Temporary Alliance

Yi Shuangzi had expected Chen Miemie to ask for an exorbitant price, but she never imagined his appetite would be this massive.

She wanted revenge and to reclaim her family's honor, which she already considered a lofty ambition.

Chen Miemie wasn't asking for wealth and power in the usual sense; what he wanted was her entire family.

Negotiating like this was bound to lead to a dead end.

"Chen Miemie, your ambitions are too grand. I don't see what you're relying on to back them up.

Let me break it down for you. The Grand Witch cannot interfere with the city's internal affairs. Even if you become the president of the Silver Moon Court, the most you could fight for is a seat on the triumvirate council.

If you want to control the entire city, even with our Yi family, it's far from enough."

Chen Miemie lightly tapped his index finger against the armrest of the sofa.

"You see, haven't you already laid out the exact method?

Your Yi family, backed by the Church of the Sun, secures one of the top seats; the Silver Moon Court represents the society factions and takes another. That makes two right there. Finally, we replace the city administration with my people, and the grand plan will be complete."

"I was just speaking hypothetically, yet you actually dare to dream it. Putting the first two aside, Chief Sun of the city administration has been in power for ten years. He is in the prime of his life and as steady as Mount Tai. How do you plan to replace him?"

"Steady as Mount Tai? Heh, his eyebrows are already catching fire."

Chen Miemie had already received quite a few messages from the city administration. Chief Sun himself had sent two of them. The goal was simple: to win him over.

Chief Sun was indeed under a mountain of pressure right now.

Politics is a fascinating thing.

Winning the seal defense battle didn't automatically make Chief Sun the winner.

On the contrary, if he failed to win over the city's hero, Chen Miemie, Chief Sun's position would be in grave jeopardy.

As the person holding primary responsibility for the city, the fact that the seal was broken on his watch meant he had to take the blame.

During the second attempt to repair the seal, his command suffered from major flaws. Without Chen Miemie, Sixiang City would have suffered a crushing defeat.

Moreover, the one who released the critical wild card, Bishop Jing, and viciously stabbed City Hall in the back was none other than Chief Sun's absolute direct subordinate—his own niece.

To salvage the situation, nearly half of the city's high-level Mystics had died. When it came time to settle these accounts, much of the blame would fall on the Chief.

Even Chief Sun couldn't withstand the resentment of so many high-level Mystics.

Additionally, the reason Chen Miemie mentioned the possibility of the Silver Moon Court representing the society alliance was because he had received news from his teacher, Dawn. President An had been heavily injured in this battle and would likely need to retire to recuperate.

The president of the society alliance would only ever come from the major societies. If President An retired, given the current prestige and strength of the Silver Moon Court, combined with Chen Miemie's contributions to the city, there would be practically no competitors.

"Yi Shuangzi, I have a question. How is a fresh graduate like you the head of the Yi family? What else does your family have? Even if given the opportunity, without people of sufficient strength, can you securely hold a position as one of the Big Three?"

"I'm well aware of that, of course.

My cousin is the current Nan Jun. She was injured previously, damaging her foundation, which caused her strength to stagnate. However, not long ago, she had a stroke of luck. Her injuries completely healed, and she successfully broke through to Mystic Level 5 right before the great battle."

Chen Miemie instantly fell silent.

How could he not know how Nan Jun's injuries had healed? He just hadn't expected Nan Jun to be from the Yi family.

"Wait, that's not right. How come I heard that the previous Nan Jun was also one of the people who ambushed your father?"

Yi Shuangzi's face darkened slightly.

"That's right. The previous Nan Jun was one of the four Level 6 Mystics back then, and he also participated in the ambush.

However, after ambushing my father, he was in turn ambushed by Bishop Jing. Since he was a Level 6 Mystic after all, he wasn't killed instantly. Before he died, he realized that everything was Bishop Jing's conspiracy, so he sent a final message to his society.

After that, the Nan Jun Society secretly defected to our Yi family."

"That's quite a thorough defection, handing the presidency over to your family and all."

"The position of president wasn't handed over. The title of Nan Jun was won through internal combat within the society.

My sister and I are two extremes. I possess countless variations but am quite ordinary when it comes to actual combat. She, on the other hand, is just like my father; she inherited the family's combat talent. Back when she was a Level 4 Mystic, she defeated Level 5 Mystics on several occasions."

Chen Miemie was secretly astonished.

The hierarchy of Mystics was strict. The difference in strength between Level 4 and Level 5 was at least fourfold. To still be able to win multiple times under such conditions meant that Nan Jun's combat talent was absolutely heaven-defying.

But how should he put it? When Chen Miemie was in his Yellow King state, he hadn't felt that Nan Jun was a capable fighter at all; instead, he had thought she was just a cute newbie.

"If your sister is so strong, why is a little weakling like you the head of the family?"

"The outside world doesn't know that my cousin is from our family."

Chen Miemie was speechless. Mysticism had to be hidden, family members had to be hidden... fine, fine, fine. Everyone kept a card up their sleeve everywhere they went. It was all tricks and traps; they played so dirty.

Chen Miemie asked for too much but hadn't yet demonstrated much power. Ultimately, this alliance negotiation only concluded with an agreement to investigate Director Deng together.

However, both sides had shown considerable sincerity. Chen Miemie revealed his grand ambition to control the entire city, and Yi Shuangzi disclosed a series of secrets, including those about her sister.

In the end, the two sides defined their relationship as temporary allies and expressed a willingness to cooperate further in the future.

As for what would actually happen in the future and whether Chen Miemie could completely take over the entire Yi family, he would have to continuously let his strength do the talking.

Chen Miemie enthusiastically walked Yi Shuangzi to the door. The next time he saw her, she might be wearing a completely different face.

After closing the door.

"It hasn't been easy for that little girl. Investigating an old fox like Father Jing with her weak body, she's probably been walking on thin ice every day these past few years, unable to get a single night of peaceful sleep," Qinghua started the conversation.

The anomalies in the house revealed themselves once more and, following Qinghua's words, began discussing the new information they had just received.

The controlling Sixiang City that Chen Miemie had just mentioned wasn't something he made up on the spot.

It was a development path he had gradually formulated after organizing his thoughts following the sharp wake-up call during his Trial.

Once everyone's discussion concluded.

Loop reminded him, "Miemie, it's time to go bring Daidai back."

Chen Miemie nodded. "Origami, I'll have to trouble you to make a trip."

At home, Origami usually revealed his true form as a paper figurine.

His eyes, which looked as though they were painted on, actually managed to light up. "Understood, I'll be back in a flash."

Soon, Daidai arrived at Chen Miemie's home once again.

"Wow, you guys didn't lie to me! You really brought me over!" Daidai flew up in excitement.

Flying with a bit too much force, it went a little too high and was once again entangled in the spider web overhead.

"Ah! Help, save me!"

Red approached silently across the web and wrapped it into a cocoon, leaving only its head exposed.

Mummy Daidai was brought before Chen Miemie.

Chen Miemie reached out and peeled the silk threads off its body.

"Daidai, are you willing to follow me forever?"

"Daidai is willing."

And just like that, another member was added to Chen Miemie's large family.

Daidai had a great personality—lively but not rowdy—and a cute appearance. It quickly integrated into the group.

Even the aloof Red enjoyed playing with Daidai by trying to "scare" it.

The only surprise was that Bobo actually didn't like Daidai very much.

"Hmph, Daidai, you little pipsqueak, you only eat a tiny bit every time. I, Bobo, will only play with you when you can finish an entire roasted chicken wing."

Meanwhile, following the contract with Daidai, Chen Miemie's [Mystery] also reached 2.99.

Chen Miemie gazed at the blood-red moon outside the window and muttered to himself.

"That was fast. I'm about to become a 'Codename' powerhouse."

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