132: Chapter 132 You call this a "personality mutation"?

Su Group headquarters, top-floor conference room.

The air was filled with a nauseating smell of rust.

The originally spacious and bright modern conference room was now tightly sealed off by thick, dark red velvet curtains, preventing even a sliver of sunlight from entering. At the head of the long conference table sat the young man in a high-end suit.

But his sitting posture was truly unsightly right now.

He had one foot resting on the priceless mahogany tabletop, holding a goblet in his hand. The cup was not filled with Lafite, but a viscous, dark red liquid.

It was fresh pig blood just delivered from the wet market; it hadn't even had time for anticoagulants to be added, and it was heavily streaking the walls of the glass.

"Too bland."

Su Yang—or rather, the Old Ancestor of the Blood River—shook the cup with disdain, as if he had just taken a sip of dishwater. "The livestock these days are all filled with the taste of feed and antibiotics; there isn't a shred of Spiritual Qi."

On both sides of the conference table sat over twenty directors and executives of the Su Group.

This group of bigwigs who usually held absolute power in the business world were now pale as death, and some even had a large wet patch at the crotch of their pants.

Just ten minutes ago, because the CFO had expressed a word of doubt regarding the "withdrawal of five billion in liquid funds" proposed by Su Yang, Su Yang had merely glared at him.

Just a single glance.

The CFO had suddenly gone mad, clutching his own throat, nearly gouging out his own eyeballs; he was still lying in the corner foaming at the mouth.

"Have you all written down what this seat just said?" Su Yang splashed the cup of pig blood onto the floor, his gaze sweeping across the room with a sinister chill.

The Executive Vice President stood up tremblingly, the notebook in his hand shaking. "Su... Chairman Su, you said you wanted to build a 'Health Pool' fifty meters long and wide, and ten meters deep, in the third basement level of the group building?"

"Not a Health Pool, it's a Blood Evil Pool!"

Su Yang corrected him impatiently. "And you are to procure five hundred tons of raw meat for me, it must be bloody. In addition, search the whole city for ginseng and lingzhi that are over a hundred years old; I want them regardless of the price. If anyone dares to hide them, I will extract his soul and light it as a sky lantern."

The Vice President was on the verge of tears. "But Chairman Su, we are in real estate and finance. Suddenly buying so much raw meat and traditional Chinese medicine will be impossible to explain to the Securities Regulatory Commission. Besides, the third basement level is the core area for load-bearing columns; digging a pool will cause the building to collapse..."

"That is a problem for you Mortals to consider."

Su Yang sneered, a flash of red light in his eyes. "This seat only wants the result. Within three days, if the pool isn't built, I will fill you all in as base ingredients."

A cold Evil Qi instantly swept across the room.

That feeling was like being targeted by a prehistoric beast; everyone's heart felt as if it were being gripped by a cold hand, making it difficult even to breathe.

"Did you hear me?!" Su Yang slammed the table.

The sturdy mahogany conference table exploded instantly, wood chips flying everywhere.

"Heard... heard you!" The executives wailed in unison, wishing they could knock their heads against the floor.

Su Yang leaned back in his chair with satisfaction, enjoying the feeling of being feared by these ants.

This was power.

Even in this Age of Dharma Decline where Spiritual Qi was exhausted, as long as he showed a little bit of his methods, these Mortals would be as obedient as dogs.

Just at this moment.

Bang!

A loud noise rang out.

That thick conference room door, which was said to be bulletproof, was violently broken open from the outside.

The entire door panel flew in directly, grazing Su Yang's scalp and smashing into the floor-to-ceiling window behind him, shattering the bulletproof glass into spiderweb-like cracks.

Su Yang frowned, the killing intent in his eyes surging.

"Which blind dog dares to disturb this seat's meeting?"

The smoke and dust dissipated.

Standing at the doorway were two rows of fully armed special service personnel, their anti-riot shields gleaming with cold light.

In the midst of this steel forest, a man wearing a black trench coat and a wide-brimmed hat stepped in. He carried no weapons, only a silver-white metal case, and the ID badge hanging on his chest caught the dim light.

Gu Changan.

He raised his hand to wave away the dust in front of him, his gaze sweeping over the mess and the trembling directors, finally fixing on the furious Su Yang.

"Su Group, right?"

Gu Changan's tone was flat, as if he were here to check the water meter. "We received a tip from the public that there is a serious biosafety hazard here, suspected of illegally storing unquarantined blood products. I am from the National Bureau of Abnormal Affairs, here for a routine inspection."

Su Yang narrowed his eyes, his Divine Sense instantly sweeping over Gu Changan.

No Spiritual Qi fluctuations.

No True Qi circulation.

Just an ordinary Mortal with slightly stronger blood and Qi.

"Bureau of Anomalous Affairs?" Su Yang sneered, picking up the empty wine glass again. "A government office for sewers and stray dogs dares to barge into this seat's dojo? Get out; this seat is in a good mood and will spare your life."

Gu Changan ignored him and turned directly to wave at Chen Xiaobei behind him.

"Xiaobei, set up the equipment."

"You got it!"

Chen Xiaobei rushed in, clutching an instrument that looked like an old-fashioned camera, and started snapping pictures of Su Yang frantically. The red light on the instrument flashed wildly, emitting a beeping alarm sound.

"What are you doing!" Su Yang was furious, just about to raise his hand to cast a strand of Evil Qi.

Hum!

Gu Changan casually threw the silver briefcase onto the ground and pressed a button.

An invisible interference field instantly expanded.

The bit of Evil Qi that Su Yang had just condensed at his fingertips was like a candle extinguished by a strong wind, dissipating with a 'pfft' sound.

He froze for a moment, looking at his fingers, a flash of astonishment in his eyes.

"Boss, the data is out."

Chen Xiaobei stared at the screen, reciting a string of technical terms. "Target individual Su Yang, physical DNA match 99.9%, but brainwave frequency is abnormal. His brainwave spectrum is completely different from a normal person's, with extremely long pauses in the peaks, and it carries a special alpha decay magnetic field. Simply put, the consciousness inside this brain has a serious biological rejection reaction with this body."

"Speak human language." Gu Changan pulled over an intact chair and sat down.

"It's a case of a dove occupying a magpie's nest." Chen Xiaobei pushed up his glasses. "The CPU of this body has been replaced with some antique System unearthed from god-knows-when, with extremely poor compatibility."

Su Yang—the Old Ancestor of the Blood River—finally understood.

Although he didn't understand what a CPU was, he understood that this group of Mortals was researching his Possession.

"Presumptuous!"

Su Yang stood up abruptly, black-red Aura surging around his body. "You ants dare to pry into this seat's immortal arts? Since you've figured it out, this seat won't pretend anymore! That's right, the original owner of this body has already been devoured by me! Being possessed by the Old Ancestor of the Blood River is a blessing he cultivated over several lifetimes!"

He spread his arms, waiting for this group of Mortals to show expressions of terror and worship.

According to the script, these Mortals should be kneeling and begging for mercy, calling him a Demon God.

However.

Gu Changan just took a tissue out of his pocket, wiped the dust off his leather shoes, and then looked up at him, his eyes filled with the kind of care one shows to a mentally disabled person.

"A blessing?"

Gu Changan sneered. "You call this a blessing?"

He threw an autopsy report onto the table.

"Mr. and Mrs. Su Dinguo died of comminuted cervical spine fractures, plus crushed laryngeal bones. To snatch this body, you killed the original owner's parents and fabricated a gas poisoning scenario."

Gu Changan stood up, his Aura changing abruptly. It wasn't the pressure of a Cultivator, but the heavy, crushing weight representing the state machinery.

"Without the person's consent, forcibly occupying another's body. Under our country's laws, this constitutes theft, insult to a corpse (attempted), and a major crime of illegal organ transplantation."

"Killing direct relatives to cover up a crime, this is intentional homicide."

"Using feudal superstition to intimidate others in public, this is the crime of picking quarrels and provoking trouble."

Gu Changan counted them off one by one, taking a step forward with each count.

"Old Ancestor of the Blood River, is it? You think you are Rebirth? No, in the eyes of the law, you are just a robber and a murderer."

Su Yang was stunned by this series of charges.

He, the dignified Old Ancestor of the Blood River, had traversed the Cultivator world for three thousand years, killing and performing Soul Refining countless times, and no one had ever dared to judge him.

Today, he was actually being pointed at and scolded by a Mortal with a bunch of clauses he couldn't understand?

"You're courting death!"

Su Yang was completely enraged. "What kind of bullshit law! In this world, power is the law! Today, I will refine you all into blood corpses!"