Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 280: Death of the Pleiades Star Officer
North America. Biltmore Estate is the largest and most luxurious estate in the United States, and even in the world.

Located in Asheville, North Carolina.

The Renaissance castle-style buildings in this manor alone cover an area of ​​nearly 20000 square meters.

It is equivalent to a large terminal in a giant city.

This does not include the dozens of large formal and informal gardens, wineries, golf courses, and racecourses.

Not to mention the lawns, rivers, woodlands, ponds, and 8,000 acres of blue-collar mountains.

The owner of this estate.

Vanderbilt family.

One of the wealthiest families in the United States, they made their fortunes by running railroads and water transportation.

Originated in the Netherlands.

In America, the oldest and richest families are almost all of European descent.

So even though, under the call of Catholicism, European dignitaries had the idea of ​​competing with America and resisting Protestantism, they formed the European Union.

However, it still has close ties with the United States and is still inevitably a follower of the United States.

Inside the castle at the deepest part of the manor.

The huge dining table was covered with a white cloth
It is filled with various exquisite tableware.

Girls of all skin colors were wearing pitifully small thongs, with their white bodies and chests tied only with white and black maid aprons, and they were walking back and forth in the banquet.

As she walked, the arcs of varying sizes trembling inside the apron were revealed.

The only thing that remains the same is youthful firmness and elasticity.

Sitting at the dining table were several middle-aged and elderly people wearing formal suits of various colors.

Her hair was coated with last century hair wax.

An antique pocket watch was strapped to his suit.

Vanderbilt Washington.

The Vanderbilt family's generation of power stood by with a smile.

The patriarch of the richest family in the American upper class serves these dozen middle-aged and elderly people like a butler.

"Cheers to the blooming rose of Damascus," one of the elderly men, wearing a black suit, vest, and blue tie, raised his glass of red wine and said, "The government forces have retreated, and now it's very likely ours."

After taking a sip of red wine, he elegantly wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin and said:
"Our emperor is still stubborn and has gambled the future of his entire country for a small piece of Ukrainian territory, but he didn't expect that we would swallow up a large piece of his backyard."

"Who made the Orthodox Church so conservative? How foolish! Don't they know that a closed religion only produces dull believers?" Another old man in a gray suit scoffed.

"[Messiah. Creator] brought Judaism, which in turn branched into Christianity and Islam, and Christianity gave rise to us Protestants, Catholics, and Eastern Orthodox Christians."

"Both Protestantism and Catholicism are still very much alive and well."

"But then again, Steven Rockefeller III, you have a really big appetite. Your Rockefeller family owns more than half of the eighteen oil fields in northern Syria. You should give us some."

The old man in the black suit and vest sneered, "Niels Morgan, do you have an oil refinery? Even if we give you the oil fields, don't we still have to give them to Rockefeller for refining? You've swallowed up so much of the money that Russian tycoons and the Orthodox Church have deposited in your North American and European banks, and we haven't even asked for a share."

"If you have such an appetite, should we give you a share of the DuPont family's arms?"

"Alright, alright. Anyone who wants our DuPont family's munitions? I, Irene DuPont, am generously advertising them here. Come get them! As long as you can handle those slipper-wearing Husseins." Another elderly man in a dark blue suit and glasses knocked on the table.
"Everyone, let's not forget that the reason we came here was to discuss how to swallow up several Japanese conglomerates, not to start an internal conflict."

"Since we already had our territories marked out during World War II, whoever has the guts to take what they've taken shouldn't be spitting it out, no matter how jealous they are, right?"

“The world is big, the cake is big, don’t always look at your own table, the East is big, the East is rich”

"East." Nils Morgan, the elderly man in a gray suit, looked clearly unhappy. "The sun has begun to set in the west and is now rising in the east. According to our latest data from Morgan, the second largest acquirer of land in Brazil is Japanese. Their privately owned land in Brazil is almost the size of an entire state."

"I didn't expect us to work so hard to harvest them. They still have a lot of assets. Brazil has had some problems with its foreign exchange reserves recently. Why don't we join forces?"

"Didn't we agree that the Brazil issue would be handed over to the Gambino family?" a blond middle-aged man at the end of the table said, "Gentlemen, you're not going to let go of even the scraps from our gang, are you?"

"Dolf Gambino, can you defeat the Yamaguchi-gumi? I'm afraid you'll even lose your territory in Brazil," Nils Morgan said sarcastically. "It's said that Brazil's local mafia is already losing ground to the Yamaguchi-gumi."

"Brazilian gangs aren't so easy to bring down." Dolph Gambino wiped his greasy hands with a napkin, threw it on the table, pushed aside his ornate chair, and stood up. "The power of the Brazilian Catholic Church and the Mafia is a bit overwhelming for even us, let alone the Yamaguchi-gumi. Just wait, our five major families will definitely take over northern Brazil with all their might."

"I just hope that you gentlemen won't extend your hands to the Brazilian dinner table."

After saying that, Dolph Gambino stood up, turned around and walked out without saying hello.

"What a family with no manners." Steven Rockefeller III shook his head as he watched him walk out. "Bringing these uneducated mafia representatives to a gathering like this is truly useless socializing."

"Don't say that. These fearless guys are still somewhat useful, especially when their minds are full of violence." Nils Morgan also withdrew his gaze, lit a cigar and said:
"As far as I know, the shares of Japan's Sumitomo and Mitsui Groups have fluctuated significantly, with the Mikami family having swallowed up a significant portion. It seems we're not the only ones plotting this; these groups are also dissatisfied with the current situation. Japan's business community is also undergoing drastic changes."

"I heard that the acquisition of these shares was manipulated by a woman named Mikami Yuya. Since the Mikami family is willing to give power to a young woman like Mikami Yuya, her vision and acumen are definitely not inferior to those of us old folks." Irene Dupont leaned on the dining table with his hands, frowning.

"The Mitsubishi Group has also recently taken away a lot of our DuPont family's arms business on the black market. Those who dislike America are particularly drawn to Japanese arms. It seems that MacArthur didn't punish Japan enough."

Steven Rockefeller nodded. "I think we need to expedite our actions. It's already evening. Given the inherent nature of this island nation, Japan, it won't be long before it turns to its powerful neighbor."

"Who said it wasn't?" Nils Morgan stretched out his hand, holding a cigar, and rolled over the body of the blonde girl next to him.

Looking at the girl screaming from being burned, he showed a perverted smile.

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Part of Fang Zuo's spiritual consciousness was on guard around him, while the other part was locked onto the huge rooster in front of him.

What was just transmitted was divine thought. This method of communication obviously does not belong to the Kingdom of God.

But Fang Zuo still didn't dare to let his guard down.

Although his soul and primordial infant were close to perfect form, his spiritual power could not be replenished in this place, and the body of Ashura Mingwang had not yet taken shape.

If he were besieged by the first gods of the kingdom of God here, he would still be no match for them despite the endless supply of incense power and the blessing of the laws of the small world of the kingdom of God.

"Who are you and where is this place?" Fang Zuo released his divine sense.

The palace complex in this kingdom of God is like overlapping mountains.

It is even more magnificent and majestic than the small world city of the ancient country of Izumo.

If that place was just a place where mortals lived, this place looked like an immortal's heavenly palace.

"I never thought that in this Dharma-Ending Age, a Yuanying Zhenren would appear and come here. It's truly remarkable." The divine thought filled with death rang out again: "This was originally the Great Bright Palace of the East Heaven Gate. I am the owner of this Great Bright Palace. My name is Huang Cang, and I am in charge of the Pleiades of the Twenty-Eight Constellations. People call me the Pleiades Star Officer."

Fang Zuo's heart was shocked.

As a Taoist, he is of course very familiar with the twenty-eight constellations and the numerous divine duties.

The star official of the Pleiades has even appeared in the Journey to the West and various mythological stories circulated among the people.

The original form of Huang Cang was the first rooster in the world, and he later worshipped Lingbao Tianzun as his master.

After the Conferred Gods Battle, Buddhism and Taoism jointly established the Heavenly Court.

He was included in the List of Gods and was named a star official of the Twenty-Eight Mansions.

He is one of the many priests in heaven.

Now that the Heavenly Palace is empty, why didn't this Pleiades star official leave but was imprisoned here instead?
"I know you have too many questions, young friend, but we don't have time. The group of insects are repairing the incense barrier of their kingdom of God and may come back at any time." The voice of the Pleiades official was extremely weak and intermittent.

"Please kill me quickly and leave a wisp of my soul to solve your puzzles."

Fang Zuo hesitated slightly after hearing the deathly tone in these words: "Why do you, Star Lord, wish to die? After I release you, I can naturally take you out of the Divine Kingdom."

"No need, young friend." The Pleiades official laughed bitterly. "Now that the Dharma has ended and the Heavenly Court is empty, what use am I to you? Besides, the spiritual energy of this Heavenly Dao is weak, and I lack the incense offerings of the Heavenly Court. My life span has come to an end, and reincarnation is inevitable. I am fortunate to be able to pass away peacefully in your hands."

Reincarnation? It seems he doesn't know anything about the underworld yet.

"But Xingjun." Fang Zuo frowned. "The underworld is empty too. Where will you go to reincarnate?"

"What? Even the underworld is gone?" The huge body of the Pleiades official couldn't help but tremble.

The thick tentacles that pierced through the rooster's heart and the several huge, fat insect eggs lying on its body began to move impatiently when they saw that the main body of the Pleiades Star Official dared to move again.

Many black barbs extended from the surface of the tentacles, piercing tightly into the heart.

The insect eggs also stretched out their hideous forked mouthparts from their heads and pierced into the rooster's body.

A miserable divine thought entered Fang Zuo's soul.

The Pleiades star official let out a heartbreaking wail.

"Ahhhh!! Kill my friend!! Kill me now! Even if I can't enter reincarnation, and my body and soul are scattered and turned into ashes, it's still more satisfying than being killed by these insects."

As he spoke, the giant rooster let out a long crow.

Supporting its huge head, the tattered comb full of holes stood tall like a broken military flag.

The extremely sharp chicken beak, with a black hole that tore through space, pecked at an insect egg fiercely.

The insect egg let out a huge wailing sound, and a big hole was pecked out of its huge body, and green juice splashed everywhere.

A fat worm fell out of the egg shell.

The huge rooster suddenly opened its beak, stretched out its broken tongue, which was only half left, wrapped around the fat worm, and swallowed it into its stomach in one gulp.

The feathers of the Pleiades star official, which only had the bases left, suddenly stood up, and the wings, which only had bones left, opened wide. His old eyes gleamed with brilliance, and a loud cockcrow resounded throughout the kingdom of God.

The entire small world of God's kingdom was shaken as if it were collapsing.

The space barrier was also cracked by the rooster's crowing.

He shouted, "Great, great, great!!! I only regret that I drank too much and got drunk for three days, allowing you and other insects to take over my body. I feel ashamed before the immortal officials in the Heavenly Court and have lost the face of the Three Pure Ones. This is the perfect way to die!!!"

A wisp of spirit burst into Fang Zuo's mind: "My friend, protect this wisp of my spirit, and quickly help me to my death!!"

Fang Zuo no longer hesitated and made a prompt decision. His Nascent Soul suddenly emerged, and he stabbed the soul of the Pleiades official with the scabbard in his hand.

The star official of the Pleiades crowed again happily.

A huge rooster soul stood tall and straight, separated from his original body, shining brightly, like a real sun rising in the east.

Its light is not blocked by any incense from the kingdom of God, and it penetrates thousands of miles in an instant.

He straightened his neck proudly and looked up in one direction.

I don't know what I'm looking at.

After the last chirp.

It slowly dissipated like ash, and the huge body collapsed to the ground.

at the same time.

Fang Zuo decisively turned around and fled towards the incense barrier on the other side.

"What's going on? Who is it?"

A huge voice rang out.

Tian Zhiyu Zhongzhu was surrounded by golden light and came quickly.

He was furious in the golden light.

"There's the aura of a cultivator." Divine Emperor Chan Lingzun, who was also in the golden light, said solemnly, "It's that cultivator again, it's him."

Another High Emperor Spirit Master suddenly looked in the direction where Fang Zuo had fled, and his voice echoed throughout the Divine Kingdom: "Ebisu, he's with you, stop him quickly, we'll be there soon."

I felt three powerful auras coming from the Great Bright Palace of the Pleiades Star Official.

Fang Zuo no longer spared his spiritual power and flew towards the incense barrier with all his strength.

"Don't even think about escaping!" A yellow light shot out like lightning, blocking Fang Zuo.

The body rolled and the yellow light dissipated.

A large yellow leech, about hundreds of meters long and tens of meters wide, appeared in front of Fang Zuo.

It covers the kingdom of God beneath it and isolates the sun in the sky.

The body is divided into numerous ring-shaped segments.

Various hideous circular and vertical skin and flesh kept stretching and shrinking the body.

The slender head suddenly stretched out, like a rubber band, and quickly drew an arc to intercept Fang Zuo.

The Y-shaped mouthpart composed of three lower jaws suddenly opened, and the mouthpart was filled with densely packed saw-like teeth.

Swallowed towards Fang Zuo.

Fang Zuo sneered.

The Nascent Soul flew out from above his head, and a mighty long sword of incense stabbed out.

At the same time, Ashura Acala's body suddenly expanded by dozens of meters.

The body grows rapidly.

The muscles in his two arms were knotted, and what was different from before was that there were many more thunder cloud patterns of Acala around his arms.

Like clouds floating beside my arms.

When his arms danced, the light also fluttered with his arms, and the light images he brought out were like white cloud ribbons surrounding Fang Zuo's body.

As Fang Zuo threw a punch, these cloud patterns emitted a breathtaking white glow.

Occasionally, there is a sound of thunder.

The leech's huge body saw the wooden scabbard and stabbed it first, feeling the irresistible incense on it.

It shrank strangely, avoiding the wooden scabbard that was flying towards it.

And the next moment, Fang Zuo's fist arrived.

He dodged the wooden scabbard, but could not dodge Fang Zuo's powerful punch.

Boom.

There was a loud noise in the heaven and earth of the Kingdom of God, like thunder.

Suddenly, a huge fist mark appeared on the body of the giant leech, and its Y-shaped mouthparts spewed out green blood.

Fang Zuo's spiritual power burst out like a huge mountain, suppressing the leech's body.

At the same time, Yuanying swung the sword in the scabbard, splitting the leech into two parts.

The leech wailed silently, green blood splattered everywhere, and the two remaining huge parts of its body kept rolling and stretching, which was extremely disgusting.

Fang Zuo sensed a powerful aura approaching from behind, and decisively struck it with a few more swords, chopping it into pieces.

He grabbed the incense power from it, turned around and walked through the barrier.

"You can't escape!!" Amanomichichuuzhu shouted from behind.

The laws of the small world of the Kingdom of God fell like a chain, locking Fang Zuo.

Every law in this world is unbreakable.

However, among these dense web-like rules, some of them lean towards the left, leaving a big hole.

Fang Zuo swung his sword, accelerated his body, and passed through these loopholes.

Entered the incense barrier and escaped.

"Who the hell is he?" Amanomichuuki roared in rage, golden light radiating from his body. "Why is his bond with the Japanese power becoming increasingly deeper?"

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Tokyo Exorcist Police Department.

Yingkong Kurumi and Feng Dielian came to a small meeting room.

Section Chief Oono Keiji of the Security Agency's Section 7 was sitting in a chair with his head down.

Hearing the door open, he said in a deep voice: "I did all this alone. I plead guilty."

"Are you so eager to confess?" Yingkong Kurumi said lightly.

"Director and Deputy Director?" Ono Keiji looked up, his face filled with surprise. "Why are you here?"

"I got rid of those prosecutors." Yingkong Kurumi pulled out a chair next to the table and sat down. "You really don't want to say anything to me?"

Feng Dielian also sat down next to him and stared at the man.

"If I were you, even if you refuse to hand over the person behind the scenes, at least give me a reason." Feng Dielian said softly, "At least you can live up to the trust that the director has in you. You know, out of the five candidates for section chief, the director singled out you and promoted you."

"Director, I'm very grateful for your trust in me," Oono Keiji said with a wry smile, "But I also have reasons that I can't tell you."

"Oh? Tell me about it." Yingsora Kurumi supported her chin with both hands, motioning him to continue.

"This happened many years ago when I was born into a poor family," Oono Keiji said slowly. "The most embarrassing moment for me since I was old enough to understand was paying tuition, especially when I had to argue with my teacher over and over again in front of my classmates."

"Their smiles and the teacher's knowing nods made me feel ashamed."

"So I worked like crazy to earn tuition fees since I was in middle school. Then, I met a girl and we became friends during that time."

"One winter night in my senior year of high school, also on the day of tuition payment, I stood on the stage and said the same words in embarrassment."

"The girl came to see me, her cotton jacket soaked by the freezing winter rain, and her hair was covered in snowflakes."

"She brought me the tuition money I desperately needed, and then she left."

"Then, I was admitted to the Faculty of Political Science and Law at the University of Tokyo, and she also paid for the exorbitant tuition fees."

“I owe her all this.”

Oono Keiji whispered, "Director, I plead guilty. I did it all. There's no need to investigate further. Stop asking questions. Let's leave it at that."

"It's not as simple as you say. It's just about making a friend." Yingkong Kurumi shook her head and said, "It's not just about tuition fees."

She paused and then said, "You love her, don't you, Oono Keiji?"

Keiji Ohno paused with his head down, then nodded.

"Does she love you?" Feng Dielian asked.

For a moment, she felt a little sympathy for Keiji Ohno.

Keiji Ohno shook his head: "She only considered me an ordinary friend, and she died when she was a junior in college."

"Then she's not the one looking for you," Yingkong Kurumi said. "It's her family that's looking for you."

"This is the last thing I can do for her." Oono Keiji nodded and said, "It's a way of making amends."

"Since so many years have passed, you..." Feng Dielian was interrupted by Keiji Ohno who raised his head before she could finish her words.

"If I had to give up my life, I probably wouldn't agree. But if it means my career or a few years in prison," Oono Keiji said with a wry smile, "I'd rather be Fengdielian, Deputy Director. You don't have to persuade me."

"Okay." Yingkong Kurumi stood up. "Then you stay here. You know the charges and sentence for perjury in this criminal case."

"Yes," Keiji Ohno stood up and said with his head down.

Feng Dielian followed Yingkong Kurumi out of the meeting room.

The two looked at each other, not knowing what they were thinking, and sighed.

"It's at least some information, and we have some direction." Feng Dielian said softly.

"Go ahead and do it. Start by checking at the University of Tokyo. There were three female junior students who died within two years of Keiji Ohno's junior year." Sakura Kurumi said, "It shouldn't be too wide a range. They're neither much older than Keiji Ohno, nor much younger than him."

“If I don’t find a suitable target at the University of Tokyo, I’ll switch to Waseda University and Tokyo Women’s University.”

"If a girl from a wealthy family like this goes to the University of Tokyo, she will definitely not be too bad."

"I understand. I'll go right away." Feng Dielian nodded. "I'm just worried about studying at a foreign university."

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In a luxurious villa in horizontal screen.

Masami Miura knelt properly in the living room.

"Pa." She was slapped hard on the face.

"Father!!" Masami Miura touched her burning face, and a trace of blood flowed out from her red lips.

She looked at the man in front of her in disbelief.

It was obvious that her father hadn't held back at all.

"You bastard, who told you to dig up this case?" An elderly man in a kimono raised his cane and smashed it down fiercely: "You idiot!"

(End of this chapter)