Chapter 65: Is Anyone Buying?

Lei Wenjun and Xiao Hongyan started quarrelling right there in the car.

Originally, once the vehicle had driven off, the matter should not have reached the alleyways.

Who would have thought that Uncle Li’s son, who had just returned, heard it loud and clear and immediately went to tell his father.

Since Uncle Li ran the local grocery store, before evening had even arrived, the news was known to everyone across all the neighboring villages.

Especially during the New Year when people were gathered and gossiping, rumors naturally tended to become increasingly exaggerated with every retelling.

While Xiao Hongyan and Lei Wenjun...

Heading swiftly south all the way, the Shen family residence had remained vacant ever since the tragedy struck. Wealthy dignitaries in the capital always sought auspicious omens, and given that the home of such a treacherous and fanned minister had ended in the complete extinction of his lineage, no one would ever cast a covetous eye upon it, no matter how favorable its geomantic energy might be.

By the time Qiao Huaping finished reading comfortably, a good hour and a half had passed. Lifting her gaze, she saw Mei Yuan still sitting quietly to the side, sipping tea.

Qianyu was currently of low cultivation and could not perceive the full strength of that Spirit Emperor, but she could roughly estimate that although this person was not quite at the peak of the Spirit Emperor realm, he was already extremely close to it. They were in trouble now.

The first snow of that year arrived very early, with a cold front sweeping across the entire Northern Hemisphere, bringing along the bitter winter of the investment industry.

"Alright, alright, alright! No matter what, I am willing. Whatever you want me to do, I will do, even if it means handing the chieftain's position over to you—I wouldn't hesitate!" shouted Luoyang.

Wu Yourong cast a suspicious glance at his senior attendant, though his eyes remained fixed firmly on every single movement of Old Man Fan, just in case he frightened Qiao Huaping.

Wen Youbai answered silently in her heart, belatedly realizing that her thoughts even rhymed. Then she suddenly became aware of her own somewhat petty and malicious impatience, which she knew was wrong. Pressing her lips together, she quietly calmed her mind.

This was a ritual, intended both to pray to the revered Spirit Vine deity to bless the warriors' triumphant return and to provide physical assistance. In the surface world, especially deep within the jungle, gathering miasma would affect the warriors' breathing, while the chlorophyll in the soft leaves of the holy vine possessed a mild ability to filter and decompose toxins.

Jiuer whipped her head around, following the sound. There, not far behind, stood a thin, withered old man in plain cloth. His weather-beaten face, white eyebrows, and beard, along with a web of wrinkles, traced the vicissitudes of time, yet his piercing, luminous eyes radiated a benevolent warmth.

Xu Ningheng was pale-faced, and by this point, he had no energy left to pacify his mother. He was utterly exhausted.

Could it be that there was no mechanism at all? Or had the mechanism been destroyed? If so, wouldn't it be impossible to enter the secret cave?

Possessing the traits of a bat, she slept by day and was active by night. As dawn was now approaching, she was somewhat listless, shrinking into her seat and dozing off.

Next to the reception hall were the quarters usually used by the Taoist priests, as well as a few guest rooms. Although they looked ancient and dilapidated, they were exceptionally neat and clean.

Deep within the cave, two giant dragons were sleeping closely side by side. Beneath their wings lay four or five unhatched, massive dragon eggs.

Hearing this, the crowd was momentarily stunned. What sort of matter could possibly compel Elder Sun to proactively bring it up on such an occasion?

Blue Lianxia looked thoughtfully at the person lying on the bed. Come to think of it, wasn't she just like a cigarette falling in love with a match, or a mouse falling in love with a cat?

I turned my head to look at Chen Luolu, and clearly saw on her face her fear of Xia Haoyu. Her hesitant expression and her story-filled eyes both drifted toward me, making me feel inexplicably distressed. Yet I also knew that everything Xia Haoyu did was for my own good.

Warm sunlight filtered through the gaps in the tent, casting scattered flecks of light that illuminated the interior with exceptional brightness.

"But..." Looking out at the endless expanse of yellow sand in the desert, neither of them was familiar with desert terrain. Could they possibly cross this boundless wasteland?

"Now the story is over!" Sifang said with a chilly smile, as if about to make some astonishing move.