2026-01-24 00:27:49The ballroom air didn't just turn cold; it crystallized. The frantic wailing of Lin Xinyi and the ragged breathing of a broken Chu Haoran were cut short by a presence so sharp it felt like a blade against the throat.
The crowd parted with a frantic, desperate energy.
"Step aside! It’s her!"
"The Ice Queen of the North... Su Qinghe is here."
She walked in with the gait of a monarch. Su Qinghe, the CEO of the Su Group and the shadow ruler of this city’s economy, didn't look at the shattered marble or the bleeding man on the floor. Her eyes, blue as a frozen lake, were locked onto mine. Behind her, a phalanx of Rank-3 bodyguards moved in perfect synchronization, their hands hovering over their weapons.
"The Grand Hanhai is a neutral zone, Qin Ming," Su Qinghe said, her voice like cracking ice. "Whatever petty marital spat you have with the Lin family ends now. You are disturbing the peace of the elite."
I stayed leaning against the pillar, the golden glow of my eyes dimming but not disappearing. "Petty spat? They shot me and threw me off a cliff, Qinghe. I’d call that a breach of contract."
"I don't care if they fed you to the sharks," she snapped, stepping into the center of the wreckage. "My family maintains the balance in this city. You’ve paralyzed the hotel, assaulted a Chu heir, and caused a financial tremor that’s already hitting the markets. This chaos stops this instant."
"And if it doesn't?" I asked, a predatory grin touching my lips.
Su Qinghe’s aura flared—a pure, white frost that coated the nearby tables in ice. "Then I will have my men break what's left of you and hand you back to the Atlantic. You’ve had your fun. Now, get out before I lose my patience."
"The Ice Queen doesn't bow. I've heard that since I was a child," I said, pushing off the pillar and walking toward her. Her bodyguards moved to intercept, but I didn't stop. "But you’re about to break, Qinghe. And it’s going to be a very loud sound."
"You’re delusional," she said, her eyes narrowing. "You bought a hotel. Impressive for a househusband, but the Su family owns the banks that hold the currency you’re spending. You’re playing a game you don't understand."
"Am I?" I pulled a weathered, yellowed piece of parchment from my inner pocket. It looked centuries old, yet it vibrated with a power that made her guards flinch. "I’m not playing with banks, Qinghe. I’m playing with history."
She glanced at the document, her expression of bored disdain flickering for a microsecond. "What is that? A poem?"
"It’s a debt," I said, holding it up. "Dated fifty years ago. Signed by Su Jingshan. Your grandfather."
Su Qinghe laughed, though there was no humor in it. "My grandfather built our empire from nothing. He was a titan. He wouldn't owe a cent to a family like yours."
"He didn't owe cents," I countered, my voice dropping to a low, dangerous rumble. "He sold his soul, Qinghe. To build the Su Group, he needed the Qin family’s ancestral blessing. In exchange, he signed this blood covenant. Read the fine print."
I tossed the document. It didn't flutter; it flew straight into her hand as if pulled by a magnet.
As she read, the color drained from her face. The ice aura surrounding her began to flicker and fail. Her hands, usually steady enough to perform surgery, began to tremble.
"This... this is impossible," she whispered. "A life-debt? A total asset transfer clause?"
"It says that upon the return of a Qin heir with the 'God-Body' awakening, the Su family must render all services and assets to the Qin lineage upon demand," I recited, my eyes flashing gold. "I’m the heir. And I’m demanding."
"Ming, please," Xinyi cried out from the floor, trying to crawl toward Su Qinghe. "Miss Su, he’s a demon! Don't listen to him!"
Su Qinghe ignored her. She looked at me, her pride warring with the ancient, suffocating power of the contract in her hand. "You think a piece of paper from fifty years ago can dismantle the Su Group?"
"The contract is bound by blood cultivation, Qinghe. If you break it, your grandfather’s soul shatters, and your family’s cultivation base collapses by midnight. Do you want to test if I’m lying?"
The bodyguards looked at each other, sensing their own power waning as the blood-oath took effect. The room felt like it was closing in on them.
I stepped into her personal space, the scent of her expensive perfume mixing with the ozone of the System's power. "The Ice Queen is about to melt."
"What do you want?" she hissed, her eyes burning with hatred.
I leaned down, my lips inches from her ear. "Miss Su, I'm here to collect. I need someone to manage the boring details of my revenge."
"I am the CEO of a multi-billion dollar conglomerate!"
"Not anymore," I said, pulling back to look her in the eye. "Now, you have a choice. Either you become my personal secretary for the next ten years—attending to my every whim, handling my accounts, and bowing when I enter the room—or your family loses everything by midnight. Every building, every cent, every breath of cultivation."
The silence was absolute. The elite of the city watched as their savior, the woman who could freeze a man with a look, stood shattered in front of a man they had called trash only hours ago.
Su Qinghe looked at the document, then at her guards, then back at me. A single tear of pure rage tracked down her cheek.
"I... I accept," she whispered, the words sounding like they were being torn from her throat.
"I didn't hear you, Secretary Su," I said, the faceslapping insult hanging in the air.
"I accept!" she screamed. "I will serve you!"
I turned to the room, my voice booming. "Manager Wei! Clear the room. My secretary has a lot of work to do."
[: As Su Qinghe bowed her head in shame, my phone buzzed with a black-level notification. A hidden camera feed showed a silhouette standing over the bodies of the thirty drivers I had brought with me. A voice crackled through the speakers: "The secretary is a nice touch, Qin Ming. But did you really think the 100 Trillion belonged to you? We’re coming to take it back."]
[System: Warning! Your 'God-Body' is only 1% complete. The 'True Owners' of the System have arrived.]
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