Just as his hand was about to touch the gift, a voice sounded from outside the door.“Chairman, those two people are waiting at the door.”
Mu Chunsheng’s hand paused in mid-air.He glanced towards the office door, slowly withdrew his hand, and his son behind him immediately understood, pushing Mu Chunsheng towards the sofa opposite.
“Let them in.”As his words fell, two figures in black robes entered the room. Simultaneously, the butler and Mu Chunsheng’s son discreetly exited, leaving only Zhong Qi to personally guard Mu Chunsheng.
As the office fell silent, the two figures in black robes spoke one after another:“Fijia, Six-Claws, from the Wuji Realm Witchcraft Association, greet Chairman Mu.”
Mu Chunsheng smiled, his seemingly patched-together face as “amiable” as possible. “I’ve visited many realms before and met various individuals, but I genuinely haven’t encountered your Witchcraft Association. After hearing about you from my nephew, I’ve always wanted to meet you two, and today I finally have the chance.Please, both of you, have a seat. Zhong Qi, prepare some tea.”
Without hesitation, the two sat side by side on the sofa. The office curtains remained drawn, and in the dim light, their two black robes appeared even more mysterious.
Fijia took the hot tea from Zhong Qi, blew lightly on it, then placed it back on the table.“Chairman Mu, let’s get straight to the point… I presume Li Ruohong has already disclosed some information to you. We are here representing the Wuji Realm, hoping to establish a partnership with the Big Dipper Conglomerate.”
Mu Chunsheng offered a faint smile, leaning back in his wheelchair, and slowly began,“I’ve negotiated many collaborations, but partnering with an entire realm is a first for me… How vast a realm is! Take Hongchen, for instance; besides our Big Dipper, there are four other top conglomerates, various political organizations, and hundreds of small towns scattered across it. And above all our civilian forces, there’s the existence of Fusheng Painting…I’ve heard the forces in the Wuji Realm are even more intricate. How can your Witchcraft Association claim to represent the entire Wuji Realm?”
Upon hearing this, Six-Claws’ lips curved into a smile, and he spoke with calm confidence:“Right now, we *can* represent the Wuji Realm… Or, to put it another way, the Wuji Realm is already ours.”
Hearing the latter half of the sentence, Mu Chunsheng’s brow furrowed slightly. He seemed to grasp something, and a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes.
He took a sip of the tea Zhong Qi offered, then, after a long moment of contemplation, spoke again,“Why should I partner with you? The Big Dipper Conglomerate has already reached its peak in the Hongchen Realm; we lack nothing.”
“The Big Dipper Conglomerate indeed lacks nothing.” Fijia paused. “But what about you, Chairman Mu?”
“Me?”Mu Chunsheng was momentarily stunned, then burst into laughter. “In this Hongchen Realm, as long as Fusheng Painting doesn’t intervene, I am the king here. There’s almost nothing I desire that I cannot obtain… Do you think there’s anything I could still lack?”
“There is one thing you certainly don’t have.”
“Oh? What is it?”
“Immortality.”
Mu Chunsheng’s expression instantly froze.“…What?”
“Immortality,” Fijia repeated. “The ultimate fantasy sought by countless emperors throughout history, yearned for by all humanity… immortality.”
Mu Chunsheng stared intently at Fijia, his gaze as if he wanted to devour him alive. After several seconds of dead silence, he finally spoke in a hoarse voice,“Are you joking with me?”
“No joke, Chairman Mu… Don’t you desire a body that will never fall ill, never age, and remain eternally youthful even after billions of years?” Fijia was very pleased with Mu Chunsheng’s reaction. He smiled and said, “In this world, only we in the Wuji Realm can achieve this… only our Witchcraft Association can.”
Mu Chunsheng’s breathing immediately grew heavy, losing his previous composure. His aging body began to tremble, and just as he was about to speak, he was seized by a violent coughing fit.
“Cough, cough, cough… Immortality… that’s too ethereal.” Mu Chunsheng covered his mouth, speaking weakly, “Why should I believe you?”
“You will believe.”Six-Claws slowly rose from the sofa, his eyes narrowed as he assessed Mu Chunsheng. “Today is Chairman Mu’s birthday, and we’ve also prepared a gift for you… You can consider it a down payment; we believe you’ll feel our sincerity through it.”
“…What gift?”
“Chairman Mu, your health doesn’t seem to be very good?”
“…It’s skin cancer.” Mu Chunsheng took a deep breath. “I was diagnosed with this illness several years ago, and I often traveled to various realms seeking medical treatment… While it’s true that people often develop cancer in old age, I genuinely don’t want to die… Later, in one realm, I met a Medicine God practitioner who replaced some of my skin and flesh, extending my life by a few years, but ultimately it was only a temporary solution, not a cure.”
“What if we could solve this illness for you today?” Six-Claws’ voice slowly resonated.
“Really???”
“What a Medicine God practitioner cannot do does not mean a Witch God practitioner cannot… It’s just that the methods are different.” Fijia pulled a piece of parchment from his robe, covered with intricate symbols and patterns. “Since we’ve come today, we’ve prepared in advance. In just ten minutes, we can give you a complete transformation, restoring your health… Ten minutes from now, you’ll be able to walk to the banquet hall on your own feet, in a healthy body, and personally enjoy this birthday feast.”
A glimmer of excitement shone in Mu Chunsheng’s cloudy eyes. This offer was too tempting for him; even without “immortality,” he was willing to sacrifice everything he had to regain his health. Without much hesitation, he nodded emphatically:“Alright, if you can truly achieve this, then the Wuji Realm will be an absolute ally of our Big Dipper Conglomerate!”
The corners of Fijia’s and Six-Claws’ mouths curved slightly upward; they seemed pleased with the current situation. Six-Claws spoke again:“However, there’s one thing I must tell you first… To cure your illness, we need to sacrifice a young body that is most compatible with yours. I believe you have a son, do you not?”
Mu Chunsheng froze.“Does it *have* to be my son…? I also have a nephew; would he be acceptable?”
“No, it must be your own flesh and blood. Only then can we guarantee the growth of healthy tissue for you.”
Mu Chunsheng fell silent.
Zhong Qi, standing nearby, unconsciously furrowed his brow. He watched the silent old man in the wheelchair, seemingly awaiting his answer.
“Of course, if you’re unwilling to sacrifice your own son, then consider this matter unsaid…”
“No.”Before Fijia could finish speaking, Mu Chunsheng interrupted him in a deep voice.
Mu Chunsheng took a deep breath, a hint of determination flashing in his clouded eyes. He turned to Zhong Qi, his voice low, as if from an abyss:“…Go call Haowen in.”
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