Are You Here as an Envoy or to Be Beheaded?

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The trip to the pleasure house to listen to music never happened.

The main reason was that the Undead Empire had abolished such places. The former workers had either been forced into legitimate occupations or were preparing to enroll in the soon-to-open singing and dancing academies for training.

But none of that mattered.

It neither affected Xu Jiawei's daily enjoyment nor left him short of money after temporarily becoming unemployed.

Losing the national treasury had indeed cost him a substantial portion of his wealth.

But the Xu Family still had plenty of tangible businesses supporting them—the largest auction house in the Star Luo Empire had been the Xu Family's own enterprise.

Just auctioning goods for the Pixiu Merchant Association and taking a commission was enough to make them a fortune.

Together with the unwavering loyalty of some diehard subordinates and servants, the Star Crown Sect's Xu Family, stripped of its imperial mantle, still counted as a top-tier noble clan.

Having cast off his burdens, Xu Jiawei now lived every day in carefree comfort. He was having the time of his life, and even his Soul Power cultivation was advancing by leaps and bounds.

If the Douluo Continent had not yet been fully brought under the Undead Empire's rule, he would have wanted to take his entire family out sightseeing and truly relax.

Over the past decade or so, the others had been alright, but he and Xu Jiujiu had borne far too much pressure.

It had left one sibling in his early fifties, married for years without any descendants.

The other was nearing forty and did not even have a partner.

Xu Jiawei now seemed to have liberated his true nature. Whenever he was home, he hounded his younger sister like an old father, urging her to find someone