Chapter 61: Is This Something You Can Ask?

The restaurant stood north of the riverside, boasting a history of a hundred years. It was a freestanding building, rich in Eastern charm, with elements like guardian lions and koi carp scattered throughout its décor. The private room spanned over a hundred square meters, its vintage crimson interior overlooking a scenic lake. Both the tea table and the round dining table were adorned with blue and white porcelain vases, their slender necks holding sprigs of blossoming plum.

Jiang Chi, arriving late, placed her apricot-yellow trench coat and crossbody bag on the sofa and apologized to Lu Qingfei, "I'm sorry, the experiment took a bit longer than expected."

A flash of green light struck the vessel, which instantly whirled back into the old man's hand. With a practiced turn of his palm, the elder caught it and brought it to his eyes for a closer inspection.

But at once, he recalled the pressing matter at hand. He Zhong would certainly be moving swiftly against the Fox Clan; since Hu Meiniang could not be found, he would seize the opportunity of her absence to cripple the clan.

Some, more brazen than others, simply offered up a few dozen taels of silver—almost enough to make him weep. Even by the set standards, the sum barely reached a thousand taels; such a paltry amount was far from enough to pay for a treasure.

Deities required faith to sustain themselves, and the creatures of the Demon Realm could provide ample strength through belief. For this reason alone, the dark deities would never allow the Demon Realm to vanish so easily.

Lin Tian needed only to point out the location; the elders at his side would immediately soar off, and within mere minutes the battle would be over, with the enemy utterly annihilated.

As he spoke, he felt as though everyone around him was watching, even admiring him. He closed his eyes, savoring the moment.

Apart from the upper echelons of Giantwood and Tianshuang, no one knew that the cause of the war traced back to a boy of no renown. But those privy to the truth were not surprised by the outbreak—after all, the boy bore the surname Helian, and the descendants of that line were known for their fierce loyalty and enduring grudges.

Listen to that tone of pride, that air of arrogance—had the advent of the apocalypse emboldened young women? In broad daylight, they dared to buy men? Or perhaps... young lady, are you sure you know what it is you're buying?

Old Cao grinned broadly at Dongfang Yi’s words, clearly pleased by the remark.

"...", at this point, Tang Fan was momentarily stunned. Why did the opening of this story sound so familiar?

Xia Feng sat before the bamboo hut, with Yun Xi looping her arm through his, her head resting on his shoulder.

Qing Yunzi’s situation was even more dire: blood gushed from his mouth, cracks appeared in the jade seal above his head, and it seemed on the verge of shattering. Strangely, several gray lines of Dao appeared on the seal, as if it now contained some supreme principle.

Moreover, the ‘primary consciousness’ could change at any time, just as previously, Yuki had always been the dominant presence.

Hua Jiu read through the remaining volumes in silence. Afterward, Mu Lingyun discovered Jun Youning’s atrocities by chance. Having narrowly escaped being silenced, she parted ways with him for good.

While no other advantages were apparent, the foolish dog brought Hua Jiu several freshly caught fish every day.

With a dangerous glint in his eyes, he stared at the Tooth King, making the latter swallow nervously.

Black-faced Qin Hu soon arrived as well. Yue Ziming glanced at him, her expression showing no unfamiliarity—it was clear they had met before.

It was said that this blade had been acquired years ago by Ji Changfeng, who had risked his life entering an ancient ruin with his Xuangong cultivation. Forged from a celestial stone that fell from the heavens, it was sharp enough to slice through iron as if it were mud—a truly peerless weapon of unmatched might.

He had no intention of letting his friends land in peril because of his own actions.

“A kiss, perhaps?” Huo Qingxin recalled how, just moments earlier, she and her brother had seen their parents sharing a kiss on the bed as they passed the door.

The horseman had intended to brush the matter off with a perfunctory reply, but the scrawny tax collector was too persistent. Worse yet, he had drawn the attention of the officials inside, and passersby were now craning their necks to watch. Embarrassed and irritated, the horseman’s face twisted, and even from afar, one could sense the sudden surge of murderous intent as he leapt forward.