Wei Chen didn’t say anything more. His curiosity had been satisfied, and now he could only wait for the verdict.
The Lord of Death rubbed his bony chin as he looked over the report.
"In this report, Youqi has already written that you have several interesting ideas to help us maintain a low death rate. After reading it, I have decided that the Underworld Palace will do its best to help you achieve these ideas.
"Especially the array that will average out the cultivation realms. With this array under the control of the enforcers, I want to see how those arrogant cultivators will get away from the consequences after causing trouble."
The Lord of Death closed the report and placed it on the side table.
Wei Chen listened to his tone and got the feeling that his bony boss was rather amused by the idea.
"Congratulations, Mr. Wei. You have passed the Underworld Agent probation and are now officially a full employee of the Underworld Palace. I hope you will continue providing exceptional service to us. Who knows? You might advance to the point where you could even hold an executive position."
"Thank you very much, Your Honor," Wei Chen said with a smile.
But the Lord of Death didn’t seem to be finished.
"Also, in light of your contribution this time in saving millions of lives, I’ll clear all of your debt and grant you one million Underworld Gold Coins annually as your operational budget. Of course, if you continue striving to reduce our workload, we will continue to compensate you as before."
"This one million is purely an operational budget for your division. Whether it is resources to train your people or your ammunition budget, everything must come out of this one million. Manage it well."
"Thank you very much, Your Honor!"
Wei Chen thanked the Lord of Death again.
He immediately began thinking about how he would maintain the operating costs of his Death Star and replenish all the ordnance he had used during this defensive war.
He was afraid that whatever Ximen Hao paid him might not be enough, especially since the powerful beam he had fired during the defense had completely depleted all the high-grade spirit stones in the Death Star’s reserves.
At that moment, a ringtone suddenly came from the Lord of Death’s pocket.
Dun dun dun, dun-dun, dun-dun
Dun dun dun, dun-dun, dun-dun
Dun dun dun, dun-dun, dun-dun
Dun dun dun, dun-dun, dun-dun
Daa, daa, daa, da, da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, dun-dun, dun-dun
Daa, daa, daa, da, da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, dun-dun, dun-dun
Wei Chen paused..... Isn’t this the Imperial March?
The Lord of Death also paused.
Then he took out his phone and answered the call.
"Yes, darling? Qing’er, what do you need?" the Lord of Death said sweetly.
(Author Note: For those who have forgotten, Qing’er is Duanmu Qingcheng, the Lord of Death’s first wife and little Ningning’s biological mother.)
Wei Chen’s hair stood on end.
The guy’s sweet voice, coming from a face that looked like some kind of boss monster from D&D with phylactery, was such a bizarre contrast that the whole scene felt surreal.
"Ooooh~ I’m in the Mortal Realm right now. I just finished assessing our MVE (Most Valuable Employee). Now he can take on more responsibility."
The Lord of Death waited for the other side to speak before replying.
"Of course not, honey. I wouldn’t dare use the Underworld Palace’s public funds on some nonsense pet project, like renovating a place to look like a Death Star! Of course, you know me, honey. I always listen to you."
He paused and listened again.
"Yes, honey... By the way, would you like this Wei guy to make you some nice dessert?"
The Lord of Death listened to the other side.
"Of course, honey. Love you... Muuah!"
The Lord of Death made a sound as if he were sending a flying kiss before hanging up.
Wei Chen was dumbfounded.
How was that bony mouth capable of making that kind of sound!?
Didn’t he need lips to make a "Muuuah" sound!?
After hanging up, the Lord of Death slowly turned toward Wei Chen.
He slipped the phone into his inner pocket before joining his bony fingers together, his elbows resting on the armrests.
He looked like some kind of mafia boss.
"If Qing’er asks... about the funds I used to renovate this place..."
He paused and stared deeply into Wei Chen’s eyes.
"It all came from your personal pocket. Capiche?"
"Capiche!" Wei Chen replied flatly.
"Also... make some dessert for me, Mr. Wei. I want to bring it to Qing’er as a souvenir."
"Yes, sir!"
With that, Wei Chen quickly ran to the kitchen and began making Île Flottante, also known as Floating Island, for the Lord of Death to bring back.
— Meanwhile —
In the Immortal Realm, within the territory of Duke Long, the non-contender Immortal King, his territory was said to have the least chaos and the lowest death rate in all of the Immortal Realm, all because of Duke Long’s iron law and impartial judgment.
Most of the people here praised Duke Long’s integrity when it came to judging criminals, especially those who had taken the lives of others.
But none of them knew the true reason. The reason was that Duke Long, or Long Yuan, was one of the people the Lord of Death had placed in the Immortal Realm to help him reduce his workload.
Within the Green Dragon Palace, built from tons of large Immortal Jades cut with the artistic precision of great artisans, Young Master Long Ao Tian lay on a bed of white jade and golden silk. His robes were loose, his hair unbound, and his eyes were tightly closed as he smiled as though he were having a sweet dream.
Soft sunlight streamed through the artistic gap of the walls made by Immortal golden wood, casting a gentle golden glow across his face, while incense curled from the beak of a bronze crane, the scents of sandalwood and immortal blossoms mingling in the still, heavy air.
Beautiful maids and attendants stood in the corners like statues, waiting for the moment their young master awoke and gave them a command.
Long Ao Tian smiled foolishly as he hugged the soft quilt against his body. His lower half started moving back and forth as if he were working out, while the beautiful maids and attendants blushed red and closed their eyes as if they had seen nothing.
This was more than the nth time their young master had behaved like this in a dream.
At first, some of them had tried to wake their young master, as the maids waiting within his room were all prepared to use their bodies to warm their young master’s lonely heart.
But after hours of vain attempts, it seemed that their young master was deep in a sweet dream and had no desire to wake up.
At this time, Duke Long Yuan walked into the room.
"This slave greets Your Highness, Duke Long." The maids all spoke in unison.
Long Yuan nodded to the maids before looking at his pathetic son. Seeing that his pathetic son was still asleep, his face twisted in annoyance.
At this moment, Long Ao Tian suddenly started laughing.
"Hahahaha! Fairy! I caught you! You finally came to me! As I said, that man named Wei has nothing compared to me. You should have come to me sooner!"
"Ahhh? Why? Are you still angry at me? Why don’t you want to tell me your name? Ahhhh, hahaha! Fairy, you are such a mischievous one. Is it this hand, or is it this hand that touched my little dragon?"
"I know! I’ll punish you with my little dragon for your mischievousness! Hahahahaha!"
Bam!!!
Long Yuan savagely kicked his idiot son out of the bed with his foot.
Long Ao Tian’s body crashed through the wall and landed on the grass just outside his courtyard.
"Huh?"
Long Ao Tian slowly got up.
He looked around and suddenly winced.
"Ouch... Why does my head hurt so much? Did I drink too much? Ahhh... Fairy, it would be great if I could meet her again."
After the wave of pain passed, he slowly looked around. Touching the grass beneath him, he realized that he was in his own courtyard.
"Huh? Was that a dream?" Long Ao Tian muttered.
"Of course it was a dream, you idiot!"
A loud voice rang out, and Long Ao Tian turned toward the direction of the voice.
"Fa... Father! Shit!"
Seeing that it was his own father, his memories came rushing back. He remembered that, in his haste to prove himself, he had knocked out the guard captain and gone down to the Mortal Realm.
"Where do you think you’re going, you brat!? Do you think you haven’t caused me enough trouble!?" Long Yuan roared as he quickly used his power to pull Long Ao Tian toward him.
Then, the beating symphony began.
"Do you even know who gave this task to me? If my Long Dynasty were to end, it would be because of you! You unfilial son!"
Bam! Pow! Boom!
"Ah! Father! Not the face! You didn’t even hit me there before! Why now!?" Long Ao Tian protested.
"There’s always an exception!"
Long Yuan didn’t say anything else and continued the beating.
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