Living in the Doomsday and Becoming an Immortal Alone
Chapter 705 - 319 The Contact Person_2

Chapter 705: Chapter 319 The Contact Person_2

Sweeping away the drowsy state of the past days, Dragonfly Lady was in surprisingly good spirits today;

she listened to Elder Tai’s nonsense throughout, as well as the flattery of Elder Tai’s bootlicking followers, enduring her disgust and calculating the time.

Finally.

"That’s it for today’s meeting, I’ll add a few words."

Tai Chenggang said in a deep voice:

"The current situation is becoming increasingly severe, and the newly established Battle Alliance of the nine integrated combat zones is still extremely resistant to us.

"Spiritual Energy has had, and will continue to have, a huge impact on human progress in the past, present, and future, yet those politicians from various combat zones worry that we will take away their power."

"All of you are the core backbones of the Spiritual Ability Capital Resource Management Committee and should ride the wave of the times..."

About half an hour later.

"Meeting adjourned."

Dozens of attendees clapped at the same time, with an exceptionally fierce clapping strength.

Dragonfly Lady also couldn’t hold back her laughter like an old tortoise doing walk-through school.

Meeting with such old-timers was truly a torture;

she needed to find her young hunk.

Closing the virtual meeting device, Dragonfly Lady rushed into the suite beside her office, found a pair of stockings dusted for ages, changed into a more seductive black leather skirt, scrutinized herself from a few angles in the mirror, and slapped her plump rear.

"Charming, my old rogue."

Subsequently, Dragonfly Lady wrapped herself in a thick trench coat, slung on her delicate single-shoulder bag, and walked from the office to the centrally located elevator of the building.

The Spiritual Ability City was like a super large flat fortress.

However, it had only four levels above and below ground combined, with the main part of the city on the surface.

Fifty percent of the population was on the ground level, where the commoners of the Spiritual Ability City gathered, with iconic buildings of the city distributed around the Silent Ball where the Six Elders resided.

The first and second underground levels were residential areas for civilians and materials, with many refuges and warehouses built.

The third underground level contained various research facilities and institutions related to Spiritual Energy.

The Nature Faction’s original main activity area was the second and third underground levels.

Now, although the Nature Faction had come out of the underground to the forefront, their main territory was still underground.

The elevator Dragonfly Lady was taking could directly reach the first underground level of the Spiritual Ability City.

She stepped out of the elevator and was greeted by a clean district.

Dozens of meters above, smooth rock layers were embedded with some metallic rings, within which some self-recovering Blade Beast Crystal Cores were inset, these rings provided warmth and lighting.

Dragonfly Lady suddenly heard a familiar call beside her ear:

"It’s not bad here, it’s just that many people live worse than livestock."

The lady remained calm, her hands nested in the pockets of her trench coat, proceeding normally along her route home from work.

There were many patrolling guards along the way;

most of these guards were low-level spiritual power users or ordinary human soldiers who weren’t selected as materials.

— This was near the Microfire Building, so the order naturally was much better than in other areas.

Dragonfly Lady found her usual descending elevator and directly reached the second level.

The height of the second level exceeded sixty meters, and through the glass of the observation elevator, rows of five to six-story buildings could be seen rising and falling.

This was the main territory of the Nature Faction.

Dragonfly Lady went to her favorite tavern, intentionally appearing somewhat troubled, exchanged a few secret codes with the bartender, and entered a downward secret passage from the kitchen, turning left and right until she reached her secret residence.

A suite-like cell with its own bathroom and study.

This place had previously been used to imprison the political criminals of the Spiritual Ability City, who were the higher-ups that lost in power struggles.

Dragonfly Lady looked around and softly asked: "Boss?"

In the corner of the room, a shadow silently flowed, slowly condensing into a vague humanoid figure.

This figure trembled slightly like gelatin, and that familiar figure came into Dragonfly Lady’s view.

Look at this young cultivator.

He looked just over twenty years old, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, a handsome face, and hair that he had just started to grow simply tied back. He wore a simple shirt and jeans, with white sneakers that made him resemble a student just reporting for classes.

Who else could it be but Black Storm King Zheng?

"You haven’t changed at all... Well, it has only been nine months."

Dragonfly Lady inexplicably felt touched, mumbling continuously:

"They all said you were dead, taken out by a Blade Beast, but I never believed it.

"You’re not the type who would lose control once on top; you surely had a backup plan, really... truly, it was like that."

She felt a bit sentimental.

Wang Jixuan’s expression was somewhat peculiar as he went straight to the sofa and sat down, smiling: "Make yourself at home, no need to be reserved."

"This is my place."

Dragonfly Lady retorted with annoyance, quickly finding the feeling of getting along with this guy back then.

Annoying.

She took off her trench coat, deliberately showing off her now well-exercised mature figure, seemingly casually asking: "Didn’t you say you came to the Spiritual Ability City for some reasons? Is there anything you need my help with?"

Wang Jixuan smiled and shook his head: "This is not something others can help with, let alone you’re still their deputy minister now."

"Don’t even mention it."

Dragonfly Lady walked over to the fridge, took out some cured meat and low-strength alcohol, and complained:

"I’m just a small fry pushed out by my teachers.

"Going to work every day is like going to jail, and I still have to face those Dominion Faction bastards.

"Not a single policy I advocated for has been implemented!"

The Daoist pinched a piece of cured meat into his throat, chewing lightly.

Having eaten little in over nine months, his taste buds transmitted a sense of pleasure, emitting a comfortable hum.