Manipulative Harem God

Zhang Wei's smirk deepened as the new mission alert materialized before him.

'Conquer Xianghui City and its underground gangs, becoming the sole ruler? Now, that's interesting,' he mused to himself.

Having successfully completed Lin Ruoxi's mission, the lack of subsequent main tasks hinted that the system was taking it's sweet time to issuse a new mission!

A smile played on Zhang Wei's lips as he contemplated the scenario. It appeared that Xianghui City was destined to become a more frequent stop in his journey than he had initially anticipated.

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In the aftermath of the encounter, Zi Weixiu, the woman with striking violet hair who had maintained a stoic silence, finally voiced her question.

"Miss, why did you let him go so easily?" she inquired, her eyes revealing a curiosity that had lingered beneath the surface.

Tang Lifen, brows furrowed, rested her head against the seat, an air of contemplation surrounding her.

Yin Yaqing, seizing a momentary glimpse of Tang Lifen's visibly strained expression, stepped in to offer insight. "Do you think Lifen desired this outcome? It was a directive from the Prince to extend an invitation for him to attend the auction."

"... The prince, huh..." Zi Weixiu muttered, absorbing the information without pressing for further details.

The mysterious aura surrounding the identity of the Prince lingered in the air, a topic acknowledged but discreetly kept within the confines of the Jade Court. Everyone present understood the implicit power that loomed above them, orchestrating events from the shadows.

Tang Lifen sighed, rubbing her forehead as if attempting to dispel the lingering tension. "He is not good," she muttered under her breath.

Intrigued, Yin Yaqing turned her head towards Tang Lifen. "Why do you say that, Lifen?" she inquired softly.

Tang Lifen opened her eyes, a bitter smile playing on her lips. "He even spotted the prince's hidden shadow near us. It would be better if we weren't pulled into the game between the society and him."

Yin Yaqing fell into contemplative silence, absorbing the weight of Tang Lifen's words. 'Game between society and him?' she pondered. The realization that he might be a significant enough threat to warrant caution from society raised intriguing questions.

Yet, a lingering skepticism crept into Yin Yaqing's thoughts. Could he truly be such a formidable enemy that society had to walk carefully around him? She found herself hesitating to fully embrace the notion.

In fact, she was right.

Even the weakest members of the Eternal Void society might outclass Zhang Wei in terms of power. However, it wasn't merely the strength that alarmed them; it was the conspicuous absence of consequences for his audacious actions.

The state appeared to turn a blind eye to his daring actions time and again, and the shroud of mystery enveloping his background only heightened the sense of unease. Zhang Wei seemed akin to an unknown poisonous bug—one they were reluctant to touch without being adequately prepared.

The invitation extended to him was nothing more than a calculated move, a method to gauge the extent of his strength and discern the true nature of Zhang Wei.

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Upon arrival at the airport, Zhang Wei smoothly guided the vehicle into the parking area, nonchalantly tossing the keys to Anna.

"Boss, should I accompany you?" Anna queried, seemingly unperturbed by the unfolding events. Rose's prior warning had evidently prepared her for the potential twists in their journey.

Zhang Wei shook his head, fingers interlaced with Xiong Mei's. "Not necessary. Take my car and head back. As for this beauty," he indicated the Rolls Royce, "stash it in the cargo. We'll need it ready to roll when we touch down."

"Understood," Anna nodded, receiving the keys to Zhang Wei's Audi. With efficient coordination, she liaised with the airport staff, ensuring the Rolls Royce, laden with gifts and presents, was expeditiously loaded into the nearest cargo plane.

The decision to bring his own car wasn't merely a matter of convenience. Xiong Mei's hometown, nestled in a remote village in Dongjiang, prompted Zhang Wei's foresight—ensuring they remained connected to the outside world during their visit.

At the airport, a dedicated personnel intercepted them, seamlessly guiding them through the intricate processes. The entire airline now operated on high alert; someone capable of potentially disrupting the entire flight schedule couldn't be dismissed as weak. The unseen presence raised a sense of caution among the airline staff.

As Zhang Wei boarded, disgruntled murmurs emanated from the crowd of passengers. Their frustration was evident, blaming the delay on the latecomers who had jeopardized the timely departure. Regardless, once Zhang Wei entered the tranquility of the first-class cabin, the discontent outside faded into a distant hum. The air hostess who had guided them bowed slightly before departing.

"Zhang Wei, over there!" Xiong Mei exclaimed, pointing towards a specific isolated seat.

The first-class section lay vacant, its usual occupants having been rerouted to another flight in advance. Within this luxurious enclave, only four individuals occupied the spacious surroundings.

In the first-class cabin, two of the occupants were unmistakably Xiong Mei and Zhang Wei. The other two were women—one exuded an air of sophistication, her dark hair framing an elegant demeanor; the other sported sunglasses and possessed distinctive greyish silver hair.

'Why does she look familiar?' Zhang Wei wondered.

[Ahem, host, please don't forget your crimes so easily]

Zhang Wei nodded in realization. The recognition struck him—she was the same woman with whom he had some fun inside the trial room.

Xiong Mei continued to scrutinize the pair until He Ning, the woman with sharp eyes and dark hair, turned around. Their eyes locked, and an immediate shiver traversed Xiong Mei's spine, prompting her to retract her gaze.

'That gaze... it's so intense and scary,' Xiong Mei thought, a subtle unease settling in as she swiftly avoided futher contact.

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Status:-

Name: He Ning

Age: 29

Body Rank: Mortal

Cultivation Level: None

Bloodline: Abyssal Serpent Heritage

Spirit beast: none

Cultivation talent: Elite Talent

Spiritual root rank: Superior Spiritual root

Special Abilities: Voodoo

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[Host, the Abyssal serpent and spiders belong to the same family, and she even possesses knowledge of Voodoo. It's quite a combination. The Abyssal serpent was known for its hypnotic eyes; she can definitely use some mild form of hypnosis even without cultivation.]

Zhang Wei nodded, absorbing the intriguing details. 'Why is she in the company of someone with such enigmatic abilities?'

"Zhang Wei, look here!" Xiong Mei urgently tugged at the hem of his shirt, swiftly presenting her phone as the flight began its ascent.

"What is it?" Zhang Wei shifted his attention, only to be met with a webpage showcasing an individual named 'Zara.'

His lips twitched in a mix of surprise and amusement, not at Zhou Jiajia's idol status but rather at how young she appeared. 'Only 19?'

[...] The system remained speechless. Zhang Wei, in his previous check of Zhou Jiajia's status, had simply overlooked her age, just as he casually disregards the protests of women.

''A young idol... Oh, it makes sense.' Zhang Wei's brows furrowed as he delved into Zhou Jiajia's family background, uncovering the wealth and support she enjoyed from her father.

Xiong Mei blinked, seeking confirmation. "Isn't she the same girl as Zara?" she asked.

Zhang Wei nodded, his attention unwavering. "She is, so what?"

Does he look like someone who chases after idols?

Despite his nonchalant response, a hint of intrigue lingered in Zhang Wei's eyes.

Xiong Mei's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "You aren't interested?"

Zhang Wei, leaning back, crossed his arms. The subtle curve of his lips betrayed a bemused expression. "Well, she's an idol. What's there to be interested in?"

Zhang Wei couldn't help but wonder why Xiong Mei seemed more captivated by Zhou Jiajia than by him.

"... So, do you want her autograph?" Zhang Wei asked, a playful tone underlying his words as he attempted to conceal his smile.

"Yes!" Xiong Mei nodded, swift and decisive, extracting a handkerchief and a pen from her purse. The speed of her actions left Zhang Wei momentarily questioning reality. Shaking his head, he accepted the items and casually scrawled his signature across the handkerchief before returning it to her.

"What?!" Xiong Mei exclaimed, shock evident in her eyes as she struggled to believe what had just transpired.

Before she could voice her protest, Zhang Wei stood up, strolling casually towards Zhou Jiajia's seat, leaving Xiong Mei bewildered and questioning the unexpected turn of events.

Approaching Zara's seat, Zhang Wei maintained a casual demeanor, his lips curved in a sly smile. The sophisticated woman, Hu Ning with dark hair glanced up from her book, acknowledging his presence with a polite nod.

"Excuse me, Miss Zara," Zhang Wei began, his tone smooth and composed, "my friend is a big fan of yours. Would you mind giving her your autograph?"

Zhou Jiajia felt a wave of confusion, the voice tugging at a memory that seemed to elude her. Setting her book aside, she regarded Zhang Wei with a warm smile. "Of course, I'd be happ—"

Her words froze midair as her gaze landed on his same amiable-looking face. Recognition dawned as the unsettling memory from the trial room resurfaced, leaving Zhou Jiajia momentarily speechless, her smile fading away, replaced by a grim look.