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Chapter 55: The Falcon's Manifesto

The stillness in Matriarch Feng’s private chambers was a weapon. Every pass of the silk cloth over the crane-shaped jade hairpin was a meditation, a way of sharpening her own determination. She knew this summons was inevitable. Decades of a delicate balance, of an armed peace maintained by respect and fear, were about to break. And she, as always, would be ready.

The door slid open without a whisper. A disciple from the inner courtyard, his face tense, bowed deeply. "Matriarch Feng. T...

Chapter 54: The Value of a Slap

The air in the Golden Carp Auction House was thick and smelled of power. A mixture of the most expensive incense, the perfume of distant nobles, the leather of money purses, and the static electricity of raw ambition. Whispers were the currency before the gold began to flow; a constant murmur that formed the symphony of greed.

Then, one sound shattered it all.

The sound of the slap wasn’t an echo. It was an epicenter. The delicate clink of a wine glass, slipping from numb finger...

Chapter 53: Of Hawks, Doves, and the Market Price of a Slap

The Golden Carp Guild's Auction House wasn't a mere building; it was a temple. A temple erected to power and money, a cathedral of ambition where fortunes and destinies were bought and sold with the strike of a gavel. Its black marble columns, polished like mirrors, supported a ceiling so high it seemed to have stolen a piece of the night sky. The air didn't smell of crowds or street food, but of the delicate, exorbitant aroma of Jade Frost Tea and the sandalwood of its paneled walls—a perf...

Chapter 52: The Falcon Market

The adrenaline of their departure, a tide of power and defiance that had flooded the courtyards of the Silver Cloud Clan, vanished as soon as the doors of the Clouded Phoenix Carriage closed. In its place, a dense, luxurious silence remained, charged with a new and disconcerting tension. It was no longer the tension of a mission, but of proximity. The air, perfumed with the sharp, fresh scent of Frosty Mountain Incense, seemed to vibrate between them.

They sat facing each other, a forma...

Chapter 51: The Phoenix's Parade and the Lords' Game Board

The main courtyard of the Silver Cloud Clan was not breathing; it held its breath. The morning sun cast a pale, analytical light upon the stone slabs, but the air was charged with a tension so palpable it seemed to have weight and texture. The usual murmur of disciples in their morning training had been extinguished. The servants, laden with their baskets and buckets, had stopped at the edges of the courtyard, their movements frozen, their faces a mixture of awe, fear, and an incipient adorat...

Chapter 50: A Phoenix Unfurls

The echo of Xiao Yue’s slamming door still hung in the air when Kenji, for the first time, felt no need to recalculate a protocol. Instead, a strange, almost alien sensation settled in the center of his chest: a piece of data he could not quantify, but which he identified as pride. The primary asset had not only completed the mission but had redefined it on her own terms.

Meanwhile, Xiao Yue did not stop to savor her victory. Every second counted. As she crossed the clan's courtyards,...

Chapter 48: Open Acquisition Protocol

The first sound was an aberration, a fracture in the very fabric of reality at the Silent Bamboo Pavilion. It wasn't the whistle of a sword cutting through the wind, nor the creak of yielding wood. It was a dry, compact, and utterly thunderous roar, a sonic whip-crack that made the bamboo leaves tremble as if a god had sneezed. The very air seemed to compress and then burst outward in an invisible pulse. The water in the small nearby pond, once a mirror of serenity, rippled with violent waves...

Chapter 47: Of Embraces, Conspiracies, and Corporate Restructuring

The first piece of data Kenji processed upon waking wasn't a number, nor a variable, nor a market projection. It was a weight. A warmth. The anchor of a sleeping body snuggled against his, and the soft scent of jasmine and orchids emanating from the red hair that tickled his chin. His left arm was completely asleep, trapped under Xiao Yue's body—a logistical inefficiency that, for the first time in his existence, he didn't mind in the slightest.

He opened his eyes. The dawn light filt...

Xiao Yue

Here's the anime version of Xiao Yue 🙂‍↕️, excuse my terrible video-making skills 😭

Xiao Yue

Hey my dear readers of 'Immortal CEO’s Manual: Managing a Celestial Harem'! I wanted to share a video of what I imagine Xiao Yue would look like in real life. It's not a big deal, but I hope you enjoy it 😅

The Bee King: Father of a Thousand Queens

Chapter 1: The Awakening

Heat. Sticky. Tight.

The darkness was not an emptiness, but a dense, damp presence that clung to… to me. There was no "before." There was only this confined present, a dull throb that I didn't know if it resonated from within or without, and a constant pressure, like a hug that was starting to hurt. It was a formless existence, a consciousness floating in a warm, amniotic sea.

But something was changing.

An unease was born in my core, an impu...