568: Chapter 569 The Most Tragic Undercover Agent in History! The Goddess Risks Everything to Find Out the Secrets of the Agent.

The journey over the next two days...

Xie Jinghong thoroughly experienced a living Hell.

To maintain her persona as the "distressed deputy manager," she had to grit her teeth and take on all the chores in the group.

Boiling water.

Brewing tea.

Packing luggage.

Sweeping floors and wiping tables.

Making beds and folding quilts.

Even in the dead of night on the Flying Boat, she had to brave the cold wind to stand watch!

For a mighty expert at the Seventh Heaven of Profound Immortal Realm, these tasks were certainly not a physical burden.

This was more like a mental execution! An insult to the depths of her Soul!

She had lived for fifteen hundred years!

From birth until now, as the sole heir to the largest commercial Empire in the Tiannan Immortal Domain, she had never even personally washed the cup she used for drinking water!

Even when getting dressed, a group of Heavenly Immortal maidens would line up to serve her!

Never mind serving others tea and water.

She only learned what the lid and base of a teapot looked like over the past two days because Su Chen forced her to identify them.

But she endured.

To obtain information on this mysterious Divine Son.

To figure out the terrifying trump card he possessed that was enough to insta-kill a True Immortal.

She had to swallow this blood!

But that bastard Su Chen seemed to have keenly sensed something, or perhaps he derived some kind of unspeakable, extremely wicked pleasure from ordering her around.

His instructions became more frequent.

His requirements became more meticulous.

He was practically treating her like a donkey pulling a millstone!

This morning.

The sun was just right. Su Chen was leisurely reclining in a Spiritual Wood lounge chair on the deck of the Flying Boat, soaking up the sun.

He squinted comfortably, with one leg arrogantly propped up on the armrest of the chair.

One hand was pillowed behind his head, while the other casually pointed at his own shoulder.

"Shopkeeper Shen, if you please."

Standing to the side holding a tea tray, the corner of Xie Jinghong's eye twitched uncontrollably.

"Young Master Su... what would you like me to do?" She gritted her teeth, trying her best to make her voice sound like a humble person in distress.

"My shoulders are sore. Come and give them a massage." Su Chen didn't even lift his eyelids, his tone as natural as if he were ordering a cat or a dog.

Xie Jinghong's hand holding the tea tray froze in mid-air.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Her brain was undergoing a tragic internal struggle.

Her left brain was screaming frantically: Slap him to death! Kill him right now! With the power of the Seventh Heaven of Profound Immortal Realm, she only needed one finger to embed this reckless bastard, chair and all, into the keel at the bottom of the Flying Boat, so deep he couldn't be pried out!

Her right brain, however, was howling desperately: Endure! You must endure! The information hasn't been gathered yet! The trump card hasn't been figured out! You are the Thousand-Faced Goddess; you are someone meant for great things!

Ultimately, reason triumphed over rage; the right brain won a pyrrhic victory.

Xie Jinghong suppressed the anger in her heart and slammed the tea tray onto the table.

She walked behind Su Chen.

Slowly, she reached out her hands.

She placed them somewhat stiffly on his shoulders.

Her fingers were long and fair, as if carved from the finest mutton-fat jade, with the delicate touch of an Immortal accumulated through fifteen hundred years of Cultivation.

But the problem was, she had never massaged anyone's shoulders before.

Thus, her technique was extremely clumsy, as if she were touching a red-hot iron.

Her strength was also completely wrong.

One moment it was too heavy, as if she were about to snap Su Chen's collarbone; the next it was too light, no different from pressing keys randomly on a piano or dusting off a surface.

Su Chen frowned slightly.

He didn't open his eyes, only speaking lazily: "Your technique isn't good, Shopkeeper Shen. It's too stiff; you've never served anyone before, have you? Use even pressure, keep the rhythm slow, and push down gradually from the Jianjing point along the trapezius muscle. Don't you know the rules?"

An explosion went off in Xie Jinghong's head.

[He's even being picky?!]

[He actually dares to be picky!!!]

[To have the wealthiest woman in the Tiannan Immortal Domain, a dignified Profound Immortal expert, personally massage your shoulders—the smoke from your ancestral graves should be rising through the Nine Heavens! You actually dare to complain that this Young Miss's technique is bad?!]

She clenched her fists, forcibly suppressing the urge to twist Su Chen's head off, and squeezed out a single word: "Yes."

Then she adjusted her strength and started again.

This time she got the hang of it a little, and her technique improved.

But it was still only barely a passing grade.

Su Chen didn't say anything else, seemingly accepting this quality of service.

He closed his eyes, but a wicked curve curled at the corner of his mouth. The internal commentary in his heart was already bursting with joy:

[Hahahahaha! This feels great!]

Su Chen enjoyed the sunlight and this massage service—which, though not very professional, was definitely the most expensive in the entire Immortal Domain. He was so comfortable he almost hummed out loud.

Just then.

A childish voice, still carrying the scent of snack crumbs, suddenly popped up from the side.

"The strength is too weak."

Xie Jinghong was stunned and looked down.

Wang Baobao had squatted down next to the lounge chair at some point.

She was still clutching a piece of scrap metal she had pried from somewhere, her large, dark eyes blinking as she stared seriously at Xie Jinghong's hands.

"Big sister, your strength isn't as great as Baobao's," Wang Baobao commented solemnly.

"The Boss said that when massaging shoulders, you have to use force; it only feels good when you press into the bone. If you're soft like this, the Boss won't be comfortable."

The corner of Xie Jinghong's mouth twitched violently.

She, a dignified Profound Immortal, was afraid of accidentally crushing this Great Saint Realm girl to death, so she had held back ninety-nine percent of her strength—only to be looked down upon by a little girl with sky-pointing braids?

"Baobao... right?" Xie Jinghong suppressed her temper and asked with a fake smile, "Then how much strength do you think is appropriate?"

Wang Baobao tilted her head and thought about it seriously.

Then she reached out a chubby little hand with two dimples and gently—looking completely harmless—grabbed Su Chen's other shoulder.

*Crack.*

A crisp, ear-grating sound of bone dislocation suddenly rang out on the quiet deck.

Su Chen's eyes, which had been comfortably closed, snapped wide open!

"Hiss—!!!"

He gasped, nearly launching himself off the lounge chair.

"Holy crap! Baobao, let go! Let go quickly! Are you massaging a shoulder or cracking a walnut?! My collarbone is about to snap!"

Wang Baobao was startled and quickly released her little hand, looking innocently at Su Chen, who was grimacing in pain.

"Boss, Baobao really used the smallest, smallest amount of strength..." She pouted aggrievedly, looking as if she were about to cry any second.

While frantically rubbing his shoulder joint that had almost been crushed, Su Chen glanced back at Xie Jinghong with lingering fear.

"Forget it, forget it. You do it."

Su Chen sighed and waved his hand at Xie Jinghong. "Even though your strength is a bit weak, like you haven't eaten, at least you won't rip my shoulder off and eat it as a snack."

Xie Jinghong stood there, her eyes fixed on Su Chen.

She held her breath, her chest heaving violently.

Continue massaging.

Fifteen hundred years.

She never thought she would have such an absurd and humiliating day.

A supreme expert of the Seventh Heaven of Profound Immortal Realm.

The sole heir to the largest commercial Empire in the Tiannan Immortal Domain.

The Thousand-Faced Goddess whom countless Prodigies and elites sought after but could not obtain.

At this very moment, she actually had to stand submissively behind a man.

Giving him a massage as a common laborer.

Not only did she have to endure his pickiness about her technique.

She even had to be looked down upon by a little girl with sky-pointing braids who only knew how to eat scrap metal for not being strong enough!

Xie Jinghong felt that her Dao Heart was collapsing at a visible rate, crumbling into pieces.

She had an extremely strong premonition.

If one day something went wrong with her Cultivation and she suffered a Qi Deviation.

It definitely wouldn't be because of some Heart Demon backlash or an unstable Foundation.

It would purely be because she was driven to death by sheer anger from this bastard Su Chen!