!"

A blonde man in his early thirties sitting opposite her, very handsome and dressed in top-tier haute couture, sat with his legs crossed, leaning back in his chair.

He looked at Song Yu with a faint, mocking smile and said calmly, "Don't be so rash. Collaborating with us brings you nothing but benefits. What era is this? The interstellar era! If you can't build a company to the level of an interstellar trading firm, then there's really no point."

"The situation is this: you have the channels, and we... we have the top-tier supply. Our partnership is a match made in heaven!"

"Besides, I heard that President Song’s younger brother has a very good relationship with the Lin family of Tianyue Star. That would only make our collaboration even more formidable!"

"As for the distribution of shares, if you feel an eighty-twenty split isn't appropriate, we can take a slight loss and give up half a percent. You take twenty-five percent. How about that?"

Song Yu looked at him coldly. Just then, her phone pinged with a message from her brother, saying he had something to handle and might not be back tonight.

She felt even more frustrated.

Her mood was already poor due to this group of people who had appeared out of nowhere seeking a partnership. Upon learning what they actually wanted to do, her disgust only deepened. Now, the chance to have a nice reunion with her brother had been ruined by being trapped here, and Song Yu finally felt she was on the verge of a breakdown.

She stood up with an icy expression, preparing to call security to throw them out.

At the same time, she felt full of resentment toward the business partner who had introduced this group to them.

She felt betrayed by their partner!

Song Yu’s mother sat with her brow tightly furrowed, her expression cold.

From the moment these people arrived, they had made jokes about the appearance of mother and daughter, and their words and actions were frivolous.

She had endured it all, refusing to lash out.

The business world was like that; everyone wanted to make money in harmony, and no one wanted to offend people for no reason.

Over the years, they had encountered such things plenty of times.

But today was somewhat different.

The person who introduced them was a very important business partner of theirs, someone they had been working with for over a decade. It was a relationship based on deep trust, and she even had a good private relationship with their boss.

That was why she had brought Song Yu along to receive this group.

As it turned out, she quickly discovered that these people were not businessmen at all. They were not only unprofessional but had an enormous appetite, actually thinking they could use a "white wolf with empty gloves" approach to seize eighty percent of their company's shares!

The mother and daughter didn't even own eighty percent of the company combined!

That wasn't even the worst part. Most importantly, the business they proposed was a collection of shady, illicit industries that could never see the light of day.

Naturally, they could not agree to such a thing.

The group that arrived was very aggressive, their words even carrying an undertone of: "If you don't cooperate with us, you will regret it, and you might come crawling back to beg us for a partnership later."

Because they couldn't gauge the background of these people, they couldn't lash out directly.

When they secretly inquired with their partner, the person was evasive, looking as if they were suffering from a grievance they couldn't voice.

If Song Yu hadn't finally snapped, this absurd negotiation might have dragged on until midnight.

At this point, Song Yue’s mother could no longer hold back either. She stood up and said, "I have other matters to attend to, so I won't be staying any longer."

Her son had arrived in the capital, and nothing was more important than going home to cook a meal for him.

The blonde man in haute couture remained relaxed in his seat, smiling, "You aren't leaving until we finish talking."

Song Yu frowned, her face turning completely cold as she glared at him. "What is that supposed to mean?"

The blonde man gave a faint smile. "It doesn't mean much. You might not realize who you are talking to. Let me be blunt: we are from the Star of God! We chose you as partners because we want to break into the Huaxia market... In the future, you will understand that being chosen by us is your good fortune."

Song Yu said coldly, "So what if you’re from the Star of God? We welcome normal commercial cooperation, but if it involves illegal transactions, I’m sorry, we have no interest. Go find someone else!"

"Oh!"

The blonde man uncrossed his legs, a faint smile playing on his lips. With his handsome face, he looked quite like a cynical young playboy.

He looked at Song Yu: "Don't you have a boyfriend? You're so hot-tempered. Do you want to see what I'm like?"

"Please show some self-respect!"

Song Yu’s expression was like ice. If she weren't in her own company, she might have already moved to attack.

Ever since Song Yue had continuously sent her various high-level cultivation resources, she, who already had good innate talent, had long since reached the late stage of Foundation Establishment, and even her mother had successfully established her foundation long ago.

Although the security guards in the company didn't have high levels of cultivation, they were almost all martial artists at the Grandmaster level.

The blonde man glanced at an elderly man beside him who had remained silent throughout. He smiled and said, "She told me to show some self-respect."

The old man, who was dressed very formally in a crisp suit with his hair groomed meticulously, glanced at Song Yu and said, "Sit down."

It felt as if a tremendous pressure had been placed directly upon Song Yu, forcing her to sit back down in her chair on the spot.

Then the old man looked at Song Yu’s mother: "You sit down too!"

As that pressure descended, Song Yu’s mother was also forced back into her chair.

The group of company executives around them realized something was wrong. Some quietly reached for their phones to call the police or alert security.

But they suddenly discovered that all their communication devices seemed to be suffering from massive interference and were no longer functioning.

"In our eyes, your technological products are backward to the extreme," the blonde man said with a faint smile. "And your cultivation levels are truly too low."

"What exactly do you want to do?" Song Yu had actually calmed down, looking at him coldly.

"Your civilization is too young. To us, you're not even infants in swaddling clothes," the blonde man said calmly, smiling at Song Yu. "But you are lucky to have caught the era of Earth’s spiritual energy recovery and the reboot of the cultivation civilization!"

"It’s a pity that you don't know how to utilize it at all!"

"You don't understand the true value of those secret realms, either."

"What a waste!"

"But fortunately, with people like us—with vision and knowledge—participating, it counts as your good fortune."

"We want to successfully break into the Huaxia market and, ultimately... participate in the development of those secret realms."

"To put it bluntly, your family is very suitable. Your brother holds a high position in the Management Department and has extraterrestrial connections. Although your company isn't large, it has complete interstellar commercial channels."

"Therefore, choosing your family was the result of our careful evaluation."

"If you refuse..."

As the blonde man spoke, he looked at a young female executive beside Song Yu.

She was a woman in her late twenties, very pretty, with fair, delicate skin, phoenix eyes, hair in a bun, and dressed in a professional suit.

She looked at the blonde man in astonishment.

The next moment—

Bang!

Her head exploded!

Blood splattered everywhere, much of it splashing onto Song Yu’s body and face.

Song Yu screamed, then, consumed by rage, tried to strike out.

But she was pinned down by the old man beside the blonde man.

Everyone else was frozen in terror.

Tears streamed down Song Yu’s face.

She never could have imagined that these people would be so brutal.

To kill someone in a setting like this.

"Look, a fresh, beautiful life has just disappeared from this world. Of course, she can still go to reincarnation, but for this lifetime, it ends here."

The blonde man wore a look of fake pity, sighing as he sat there. "So, you really need to consider carefully: do you want to cooperate with us or not?"

With that, he cast his gaze toward another of Song Yu’s executives.

That executive turned pale with fear on the spot.

A corpse with its head blown to pieces lying on the conference table was a psychological shock too great for anyone to handle!

Who could have guessed that a normal business meeting would turn into this?

Song Yu’s face was covered in tears, yet she looked at them with chilling composure: "You want a partnership, right? Fine, no problem! Prepare the contract, and we will sign!"

Given the level of brutality these people displayed, if she didn't agree, countless people in this room, perhaps even the entire company, would suffer.

A wise person does not fight when the odds are against them. The one who had died was Song Yu’s longtime friend; they had been college classmates, partners in their careers, and the closest of best friends in life.

She never thought such a tragedy would occur.

While Song Yu was overwhelmed with grief, her hatred for this group reached its peak.

At the same time, she made a decision she had never even considered before.

She would cultivate!

She would become a true powerhouse in this world!

She would never let something like this happen a second time.

After speaking, she couldn't help but hold the mangled body of her best friend and sob uncontrollably.

Song Yu’s mother’s chest heaved slightly, her eyes fixed on the group opposite her with intense coldness.

The blonde man acted as if he didn't see the corpse, a faint smile still on his face.

The moment the head had exploded, a defensive barrier had appeared around them, blocking the blood and brain matter.

So, at this moment, they were completely clean.

Not a drop of blood on them.

"See? Wouldn't it have been better to do this earlier? It was a simple matter, yet you insisted on making it so complicated. Now that someone is dead, everyone is very sad..."

"Shut up!" An infinitely cold aura erupted from Song Yu’s body. "The contract!"

"Tsk tsk, I like this temper!" The blonde man signaled his people to bring out the pre-prepared contract.

He tossed the folder containing the paper contract onto the table in front of Song Yu. It was stained with blood and brain matter, but the blonde man didn't care in the slightest: "Sign it. Once you sign, we are all one family!"