Myriad-realm Stat Point System

"There should be a private room waiting for us." Little Bodhisattva Bao Ling Er shouted, "Do you know?"    

"I know, I know!" The manager of Swan Goose Inn said repeatedly, "I'll bring Young Master Suze and all the important people there!"    

As he spoke, he strode in front of them with a smile on his face.    

Su Ze looked at him thoughtfully and thought to himself. Although the shopkeeper's face was full of smiles, his heart was filled with grief and helplessness. All of his emotions were sensed by my Ancient Desolate Spirit Body.    

This is probably the so-called 'life isn't easy', and you welcome people with a smile, right?    

Under the guidance of the shopkeeper, Su Ze and the others arrived at a private room.    

In the private room stood an old woman, and a bald, muscular man was kneeling on her knees. The bald man didn't say a word, but the sorrow and discomfort he was feeling had already spread out.    

The old woman was Luo Ying, who came from Misery Sea Holy Land and was called "Grandma Luo" by the little Bodhisattva.    

"Rakshasa's Ladyship! I really can't accept this!"    

After the bald man gritted his teeth and said that, he turned around to look at the crowd at the door. Su Ze and the others could also see that his face was filled with tears and his eyes were completely red.    

As for the title "Rakshasa's Ladyship," it was clearly used to address Grandma Luo and Luo Ying.    

To the little Bodhisattva, she was Grandma Luo. To Su Ze, she was referring to her real name, Luo Ying. In front of this bald man, her attitude was much more arrogant. She looked down on this person from above and was called "Rakshasa's Ladyship."    

"Not convinced?" Luo Ying's voice was cold, "Then you must be convinced even if you are not convinced! Everything you have is given to you by me. Your messenger of the Nine Underworlds, your Samsara Organization, it is all because of me that you are able to grow to this extent."    

"Today, I want you to seek refuge with a martial artist and serve him loyally. Do you have any objections?"    

The bald man said in a low voice: "Rakshasa's Ladyship, it would be fine if this person is a powerful figure, but he is currently only a Soul Separation Stage martial practitioner. All of his abilities are based on his equipment or his backing -"    

Before she could finish speaking, Luo Ying coldly shouted. "Enough!"    

She looked up at Su Ze and saw that he had an interesting expression on his face. He did not immediately get angry and only then did she heave a sigh of relief.    

Su Ze wasn't angry, but the people behind him were angry.    

The little Bodhisattva quickly walked past Su Ze and slammed the table with a clang. "Grandma Luo, is your subordinate the leader of Samsara Organization, dhuta? He is really bold. Not only did he not listen to Grandma Luo's orders, he even dared to slander Brother Suze! "    

Who was this little girl? Talking to Rakshasa's Ladyship like this, and even calling Rakshasa's Ladyship Grandma Luo?    

The bald brawny man lowered his head and took a look without a trace, then retracted his gaze. He secretly thought of a way in his heart - his Samsara Organization that he painstakingly operated for so many years, even the Emperor of several countries was frightened by his name, how could it be used to continue serving someone?    

Luo Ying heard the words of the little Bodhisattva and immediately snorted coldly. She was dissatisfied with the little Bodhisattva's actions at this moment. She also had selfish motives towards her itinerant followers and was dissatisfied with their disobedience.    

No matter how the bald man argued, how could she not see that this itinerant monk treated the Samsara Organization as his private property and did not intend to hand it over to anyone else.    

Even if Luo Ying wanted to take the Samsara Organization away, he was afraid that she would be betrayed by him.    

"My men think that their wings will be hard to control." Luo Ying smiled bitterly at Su Ze, "Let Young Master Suze see this as a joke."    

"Rakshasa's Ladyship... I am loyal and loyal to you. I will never be disloyal to you!" The bald man quickly pointed to the sky and swore.    

"Shut up!" Luo Ying shouted harshly. "How long do you want to lose face in front of my guest?!"    

A strong wind blew in the room, and the tables and chairs beside Luo Ying instantly turned into powder and flew into the air.    

Seeing the fury of Rakshasa's Ladyship, the bald brawny man's body started to shake violently. He immediately lowered his head and did not dare to say another word.    

"Kneel to the side and I'll deal with you later!" Luo Ying shouted.    

The bald man quickly knelt in the corner of the room.    

When the manager of Swan Goose Inn saw this scene, he also hurried over and knelt beside the bald man.    

Luo Ying did not comment, but Su Ze raised his eyebrows slightly and had a subtle feeling of laughing.    

He originally thought that the manager of Swan Goose Inn had something to do with helplessness and grief, but it turned out that it had something to do with him. He was also a member of Samsara Organization, and was helpless about the matter of the organization being transferred to Su Ze for free. Obviously, he didn't want his own organization to become a private soldier or subordinate of someone.    

This Samsara Organization... If one thought about it carefully, it was only by maintaining their own unique degree of freedom that they would be able to maintain their vitality. If one were to limit all their energy to serve a certain person, the private soldiers of a certain person would not have the energy to actively obtain information.    

"Young Master Suze, please come in." Luo Ying restrained her aura and said politely to Su Ze.    

The bald man kneeling on the ground raised his head and looked at Luo Ying in surprise. It was enough to affect the life and death of several countries. Even the Rakshasa's Ladyship, who was above the Body Leaving Stage, had to be so polite to Su Ze. Who exactly was this Su Ze?    

Su Ze and the others walked in. There was no place to sit, so they just stood and spoke.    

After talking to Luo Ying, Su Ze looked at Su Shuye. "Third Uncle, what is that rumor you mentioned? Since it was specifically mentioned to me, it shouldn't be an ordinary rumor."    

"It is indeed not an ordinary rumor." Su Shuye subconsciously looked around. Other than Faang Qingluan and Xiang Fangfei who had a close relationship with Su Ze, there was also Su Ze's maid Su Ping, disciple Su Wei, little Bodhisattva, Grandma Luo and the bald man from Samsara Organization, and the manager of Swan Goose Inn.    

There were a lot of people talking, but since this rumor had already spread, it could not be hidden, so he simply said it out loud.    

"They said that Su Ze is the Holy Son of Misery Sea Holy Land, and that you are the Holy Son of Sun Holy Holy Land. The conflict between you and Star Moon Holy Land is actually a conflict between Holy Land and Holy Land..."    

"What do you mean by that?" Xiang Fangfei asked, "Who spread this rumor? It was simply nonsense!"    

Luo Ying and the little Bodhisattva both frowned.    

Su Ze also thought about it and guessed, "It involves the Holy Land for no reason. This is not a normal rumor. Ordinary warriors are more interested in what kind of treasure I have, and how many cultivation base warriors I have."    

"What is the purpose of giving me the name of Holy Son of the Holy Land?"    

"I know about this!" The bald man who was kneeling said hurriedly.    

Luo Ying frowned, "You know? How do you know? Who did it?"    

The bald man hurriedly reported," Rakshasa's Ladyship. I do know about this! This matter was caused by the subordinates of the Star Moon Holy Land. Their goal was obviously to stall for time, or they might just give up on taking revenge on Young Master Suze!"