Volume One, Chapter 57: Don’t Get Married

“Little Marquis, take a look. Is this the book?”

In the private room of Three Sincerities Bookshop, the shopkeeper presented the book in a wooden box. Its pages had yellowed and its spine was worn, making it look like a septuagenarian who might fall apart at the slightest touch.

“Director Ren, this is Minister Hu Qingnan of the Haizhou Retired Cadres’ Rest Home. They say you conspired with a wandering healer to defraud the veteran cadres...” The person who entered with Hu Qingnan was Du Jiande, executive deputy director of the Fourth Hospital.

Seeing that no one had any idea where the Immortal Ruins were, Wei Wuming had no choice but to lead Yuan Wuhui and the others in search of the Greedy Wolf Star Marshal and his companions. The groups had to reunite, after all—the Shennong Secret Realm would close in a few days.

After examining the back of the golden Buddha, Liu Mang felt that it was not as simple as it appeared. He circled the statue and searched it from every angle. Yet after making a complete inspection, Liu Mang found nothing. Apart from the back, there was nothing unusual about the golden Buddha.

Following Qiu Tong’s instructions, Liu Mang began to imagine himself as the sea. His thoughts gradually merged into that image, and he sensed an indistinct connection forming between himself and the three water taps.

A few moments after Jue Chen and Yu Si had mounted their steeds, Huan Yan, at the rear of the procession, noticed that the general’s face was unusually pale. Anyone who saw him would think that the battle in the Stoneheart Mountains had taken a heavy toll on him.

In an instant, at Lin Sihan’s command, those men, fierce as wolves and tigers, charged desperately toward the gates of the Azure Nether Hall.

“Could it be that nine chips aren’t enough to play?” Liu Mang asked in an indifferent tone. The mockery of the others did not anger him in the slightest.

Han Yueqiao suddenly struck out, slapping both house servants across the face. The two servants were left dazed by the blows.

Gong Luojue turned around and came back to her, standing so close that his scorching breath almost brushed her face.

The sensation grew more pronounced—the feeling of someone who had only just entered the profession, watching a master surgeon at work.

Zheng Xin was naturally beautiful, but after undergoing plastic surgery, her appearance was far inferior to what it had once been. That was also why she did not wish to appear in public.

After being shouted at, Tang Xuening froze at once. Her phone slipped from her hand and fell to the floor as she broke down and covered her face.

At that moment, the members of the Galloping Horse Hall dismounted one after another and rushed forward to engage Zhang Kuo and the others in fierce combat.

The stall was not very large, yet it was surrounded by so many people that it seemed some grand spectacle was taking place inside.

The Jade Screen was densely covered with constantly changing messages, nearly a thousand of them displayed in black lettering. At the very top, three dazzling golden words proclaimed the screen’s name: the Cloudchaser Rankings.

“Darling, we were supposed to spend these past few nights together, but you completely forgot about it. The moment we got into bed, you went straight to sleep. Now... you’ll have to make it up to me properly,” Leng Yeqing said.

Perhaps the comparison was not entirely apt, but she was far too excited at that moment and truly could not think of anything better.

“It really is getting late. You should go to bed early. I’ll head back,” Cheng Yiyan said. Knowing that Qin Yu had to work the next day, he did not want to deprive her of sleep, and so he agreed.

At the same time, three black-clad, masked figures stood atop a high-rise building, using a “demon mirror” to spy on Zhang Kuo and Ouyang Muxue.

Lei Yunhan should originally have needed another month before returning. Since he had come back early, it was presumably connected both to Leng Yeqing’s unconscious state and to the great earthquake on Yellow Sun Island.

A single simple sentence perfectly summed up what the sisters wanted to say. Mu Jinxie glanced toward the Phoenix Luan Hall. This time, no matter what happened, she had to save Ye Chusheng.

Outside, the wooden clapper had already sounded the middle of the midnight hour. Lai Niang’s eyelids were beginning to droop, yet she still regretted not having seen how Heng had fared.