Ambitions to Seize Korea

Korea’s chaebols were exceptionally good at enjoying life. The estate had a staff of over thirty servants on hand at all times to serve the Lee Clan members, who only occasionally came here to rest.

Since the family’s eldest daughter was currently at the estate, the white-haired butler carefully checked every detail of the meals and daily arrangements in the garden.

Bai Cangshu wore nothing but a pair of briefs as he lay on a lounge chair beside the pool.

The servants had long since prepared fruit and refreshments, all of them probably exquisite, high-end goods.

From the corner of his eye, the white-haired old man had been observing the man the young miss had brought back. He was handsome and strong, nothing like someone from a place such as Northern Myanmar.

He had never expected Miss Li Qingzi, who had always been so forceful and authoritarian, to quietly bring back a man—and to seemingly… obey his every word.

The old man was highly skilled at reading people. Although neither of them made it obvious, from the occasional looks Li Qingzi cast at the man, he could sense that in this relationship, the one holding the dominant position was not his young miss.

He had already truthfully reported this to the true master of the March Group—Li Xianhou.

He pressed his earpiece and heard the security report from the estate entrance. Knowing that Li Xianhou had arrived, he went to Bai Cangshu’s side.

"Mr. Bai, Chairman Li Xianhou has arrived. He wishes to see you."

The old man did not rely on an interpreter. His pronunciation and accent were far from standard, but sufficient for communication.

Previously, he had never shown any sign of understanding Dongxia Language in front of Li Qingzi and Bai Cangshu.

Bai Cangshu opened his eyes from the lounge chair, glanced at the deeply calculating and meticulous old man, then closed them again and merely said,

"I’m tired. Have him come see me."

His tone was casual, with no particular respect for the old man who had built the March Group from nothing.

The white-haired butler froze. He opened his mouth, intending to rebuke him, but held it back. Fortunately, Li Qingzi emerged from the inner room at that moment.

The woman seemed to have just bathed. She had changed into a red-and-black long dress, elegant and seductively glamorous.

Bai Cangshu’s nose twitched. He caught a peculiar scent. There was an additional smell on this woman.

Even though she had bathed and concealed it with perfume, Bai Cangshu’s senses were now extraordinarily sharp, and he could still detect the changes in her body.

"Go invite Grandfather over. I’ll explain it to him."

Li Qingzi’s expression was cool and aloof, yet proud. She understood Bai Cangshu’s thoughts very well. In truth, her own thoughts were also drawing closer and closer to his.

The rules of the world had changed without a sound. This world’s definition of "power" had already been secretly rewritten.

Wealth, authority, even armies, were no longer absolute forms of power.

They Reincarnators, especially High-tier Reincarnators, were power itself!

Li Xianhou wore loose white robes. Though he had maintained himself well, he could not conceal the frailty of old age.

Leaning on his cane, he entered from the garden and saw his eldest granddaughter, on whom he had placed great hopes, standing behind a bare-chested man. Though she was looking at him, she did not step forward to greet him.

The smile on Li Xianhou’s face remained unchanged. He waved a hand, signaling the directors, butler, and bodyguards behind him to disperse, then walked alone to the poolside.

He looked down at the man with his eyes closed. Even with only his naked eyes, he could feel the powerful vitality within him, utterly unlike himself, an old man already beginning his journey toward the grave.

The man was clearly in his estate, yet carried himself as though he were the host and Li Xianhou the guest.

Li Qingzi was about to speak, but Li Xianhou had already sat down on another lounge chair.

He spoke in a somewhat hoarse voice.

"Mr. Bai belongs to that sort of person with special abilities, doesn’t he?"

Li Qingzi glanced at her grandfather, preparing to translate truthfully, but Bai Cangshu raised a hand. Before returning to the real world, he had also had someone make a Language Comprehension spell permanent.

Permanence: Language Comprehension (C · Enhancement)—You can automatically understand and master most human languages devoid of mystical power.

For merely 800 Dimensional Points, he could easily master nearly a hundred languages through a spell that was not particularly advanced. Reincarnators held an overwhelming advantage over ordinary humans.

"My granddaughter has also been drawn into it."

Given Li Xianhou’s immense wealth and influence, he had naturally already realized through various channels of information that more and more Ability Users were appearing throughout the world.

A few days earlier, those people had even clashed with the current order in the waters off Australia.

Based on this understanding, he quickly realized that many such Ability Users were likely hidden among ordinary people.

Thus, he had guessed that his outstanding granddaughter Li Qingzi, who always seemed to become entangled in all kinds of "incidents," belonged to the same category.

Bai Cangshu’s mysterious appearance and Li Qingzi’s obedience toward him now both had an explanation.

Li Xianhou did not need Bai Cangshu to answer. He was simply stating that he already knew all of it.

He then looked at his most prized granddaughter, shook his head, and sighed.

"You, you. In the end, your vision is still too narrow."

"Since you’ve gained such an opportunity, why hide it away? If I’d received this information earlier, I could have helped you gather more people like that long ago. Our March Group would also have long since…"

In just a few words, the old man revealed considerable regret.

Li Qingzi raised her brows. Though she knew her grandfather was an exceptional man, his reaction and decisiveness at a time like this still moved her.

Bai Cangshu opened his eyes as well, his gaze full of amused appreciation.

Bai Cangshu clapped his hands, then sat up from the lounge chair.

"Not bad, Chairman Li Xianhou. You truly are more capable than she is."

Bai Cangshu appreciated people of exceptional talent. If Li Xianhou could become a Reincarnator, then even if his combat talent fell short of Li Qingzi’s, his potential for development might not be any weaker than hers.

The difference between the two lay in their thinking. For a long time, Li Qingzi had still retained the mindset of an "ordinary person."

If Bai Cangshu had been the eldest son of the March Group, he would likely have long since seized control of the conglomerate, then used its power to begin hunting Reincarnators on a massive scale without restraint.

To the Reincarnators within Korea, the March Group, a local tyrant in its own right, was itself an enormous threat.

Yet Li Qingzi had only made limited use of its information channels, still clinging to the weak-minded notion of concealing herself.

"It seems cooperating with you is a good idea."

Bai Cangshu smiled. Li Xianhou paused, then immediately extended his hand.

Li Xianhou felt that this young man had completely seen through his thoughts, and that his mind shifted with such speed that his aged self was already finding it difficult to keep up.

"In an era of such great upheaval, we should hold this country in our own hands."

Li Xianhou shook Bai Cangshu’s hand. Both men wore greedy smiles.