Investing in the Reborn Empress, She Actually Calls Me ‘Husband’ Chapter 723: Ways to Deal with Xiao Li

Gurgle, gurgle—

The second-floor private chamber remained silent, the only sound being the rhythmic bubbling of the hot pot.

Yuwen Cuojin and Situ Ding scrutinized the three individuals sitting across from them. Their expressions were contemplative, as they felt somewhat uncertain about the current circumstances.

The figure leading the group was presumably Lord Black Earth Immortal, a man whose true depth seemed impossible to gauge.

However, the two companions at his side were clearly only at the External Scenery Realm.

While the Fifth Realm would typically be considered a cornerstone of any major Sect, they seemed almost trivial given the massive assembly of powerhouses currently at the Qingyuan Sect for the upcoming ceremony. Furthermore... this didn't align with the description of Lord Black Earth Immortal provided by Luo Yexian...

"By the way, where has Luo Yexian gone?"

Situ Ding queried Yuwen Cuojin via a private voice transmission.

"...He is currently playing mahjong."

Yuwen Cuojin’s lip twitched slightly.

Luo Yexian had been shouting outside earlier, and remarkably, he had managed to find a few players. He was already engrossed in a game downstairs, having completely abandoned his responsibilities.

Since he was the one with the most experience dealing with Lord Black Earth Immortal, his absence left Yuwen Cuojin and Situ Ding in a rather clumsy position without a middleman.

That useless fellow... if he weren't the brother-in-law of the Young Master, he would certainly be punished...

"I am Situ Ding. My greetings, Immortal. Might I ask for the names of the two esteemed gentlemen accompanying you?"

Situ Ding offered a polite cupped-hand salute and spoke first.

Elder Xue remained motionless, his hands clasped behind his back in silence.

Elder Qian offered no response either, his entire focus dedicated to the hot pot as he ate with singular devotion.

Li Mo had warned them before their arrival that speaking too much would only lead to blunders. Since they lacked experience interacting with members of the Demon Sect, it was better to let him handle the talking.

"They possess no names."

The young Lord Li shook his head, replying with an air of indifference, "They are merely my attendants. As long as they execute their duties, their names are of no consequence."

Xue Jing: "..."

Qian Bufan: "Chomp, chomp."

Attendants?

Situ Ding and Yuwen Cuojin traded a quick, meaningful look.

They certainly had subordinates in the Fifth Realm, but to call them attendants? That was unheard of. Luo Yexian, for example, was also at the External Scenery Realm. Even if one ignored his ties to the Young Master, he was a man of status wherever he traveled. Would such a person willingly act as a common servant?

Yuwen Cuojin felt that something was not quite right.

Was the Immortal suggesting that the true powerhouse he brought for backup was someone else entirely?

Before he could voice his thoughts, a sudden disturbance broke out from the floor below.

"You bastards are cheating at mahjong!"

"Oh? I didn't think you had the eyes to notice."

"You lowlifes lack any mahjong spirit! Return my coin! Then you will kneel and apologize to my tiles, or else..."

"We belong to the Mountain Tiger Gang. What do you plan to do about it?"

"?"

Luo Yexian’s eyes widened as he inhaled sharply—not out of shock, but out of pure, unadulterated rage.

He was a Hall Master of the Summoning Demon Church, a figure feared as a ruthless Demon Sect member.

How could these punks, who were only at the Inner Breath Realm, dare to behave so insolently?

How could he possibly endure this?

Luo Yexian was tempted to release his Cultivation base and snort in disdain, but he suddenly recalled his mission for the Church. Being so close to the Qingyuan Sect, any reckless display could draw unwanted attention, leak secrets, and surely result in severe punishment from the two Deputy Church Masters.

"Hmph... get out of my sight."

"You were acting so tough a moment ago, I thought you were actually someone important."

Observing that Luo Yexian was angry but seemingly restrained, the lead cheater gave a mocking sneer and grabbed the money pouch from the table.

"I'll kill you!"

Luo Yexian’s eyes turned bloodshot. Cheating was bad enough, but stealing his money was the final straw.

In a flash of fury, his left arm lashed out like a striking serpent.

The movement was nearly instantaneous. To the onlookers, it was nothing more than a blurred black shadow. Then, the man’s hand was crushed, and the blood-splattered coin pouch was back in Luo Yexian’s hand.

"Aaaaagh! My hand!"

"Get the boys! Call for backup!"

"Who the hell set off a firecracker?"

The restaurant erupted into total chaos. The sound of heavy footsteps echoed from outside as a mob began to swarm the building. The situation was rapidly spiraling out of control.

"That Luo Yexian! He is nothing but a magnet for trouble!"

Yuwen Cuojin struck the table in frustration.

The lives of those ants didn't matter. The real problem was that Luo Yexian had just utilized the distinct techniques of the Hundred Beasts Hall in a room full of witnesses.

"We have no choice now. We must slaughter everyone here to ensure no news leaks out," Situ Ding suggested with a cold, murderous tone.

"Many here are part of the martial world and have backgrounds. Killing them is merely a temporary fix."

Yuwen Cuojin sighed as he spoke. "However, at this point, we have no other options..."

His voice suddenly failed him before he could finish the sentence.

Situ Ding, standing beside him, had the same reaction, instantly shifting into a defensive posture.

The clamor of the restaurant had vanished into an eerie silence. Suddenly, trees seemed to grow, birds began to chirp, and flowers bloomed—a serene spring landscape that induced a sense of lethargy.

Bubbles drifted through the air, bursting into shimmering, hallucinatory visions. Out of the shifting light and shadow, a figure began to take shape.

"Who is there?"

Situ Ding’s face was grim. The individual who had appeared was at the Seventh Realm, and their aura felt more ancient and profound than his own, signaling someone who had delved much deeper into the myriad mysteries.

"It is her... Situ, stand down." Yuwen Cuojin pulled him back.

"Tonight is merely an ordinary evening. Nothing of note occurred in this restaurant."

The figure ignored the others, speaking in a low, soft voice.

Then, ethereal dream butterflies emerged from the brows of every patron in the shop, fluttering away into the void.

Her voice echoed through the wings of the butterflies:

"They shall retain no memory of tonight’s events."

In that same instant, the cheater with the mangled hand vanished from the floor.

In his place stood a different woman.

Her face was serene, radiating a divine loftiness and a noble grace that made one feel as though they were in the presence of a being far above the mortal coil.

"I have relocated those people tens of thousands of miles away."

Tens of thousands of miles in a mere heartbeat!

"Another master?"

Situ Ding’s expression flickered with unease.

The newcomer’s presence fluctuated between the Sixth and Seventh Realms, but her ghostly speed and the ability to appear undetected right in front of him suggested she would be a nightmare even for a Seventh Realm expert.

"The one on the left, Brother Situ, you may also refer to as Church Master."

Yuwen Cuojin let out a sigh. "She is the person I told you about."

"The Church Master who is the vessel for the Cloud Dream Ancestral God?"

Situ Ding gasped. "And the one on the right?"

Young Li secretly gave a mental thumbs up to Qin Yuzhi and Shang Qinqing.

As expected of former Church Masters and divine totems, their theatrical entrances were top-tier.

This was exactly why he hadn't brought the "ice block" along. If those two started fighting during the meeting, it would have been a disaster...

Li Mo kept his expression perfectly neutral:

"There is no need for secret transmissions between you two. These are my Left and Right Guardians."

Upon hearing this, Situ Ding, Yuwen Cuojin, and Mo Chaozong felt a flash of embarrassment before their expressions turned significantly more reverent.

So the Immortal had been aware of their private messages the entire time and simply chose not to embarrass them.

It made sense.

If he had such powerful Left and Right Guardians, the Immortal himself must be even more unfathomable than they imagined.

"Mere parlor tricks, not worth your attention."

Li Mo: "..."

You people—one moment you’re grim, the next you’re shocked, then you’re whispering to each other, your faces changing color like a signal lamp.

Was it really that difficult to realize you were using voice transmissions?

"Let us discuss the matter at hand."