Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Meanwhile, Sakura Kurumi ran into Fang Zuo's arms.

He clung tightly to Fang Zuo's neck, oblivious to everyone else around him.

Her small lips, painted with a dusty rose velvet lipstick, were frantically begging for kisses.

The time I was away was not long, and we were in constant communication.

It wasn't as heartbreaking as the last time we lost contact.

But the joy of reuniting after separation made Sakura Kurumi wish she could immediately kick the two eyesores out of the office.

Then draw the curtains.

Thinking of this, Sakura Kurumi became even more annoyed with Hatoyama Yumemi.

He grabbed Fang Zuo's large hand and pulled him to his chair.

"Come here, let this woman serve you."

As he spoke, he massaged Fang Zuo's shoulders while looking at Hatoyama Yumemi with a mocking expression:

"I've heard that our Minister Hatoyama has always looked down on men outside his family."

"Then you're really unlucky; you didn't meet my man."

"I'm letting you trim my man's toenails today, you're getting off easy."

"Why are you glaring at me? Squat down and start working. Do you still want my signed letter?"

Yumeji Hatoyama did not respond.

She clenched her teeth, her chest heaving rapidly.

Her delicate face was already flushed red.

A pair of beautiful eyes stared intently at the man.

She wanted to use her imposing presence to make the man shrink back and back down.

No man can ignore her.

But the man didn't react at all.

He even arrogantly gestured for her to squat down.

Yumemi Hatoyama took a deep breath and suppressed his emotions.

Slowly squat down.

Then the man lifted his dirty foot and stuffed it into his arms.

This is a new spring Chanel black lace dress.

And it's a limited edition.

This shameless guy even deliberately poked at it with his toe.

"Take off your shoes? What are you thinking?" Fang Zuo raised an eyebrow.

He joined in the shouting with his woman.

I could feel Sakura Kurumi squeezing my shoulder even harder.

He was clearly very happy.

Good guy.

Fang Zuo smiled silently.

It seems that during the time I was away...

The feud between these two women is far from over.

Yumemi Hatoyama looked at the large foot that was tucked into her arms, so close to her.

I've never been this close to a man in my entire life.

What's more, it's a foot wearing a leather shoe.

She, who is somewhat obsessive about cleanliness, almost fainted.

Holding my breath.

At the same time, she kept her red lips tightly closed.

I was afraid that even the slightest breath might get into my nose and mouth.

With a strong pull from her snow-white little hand.

He took off Fang Zuo's leather shoes.

Touching the warm cotton socks, I could almost feel the heat from my feet rising onto my fair face.

How disgusting!!

She quickly took off the black socks on her left side.

Fortunately.

There were no long, dirty fingernails as one might have imagined.

It can be considered clean and tidy.

However, her obsessive-compulsive disorder made her feel nauseous at the heat.

Taking advantage of the moment when Fang Zuo switched feet, he turned his head and took a deep breath.

But then, in a flash, everything went wrong.

A blurry shadow rose up.

She simply brushed her red lips across her face and then rested her hand on her shoulder.

An apology came through the ear: "Oops, sorry, I bumped into you."

这 是
Really?
Did that man's foot just touch my lips?

Yumemi Hatoyama stared wide-eyed.

I can hardly believe it's real.

His expression was blank.

The sensation of that large foot touching her lips instantly triggered a physical reaction of disgust.

I felt nauseous in my stomach.

Her small hand touched her full, red lips in disbelief.

She had never even been kissed by her own man, yet she was touched by his disgusting feet.

But the next second she realized that her hands had just taken off his socks and hadn't been washed yet.

"Ugh!"

Yumemi Hatoyama finally couldn't take it anymore.

He suddenly pushed away the large foot above his shoulder on the left.

He fell flat on his backside.

He braced himself on the ground with both hands, disregarding his image.

vomit! ! !
vomit! ! !
He lowered his head and gagged violently.

Her delicate features were squeezed together, making her look incredibly disheveled!

Ahhhh! !

I'm going to kill you!

vomit! ! !
vomit! !

Kurumi Sakura was overjoyed to see Yumemi Hatoyama in such a disheveled state.

Hahaha!
She covered her mouth and laughed out loud.

She tightly hugged Fang Zuo's neck from behind.

Happy smiling.

He rewarded Fang Zuo with a kiss.

Hatoyama Yumemi gagged several times.

He was breathing heavily.

Then she wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth with her little hand.

I propped myself up.

He slowly stood up and said coldly:

"Have you had your fun, Chief Sakura Kurumi?"

"No," Sakura Kurumi shook her head. "This is nothing."

"Don't go too far!!! Kurumi Sakura!!! I admit I can't do anything to you in a short time, but..." Yumemi Hatoyama glanced at Fang Zuo.

The man's bare foot was propped up on the table.

When she noticed her gaze had shifted towards her, she deliberately twirled her ankle.

Hatoyama Yumemi felt nauseous again at the memory of the touch on her lips. Pointing her little finger at Fang Zuo, she met Sakura Kurumi's gaze again: "Believe it or not, I'll take your man back with me?"

Sakura Kurumi was stunned into a daze.

puff! !
Hahaha! !

Her small hand covered her red lips.

He laughed so hard he could hardly breathe.

She gave Fang Zuo's face another kiss with her little mouth.

"Hatoyama Yumemi, you can try it all you want. Or, let this Mr. Zhang tell you about my manly abilities," Sakura Kurumi said with a smile.

He pointed at Zhang Yingxian.

“Mr. Zhang?” Hatoyama Yumemi turned to look at Zhang Yingxian beside her.

I asked tentatively.

Mr. Zhang, who was usually cynical and looked down on everyone, stood there dumbfounded.

She was even trembling slightly.

After these days of getting along.

Mr. Zhang earned the respect of the entire Hatoyama family through his abilities.

and.

Hatoyama Yumemi saw through Zhang Yingxian at a glance.

If one were to say that one is proud of one's identity as a member of the Hatoyama family.

So this Mr. Zhang looks down on everyone at heart.

From his eyes and words, it was clear that he didn't care about the Hatoyama family, or even the whole of Japan.

His arrogance far exceeded his own.

Yet this arrogant guy actually showed such an expression.

What Yumemi Hatoyama didn't know was...

Zhang Yingxian's heart was pounding violently.

From the moment this man walked in.

All of his magical artifacts were curled up and motionless.

It was so quiet it looked broken.

Even when I try to wake it up, it doesn't respond at all.

Was it because she was afraid of this man? Or because of something about him?

Who is this man?

Is his real name Fang Zuo?
Zhang Yingxian racked her brains but couldn't recall any such person.

His level of understanding seemed no different from that of ordinary people.

But that's what made him a little scared.

Even with his master and those old guys, he could still see through their abilities.

But this one.
He had considered using his third eye to investigate the other party's true strength and weaknesses.

but.

Being arrogant doesn't mean you're stupid.

Such blatant provocation is something only a fool would do.

“Mr. Fang.” Zhang Yingxian ignored Hatoyama Yumeshi’s question.

He stepped forward and performed a standard and respectful Taoist kowtow.

"May I ask if Mr. Zhang is a member of our Taoist sect?"

Fang Zuo crossed his legs and enjoyed the massage from Ying Kong Hu Tao's small hands.

I noticed this guy as soon as I came in.

In this era of scarce spiritual energy, it is still possible to cultivate a three-colored golden elixir.

He really is a genius.

He's caught up with Zhou Yuanyan.

Fang Zuo nodded.

Zhang Yingxian's eyes lit up:
"Then, may I ask what your Taoist name is, and from which famous mountain does it originate?"

"Taoist name?" Fang Zuo was taken aback. He hadn't used a Taoist name for many years and couldn't quite remember it.

"Let me think," Fang Zuo stroked his chin, "It seems to be called something like Shangqing Xuanqiong Zhenjun."

What? ? ? ?

Zhang Yingxian's body trembled violently.

His voice trembled with nervousness: "Sir, your title is... is it Shangqing Xuanqiong Zhenjun?"

He couldn't help but be excited.

The Taoist name and the honorific title are different.

It's not something you can just make up and scare people with.

Shangqing represents the highest lineage of Taoism.

The vast sky represents the orthodox lineage. And the title "True Lord" is...

It is an honorific title, not just a Taoist name.

It far surpasses the real person.

Zhang Yingxian was completely stunned. His eyes were bloodshot with excitement, and his eye sockets were bloodshot.

With a hint of anticipation, he asked again, "May I ask what the title preceding 'True Lord' is?"

Fang Zuo was getting impatient. That long string of gifts was given to him by those old guys. Back then, they even gathered at Longhu Mountain to hold a grand Taoist ritual to celebrate.

The celebration lasted for a total of forty-nine days, but I didn't attend a single day of it.

I didn't even notice what it was called.

"It seems to be called something like Zixiao Huayang, or Nine Revolutions Nascent Soul Qi Transformation into the Three Pure Ones." Fang Zuo thought carefully, then spread his hands: "There was also something like Gang Lei Talisman to exorcise evil spirits and suppress evil, but I forgot. I can't remember."

Zhang Yingxian was completely stunned.

The name Fang Zuo.

He didn't know who it was, nor had he ever heard of it.

The title "Shangqing Xuanqiong Zhenjun" in Taoism signifies a high status, but it does not refer to a specific person.

He didn't know who it was either.

You can add the previous Purple Heaven Huayang Nine Revolutions Nascent Soul Qi Transformation Three Pure Ones, etc.
He instantly recalled a legendary Taoist name.

A Taoist name that everyone in the Taoist community knows.

No matter who becomes a direct descendant of a sect in any of the famous mountains.

the first thing.

They had to kneel in the Taoist temple behind the mountain for three days and three nights in front of those ancestral tablets.

And this Taoist name is one of them.

A legend that all geniuses look up to and admire.

in case.

There is still hope in spiritual practice, then...
This Taoist name represents the hope of all practitioners.

"You are the Purple Heaven Huayang, the Nine-Turn Nascent Soul Qi Transformation Three Pure Ones, the Heavenly Gang Thunder Talisman for Exorcising Evil and Suppressing Demons, the Myriad Laws Returning to Truth, Penetrating the Profound and Mysterious, the Yin and Yang in Harmony, the Spiritual Treasure Connecting with the Divine?"

Zhang Yingxian spoke each word clearly and solemnly.

It was as if they were reciting the most perfect and inviolable Taoist mantra.

Until the last six words were spoken:

"Shangqing Xuanqiong Zhenjun"

"Damn it, those old guys, I told you not to use such long Taoist names." Fang Zuo waved his hand impatiently, "It seems to be this one, it's quite something that you still remember it!!"

"A true man, no, a true lord!!!"

"No!! My idol!!!"

thump.

Zhang Yingxian stared at Hatoyama Yumemi and Sakura Kurumi with their beautiful eyes wide open.

He just knelt down like that.

These two beauties.

One who holds command of a police force of 27 across the entire island of Japan.

The last gate that holds the power of Japan's public safety department.

As the two holders of the greatest power in Japan, even the Prime Minister has to defer to them.

However, they were already well aware of the disdain and arrogance that Zhang Yingxian showed towards them.

That genuine disdain infuriated the two beautiful women at the pinnacle of Japanese power.

It's not that I'm afraid of being looked down upon, but the other person's unusually sincere contempt, which comes from their very bones and even their soul, is unsettling.

It's really uncomfortable.

But you have to admire this guy's skills.

But now.

This arrogant and unruly man knelt down in front of Fang Zuo.

Tears flowed down my face.

That devout gaze and excited expression.

Not to mention Yumimaro Hatoyama, who was stunned into silence.

Even Kurumi Sakura suspected that her man might be the leader of some cult.

They've encountered a cult fan who's completely bewitched.

Zhang Yingxian, who knelt down and kowtowed, had a completely empty mind.

My blood was churning.

Extremely joyful.

They were almost dying of excitement.

This is my one and only idol in my life!!!

The only Nascent Soul True Monarch to ascend to immortality in modern times!!!
The fear emanating from magical artifacts cannot be faked.

One's own judgment cannot be faked.

And this honorific title cannot be faked.

Zixiao and Huayang: Representing Maoshan's status as the ancestral home of the Shangqing School, Zixiao is one of the thirty-six Taoist grotto-heavens, and Huayang Grotto-heaven symbolizes the orthodox Taoist roots.

Absolutely impeccable political integrity!
Nine-Turn Nascent Soul: This signifies that the Nascent Soul has been tempered to its ultimate state by nine layers of alchemical fire. It also represents the Maoshan Nine-Turn Daoist lineage and signifies a lofty status.

Qi Transformation into the Three Pure Ones: This explains the internal cultivation techniques for achieving the Nascent Soul stage. The Maoshan lineage uses talismans that are not merely drawn or incantations that are not simply recited, but rather uses Qi to connect the three Dantian (energy centers) to achieve the goal of refining the spirit and returning to emptiness.

The Thunder Talisman for Exorcising Evil and Suppressing Injuries: This is the foundational technique that made Maoshan famous.

The phrase "All laws return to the truth, penetrating the profound and mysterious, harmonizing Yin and Yang, and communicating with the divine" refers to the essence of the Nascent Soul Daoist method, which involves breaking through all phenomena to directly point to the origin, discerning the darkness, and communicating with Yin and Yang.

Boom boom boom! ! !
Zhang Yingxian slapped her head dozens of times.

When I looked up, my face was covered in tears.

They crawled forward on their knees.

He grabbed Fang Zuo's foot and pulled him into his arms.

"My Lord, I've missed you so much!"

"Ah, no, I mean I admire you to death!"

"Oh no, anyway, I'm just so happy to see you, it's wonderful!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Zhang Yingxian was crying her eyes out.

She tightly hugged Fang Zuo's feet to her face with both arms and burst into tears.

It was almost as if it was being stuffed into his mouth.

Fang Zuo looked embarrassed.

Even without looking, I could feel two strange gazes sweeping over me.

My legs are only held by beautiful women; when will they be held by a big man?

"Are you fucking crazy? Let go of me!" Fang Zuo kicked Zhang Yingxian, sending her flying.

Woohoo! ! !
"True Lord!!! Do you know? From the moment I entered the Taoist path, I regarded you as my idol!!!"

"I'm so happy!!!"

Zhang Yingxian was kicked far away, but fearless, she crawled back crying.

Use all four limbs.

This time, however, he didn't dare hug Fang Zuo's legs anymore; instead, he held the shoes that Fang Zuo had just taken off in his arms.

She was still wailing loudly.

The way they hugged each other so tightly.

It's as if this shoe is the most precious treasure in the world!

This sight made Yumemi Hatoyama's red lips gape open for a long time, until her small mouth was overflowing with saliva before she swallowed it down.

His gaze was fixed intently on Fang Zuo.

Is this man really that important?

No wonder he's Kurumi Sakura's man.

He's definitely my man!!!
Kurumi Sakura caught Hatoyama Yumemi's gaze and gave him a smug look.

With a wiggle of her bottom, she nestled into Fang Zuo's arms, hooked her arms around his neck, and gave him another kiss.

It asserts its sovereignty.

Despite his dislike for Hatoyama Yumemi.

But I have to admit that her looks and charm are no less than mine.

This kind of naked gaze directed at her man.

I know it all too well.

Women are meant to make things difficult for other women.

Especially beautiful women.

"True Lord, didn't you ascend to heaven?" Zhang Yingxian raised her head and asked in confusion.

She was still clutching the leather shoe tightly in her hands.

Fang Zuo sighed.

Although I didn't want to tell him the truth.

This was to avoid damaging his resolve to follow the Dao.

But the great waves sift out the sand.

We'll find out sooner or later.

Fang Zuo gently tapped his hand.

A divine thought entered Zhang Yingxian's mind.

In an instant, the whole story became clear.

He grabbed his shoes and plopped down on the ground.

His face turned pale.

"Why is this happening? Why is this happening? Where do I go? Where do I go?" Zhang Yingxian muttered blankly to herself.

The goal I've been working towards has suddenly vanished.
A moment of bewilderment.

The Dao Heart was shaken.

"Fool! Is the purpose of cultivation simply to ascend to immortality?" Fang Zuo roared. "So what if the Heavenly Court is gone?"

"The path to enlightenment is boundless, with three thousand methods pioneered by our predecessors. Why can't we follow suit?"

"Yes, yes," Zhang Yingxian was brought back to her senses by Fang Zuo's loud shout, and her expression softened: "True Lord, you must have found a new path, right?"

He looked at Fang Zuo with hopeful eyes.

This gaze represents the gaze of all cultivators in the world.

This represents an inquiry from all cultivators in the world.

Fang Zuo's claim has not yet been confirmed.

However, we cannot say that there is none at this point.

Otherwise, this guy's Dao heart will truly be destroyed!!

Nod slightly.

"I knew it! I knew it!!! No wonder he's my idol!" Zhang Yingxian was overjoyed and prostrated herself on the ground: "Congratulations, True Lord! Congratulations, True Lord!!!"

Even after such a huge upheaval, he still refused to throw away that shoe.

I tucked it under my arm, like a precious treasure.

Fang Zuo rolled his eyes.

This guy isn't planning on returning it to me.

I was too lazy to ask him for it.

She took out the shoes that Shiraishi Nagi had prepared again.

But Zhang Yingxian's eyes lit up when she saw it: "True Lord, give me this one too, even if you don't want it."

Fang Zuo was speechless, unable to say anything, and after a long while pointed at someone and said, "You're really something!!!"

He kicked his foot.

The other shoe was kicked to him as well.

Zhang Yingxian happily accepted the shoes and placed them together.

He took out a piece of golden silk and spread it on the ground.

Carefully and meticulously wrap the leather shoes.

Then put it away.

His face couldn't hide his joy.

How much money will I get to sell this for when I get back?!

That old man in the family will treat these shoes like royalty!
A treasure of the mountain!
Holy crap!!!
This is fucking incredible!!!
What's so great about sports cars and huge sums of money?!
The leather shoes that a Nascent Soul cultivator had peeled off!

I cleaned it up myself!!!
One whiff and you'll feel refreshed!

Look how bright and alert their eyes are!

Reflect on the steadfastness of your Dao heart!

They could charge a hefty fee just to display it in a cabinet for those guys to see! (End of Chapter)