160: I didn't expect you to be so loyal to your family!

With the fundamental issues resolved, Tang Gao left the Liu Family in a joyful mood, used the System's teleportation function, and arrived at the top floor of the Three-Leaf Clover Group building in Qingcheng.

Wei Qiang was sitting at his desk, looking at the intelligence reports with a troubled expression. For the past six months, the Stick Figure Great Power hadn't made a move against him, which had only made him more anxious.

After being under such pressure for half a year, Wei Qiang now wished the Stick Figure Great Power would just grant him a sudden death to free him from his torment.

"Yo, reading intelligence, Xiao Qiang?"

Tang Gao said, his mood cheerful, as he sat on the office sofa.

Wei Qiang's expression tightened for a moment. He looked up, saw it was Tang Gao, swept him with his Divine Thought, confirmed it was indeed Tang Gao, and relaxed. He smiled warmly: "Little Gao, how did you get in? You didn't even say hello."

Wei Qiang knew Tang Gao; they had met a few times. The circle was small, making it hard not to know each other.

Li Nezha had also introduced Tang Gao to the Great Powers of Qingcheng, greeting everyone and implying, 'This is my beloved disciple, you should give him Face in the future.'

Facing a junior, Wei Qiang's smile was amiable, and he didn't put on any airs of an elder. Although he was curious how Tang Gao got in, he thought about how Li Nezha was rich and powerful, and giving a few high-grade Spatial Talismanic Incantations wasn't a problem, so he didn't think much further.

Wei Qiang smiled and took out a fifth-grade rare Zhanqi System Justice Qi Spirit Stone from his drawer. He stood up and walked over: "You came up so suddenly, I didn't prepare any gifts. Little Gao, here, take this Spirit Stone. It's not expensive, just take it to play with."

A fifth-grade rare Zhanqi System Justice Qi Spirit Stone was considered high-grade, equivalent to a mid-tier Cultivation Immortal Cave. This meeting gift was quite expensive.

Tang Gao looked at him with a half-smile, not taking the Spirit Stone. Instead, he snapped his fingers, summoning his Mechanical Yuanzun Clone.

The Mechanical Yuanzun Clone walked out of the Void Realm, its tactical scope flashing with blue data streams, looking at him with a cold expression.

Wei Qiang's Face instantly turned pale, and the Spirit Stone in his hand dropped to the floor. His spiritual intuition warned him that his death was imminent, a life-or-death crisis right before his eyes.

Tang Gao looked at Wei Qiang with an amiable smile: "Wei Qiang, did you forget the Talismanic Incantations on your body?"

Wei Qiang tried to calm down, but cold sweat began to uncontrollably bead on his forehead and back. His expression was panicked, and his teeth began to chatter: "You have a connection with the Stick Figure Great Power... Yes, it's not strange that you have a connection with him."

Tang Gao was the super Genius who rose from Liang City. It was normal for him to have a connection with the Stick Figure Great Power.

Tang Gao said indifferently: "I'm very displeased with the Yingbin Tower incident, Wei Qiang."

Wei Qiang knelt on the floor bitterly, lowering his head, speechless.

In his memory, he was covered in Talismanic Incantations, but when he later sought help from other Great Powers, they had no memory of the event at all.

Yes, no memory.

Wei Qiang felt mentally disoriented. If it weren't for the faint energy fluctuations still emanating from the Talismanic Incantations on his body, if it weren't for a Mechanical Yuanzun truly rising in Qingcheng, if it weren't for the Yingbin Tower incident truly happening...

He would have suspected he had arrived in another parallel world.

But all of this was real.

Wei Qiang lowered his head, looking at the floor, his expression pained: "Stick Figure, I have nothing to say... Hmm? Stick Figure?"

Wei Qiang looked at the floor with a bewildered expression, then looked up, and the memories in his mind became clear: "Tang Gao?"

Wei Qiang lowered his head, and the memories in his mind turned into the Stick Figure. He opened his mouth to speak: "Stick Figure?"

Wei Qiang swallowed, slowly raised his head, and looked at the cold-faced Tang Gao. The memories in his mind were exceptionally clear, even remembering that Tang Gao's shoes were size 42.

He lowered his head, and only the words 'Stick Figure' remained in his mind.

Look up, Tang Gao.

Look down, Stick Figure.

Look up, Tang Gao.

Look down, Stick Figure.

Any related information, even indirect transcription, would be altered by the conceptual power into the Stick Figure.

Wei Qiang was drenched in cold sweat, trembling with fear, knowing that he absolutely could not escape the palm of this Great Power.

Tang Gao extended his hand towards the fifth-grade Spirit Stone on the ground, drawing it into his palm to play with, tossing it up and down, his eyes becoming profound.

Wei Qiang swallowed, not daring to say another word, keeping his head down, painfully enduring the impending judgment.

The air in the room became silent.

After a moment of quiet, there was a click-clack sound of a keyboard.

Wei Qiang couldn't resist. He looked up and saw the Mechanical Yuanzun opening a keyboard and playing a game, typing joyfully.

Tang Gao looked at his Clone speechlessly: "Do you really have to play now?"

The Mechanical Yuanzun was expressionless, complaining: "Can you hurry up? I want to go home and play with Blue Rose."

To be honest, after six months without Blue Rose being mischievous by his side, he missed it a little.

Tang Gao pouted, gripping the Spirit Stone, and looked at Wei Qiang: "Originally, I didn't plan to leave you alive, since you know my true identity."

Wei Qiang almost cried out: "I really don't know! I lose my memory as soon as I look away!"

Eyes open, Tang Gao.

Eyes closed, Stick Figure.

Open mouth, "Long Dong Qiang."

What kind of knowing is that!

Tang Gao sighed with slight disappointment: "Alright, what a pity. I originally planned to exterminate your entire Family, but now I can't think of an excuse to do so temporarily."

Wei Qiang's eyes lit up, seeing that there was still a turn of events. He quickly crawled on his knees to Tang Gao's side and hugged Tang Gao's leg:

"Tang Gao, no, Hidden Fox General, I'm still useful! I'm an eighth-grade Cultivator, a qualified enforcer! As long as you spare my life and give my Family a way to live, I'll do anything."

Tang Gao lowered his head with a half-smile, looking at the pleading Wei Qiang: "What if I don't want to spare your life?"

Wei Qiang's Face was pale, his eyes filled with despair, his lips trembling slightly, his voice shaking: "Please, give my Family a way to live, alright? I can offer my wealth, most of my Family's wealth, to the Stick Figure Great Power."

Tang Gao looked at him, slightly surprised: "I didn't expect you to be so loyal to your Family."

Much stronger than that Zhao Shan, who even wanted him to threaten his parents.

Wei Qiang smiled bitterly: "Born in the Wei Family, grew up in the Wei Family, at peace in the Wei Family... Eating the Family'sSalary, dedicating my life to the Family."

Tang Gao's fingers lightly tapped the wooden armrest of the sofa, making a "thump-thump" sound.

The "thump-thump" sound echoed in the room.

Wei Qiang lowered his head, his hands propped on the ground, feeling dizzy. His spiritual intuition was warning him that death hung over his head, about to fall.

"Fine, I'll spare your life. You persuade the Wei Family to join my faction.

Oh, and I don't like trouble. You publicly announce that you've joined the Mechanical Yuanzun's sect."

Wei Qiang completely collapsed onto the floor, letting out a long sigh of relief, his eyes filled with the joy of surviving a disaster. He muttered:

"As you command, as you command, as you command..."

The Mechanical Yuanzun, rubbing his hands, was playing a game of Eight Gods against Mai Shiranui, and reminded him, complaining: "Don't click submit. Half a year has already passed here. I suggest starting over and following the optimal procedure."

Tang Gao stopped his hand from clicking submit, a slight cold sweat breaking out on his forehead: "That was close."

Good heavens, he almost skipped half a year of classes.