Qian Daoliu: Li Mubai Is Quite Impressive!

That night.

The sky was filled with stars, their light dazzling.

The Spirit City was brightly lit, and the streets were bustling with people.

A pleasant, cool breeze gently blew, lifting the hem of her skirt, and a burst of intense, predatory gazes followed.

The shouts and calls of vendors rose and fell, accompanied by a lively atmosphere of laughter and chatter.

Worship Hall.

The candle tips on the pillars of the palace were ignited by small, dim yellow flames that flickered and danced.

The darkness within the hall was dispelled by the light of justice.

"Qian Daoliu, Li Mubai is indeed a talented individual. Moreover, he doesn't seem like a spy sent by other sects or the royal family."

Inside the spacious hall.

The Golden Crocodile stood in the hall, gazing at a figure's back in front of him, and spoke eloquently.

"Have you investigated this thoroughly?"

Qian Daoliu's voice rang out.

He slowly rose from the futon he was sitting on, turned his feet, and faced the Golden Crocodile directly.

I think it's pretty much a done deal.

Li Mubai possesses Tool Martial Soul, specifically a sword.

However, their attack methods are quite unique.

Compared to the renowned Sword Douluo, this kid's swordplay lacked some of its sharpness and possessed more of an ethereal quality.

Especially in terms of psychological attacks, his attack methods are difficult to defend against.

Besides, he's so young.

It's even less likely that he was an undercover agent sent by those guys.

Bibi Dong also favored him greatly.

I think Bibi Dong should understand this better than I do, otherwise she wouldn't have given Li Mubai such an important position.

The Golden Crocodile smiled and analyzed the situation carefully.

Previously.

Why did he choose to fight Li Mubai?

For a well-established elder to attack someone from behind, regardless of the outcome, will earn him the reputation of bullying the younger generation.

Even so.

Despite his reputation, he still chose to invite all the major and minor sects in the Soul Master World to come and watch.

What is the purpose?

It was all to investigate Li Mubai's background!

At last.

After finding nothing amiss, he swallowed his pride and publicly surrendered, admitting defeat as an apology.

Apologize to Li Mubai.

Would a seasoned and established Peak Douluo really be afraid of a young upstart?

How could that be!

Even if Li Mubai possessed a deadly attack specifically designed to strike at the spirit, how could he possibly be a match for Golden Crocodile?

As the saying goes:

People become shrewd with age.

Did he waste his entire hundred-year life without even a shred of caution?

That's even more impossible.

Knowing his weakness in Spiritual Power, he had long ago prepared defensive treasures to match it.

Last match.

The reason he was pulled into the illusion by Li Mubai was not because he was unable to resist, but because he deliberately entered into the trap.

Ultimately

It's just that the Worship Hall doesn't trust this elder.

Qian Daoliu pondered for a moment before slowly speaking.

"That's not enough. Before we can clearly ascertain the truth of his identity, all the decisions he participates in need to be examined. He also cherishes Li Mubai very much."

After all, the other party is too young. Such a young Titled Douluo is like the sun at eight or nine o'clock in the morning, full of vigor and vitality, and has infinite possibilities.

This is a Soul Master is very likely to break through level 100, so he cannot afford to take him lightly.

Nevertheless.

We should remain vigilant where necessary.

Golden Crocodile suddenly smiled smugly, "There's one more thing, I wonder if you know about it?"

Qian Daoliu frowned. "What is it? Speak."

Isn't there a wasteland at the east end of Spirit City?

Qian Daoliu nodded, signaling Golden Crocodile to continue.

"That wasteland has now been designated as a new city project and is currently undergoing large-scale development. At the current pace of construction, you'll have a new city in less than three months."

Qian Daoliu somewhat surprised.

The construction of the new city will inevitably require the Spirit Hall to invest heavily.

But he was unaware of this matter.

In other words, Bibi Dong used the treasury without consulting him.

Thinking of this...

Qian Daoliu's face became somewhat solemn.

The somber mood wasn't because Bibi Dong had taken it without permission.

Rather, he saw the hidden meaning behind Bibi Dong's actions.

She desperately wanted to break free from his control.

Are you wondering now why you didn't know about this?

The Golden Crocodile walked slowly through the hall, looking relaxed.

Despite having some awe for Qian Daoliu, he was actually older and more senior than Qian Daoliu.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, Qian Daoliu still held some reverence for it.

Therefore.

Unlike others, he did not show excessive respect when facing Qian Daoliu.

Why?

Qian Daoliu replied with a puzzled expression.

Seeing that he had piqued the other party's interest, Golden Crocodile grinned and said, "Actually, the construction of the new city area did not use any money from the treasury. The Spirit Hall did not invest in this project."

"No investment? Then who's building the new city? That wasteland has no value to anyone else. Besides the Spirit Hall, who would buy a piece of wasteland?"

Hearing Qian Daoliu's doubts, Golden Crocodile couldn't help but feel a sense of superiority.

There was also a hint of shock.

It's just beginning.

His thoughts were the same as Qian Daoliu's.

And now all he can say is: Li Mubai is truly a talented person!

A piece of wasteland can be sold for over 20 million yuan—what else could it be but a genius?

"The construction of the new city not only didn't cost the Spirit Hall a single penny, but on the contrary... it increased the Spirit Hall's revenue several times over!"

Qian Daoliu a thick eyebrow, feeling somewhat puzzled.

"What do you mean? You mean... that land was sold to someone else? Who would buy a piece of land like that?"

Golden Crocodile laughed heartily, "Nobody wants to buy? Plenty of people want to buy! That's not a wasteland, it's a huge hot commodity! So many people want to buy it but can't!"

"Then tell me, how much did this land sell for?"

Qian Daoliu remained indifferent, his heart filled with disdain.

It's just a piece of wasteland, how much could it be worth?

Ten thousand?

Three hundred million?

500 million?

Or perhaps, 100,000?

The money itself is nothing compared to the cost of building houses after the land is purchased. That's the real problem.

Who can guarantee that someone will buy the house once it's repaired?

He had noticed the recent increase in the number of people in the Spirit Hall and understood that some businessmen might have seen a business opportunity in it.

But who would be willing to invest such a large sum of money, without even knowing if there will be a return?

There won't be anyone there at all.

Especially businessmen.

So.

That piece of land wouldn't fetch much money, and he hadn't held out much hope for it.

"That piece of land sold for a whopping 26 million!"

Golden Crocodile's tone suddenly became louder.

What?

More than 20 million!

Qian Daoliu looked up in astonishment, staring directly at the Golden Crocodile: "You, you're not joking?"

He thought it was just a joke from Golden Crocodile, and shouldn't be taken seriously.

How could a piece of barren land possibly sell for 26 million?

What does this mean?

That's equivalent to three years of net profit for the Spirit Hall!

Making this much money from a piece of worthless land is simply a pipe dream; it's impossible.

What businessman would be that foolish?

Seeing Qian Daoliu's astonished expression, Golden Crocodile immediately burst into laughter:

At first, I didn't believe it either.

But later...

I went to the vault to check the situation.

That's no joke, it's over 20 million.

This Li Mubai is truly capable.

If he were an undercover agent, would he do such a thing?

I think not.

Increase the enemy's strength and weaken your own morale.

This is not something an undercover agent should do.

I think he's fairly sincere towards the Spirit Hall.

The lights were dim and flickering.

The figure flickered in and out of sight.

There was a chill in the silent hall.

Only the calm voice of the Golden Crocodile echoed and reverberated throughout the hall.

He continued, his tone unwavering:

"The first thing he did when he arrived here."

They attended the conference and offered valuable suggestions.

The second thing.

The reform of the basic system of Spirit City eliminated the management of daily life by gangs and established Street Affairs Office, which won widespread praise within the city.

In addition, a dedicated Sanitation Office.

Before.

Within Spirit City, apart from a few shrewd gangs who keep the streets well-maintained.

The streets controlled by other gangs were simply appalling.

There are quite a few people who urinate and defecate indiscriminately.

Every night after midnight, the streets would be filled with indescribable things and a foul stench the next morning.

The ground was a complete mess, with litter scattered everywhere.

The streets were filled with smoke and fumes.

But ever since this Sanitation Office appeared, I've rarely seen these scenes again.

And.

These positions also specifically employ older people who cannot find work and cannot support themselves, thus preventing many tragedies.

At least the number of starving floats has decreased significantly.

In the past...

It's considered good if some people starve to death every few days.

Especially when winter comes.

Have you counted how many people have frozen to death in Spirit City?

Qian Daoliu remained silent in the face of Golden Crocodile's question.

He never cared about these issues.

These issues don't concern him; they're irrelevant to him.

He is the Grand Elder of the Worship Hall, wielding immense power and formidable strength.

He was focused entirely on improving his skills.

He had little interest even in managing the Spirit Hall.

That is precisely why.

He then disregarded public opinion and single-handedly placed Bibi Dong, this woman, on the Pope throne.

Do this.

He simply wanted some peace and quiet so he could have time to focus on his cultivation, striving to break through his limitations and reach a higher realm.

Otherwise.

How could a mere woman be qualified to ascend the throne?

Absolutely impossible!

Throughout the entire ordeal, no matter how moving Golden Crocodile's words were, Qian Daoliu remained calm, his expression unchanged.

Aside from matters important to the Spirit Hall, everything else...

It has nothing to do with him.

Seeing that Qian Daoliu did not reply, Golden Crocodile's voice trembled slightly:

"You're so high and mighty; you've never seen the miserable state of these people."

But I've seen the old man before!

Ninety years ago.

I, an old man, am still a naive and ignorant youth.

He had no Soul Power whatsoever.

At an age when they should be carefree and enjoying a peaceful life, they have instead encountered great misfortune.

I'll remember that year forever!

The crops failed completely, and the crops withered and died in the fields.

The government not only failed to provide relief to the disaster victims, but also increased taxes by three cents.

Forced to the point that his relatives and neighbors in his hometown hung white cloths high in their homes, and sobs and groans echoed through the halls.

My relatives also died in that natural disaster.

Speaking of which...

A look of sorrow crossed the wrinkled face of the Golden Crocodile.

Even her eyes suddenly became moist.

He felt that Qian Daoliu's figure suddenly became blurry.

"To hell with this world! To hell with the aristocracy! Is this how ordinary people are supposed to be treated?! A human life is so worthless?!"

Golden Crocodile's tone suddenly became excited.

After the initial excitement, his expression turned somber again.

From that day on, I worked hard to improve myself.

My talent isn't top-tier; I can't compare to a prodigy like Li Mubai.

So all I could do was desperately cultivate myself and try my best to survive.

Once, in order to break through level 30...

Lacking any background or influence, I had no choice but to plunge into the Star Dou Forest alone.

That was the time I almost died in the mouth of Soul Beast.

Thank goodness.

He was rescued by a village girl.

When the village girl was mentioned, a hint of nostalgia, and... guilt, suddenly appeared in Golden Crocodile's eyes.

Her name is Bai Xiaoxiao.

16 years old.

The person is as their name suggests.

A short girl.

She wasn't very good-looking; she couldn't be considered a beauty.

She wouldn't be described as graceful and elegant.

During the time she was recuperating at her home, she was always chattering away in my ear.

Like a sparrow, never letting anyone have peace and quiet.

She always said I was too tall, like a pillar of a house.

They say that feelings grow over time, and I'm no exception.

What did we know back then?

I just felt very happy being with her.

Later.

Due to a bottleneck in my cultivation, I once again ventured into the Star Dou Forest in search of an opportunity to break through.

I promised her that I would marry her when I returned, and asked her to wait for me.

Things didn't go as planned.

That outing resulted in an accident.

This resulted in me being away from home for two months.

Two months isn't a long time, but for me, it felt like an eternity.

When I got home...

The house has already changed its appearance.

It turns out that she was kidnapped by thugs just three days before I returned.

Later.

The villagers found her in an abandoned well.

Unable to bear the humiliation, he committed suicide.

The Golden Crocodile said dejectedly:

"Just a little bit short."

If I had come back three days earlier, this wouldn't have happened.

She always said I was like a pillar.

But I, this pillar of the house, couldn't protect her..."

Creak creak...

The Golden Crocodile gritted its teeth, its eyes gleaming with ferocity and filled with hatred.

"Those thugs and the fallen noble forces behind them, I wiped them all out in the end!"

I will grind them to dust.

To vent my anger!

Golden Crocodile's gaze suddenly changed, becoming resolute:

"From that day on, I vowed to diligently cultivate myself."

I've always believed that the deaths of my family and loved ones were caused by my own lack of strength and effort.

Later, I joined the Spirit Hall.

That stay lasted for decades.

Qian Daoliu remained silent, simply listening attentively.

The Golden Crocodile looked up at the Qian Daoliu:

I don't really like this world, but I don't know how to change it.

I approve of Li Mubai's actions.

Regardless of whether he is an undercover agent or not.

At least.

So far, nothing he has done has been detrimental to the development of the Spirit Hall.

Moreover...

So what if he's an undercover agent?

I admire him.

I will do my best to support and cooperate with his future ideas.

I can't change the world, so let him change it!

After he finished speaking, the hall fell silent.

A refreshing night breeze wafted in from the doorway, ruffling Qian Daoliu's cascading black and white hair.

A long silence followed.

He then turned around and sat cross-legged on the prayer mat again.

See here.

The Golden Crocodile said nothing more and left in a huff.

Just as he was about to leave the main hall, a voice came from afar.

"Li Mubai is indeed quite good."

Several days passed.

The birds chirped and twittered merrily in the early morning.

He woke Li Mubai from his sleep.

After getting up, tidying his clothes, and washing up, Li Mubai left the room.

Today.

It's a special day.

The monthly general meeting begins today...