Volume One, Chapter 41: An Interest in Miss Shen

Haicheng, late at night.

Mansion Number Three.

Shen Zhaowu returned home, replied to Jin Yao’s message on her phone, and then remembered the assignment her department supervisor had given her: to invite Fu Ming for an interview.

The online uproar had only just subsided.

She thought it over and decided to wait a few days, planning to approach Fu Ming about it after the storm had truly passed.

Several days earlier, he had already seen through the topic he’d chosen for himself, and his original memories had returned. Strangely, though, he had not been transported out of the formation, nor had his cultivation been restored; he remained as powerless as any ordinary person.

She had slipped out through the back door, nearly caught by her elder brother’s guards, winding her way through countless twists and turns before finally asking someone for the precise location of the Yuelai Inn.

Yet it was the wariness—verging on fear—toward Li Qing’s terrifying potential that made him worry whether his current attempt to eliminate him would succeed.

It turned out that yesterday, after Bai Zhenye had arrived, he had immediately gone to the hotel to visit his precious eldest son.

The courtyard was overgrown with weeds; Yu Yin took a rough survey and found that most were common plants without any rank, and the highest-grade spirit herb was only at the second level. It seemed clear that no one had tended the place in a long time.

“My apologies, it’s already late. The sect will soon be closing. Perhaps you two should return tomorrow,” the young man said. His features were still boyish, but there was a certain heroism between his brows.

Old Zhu Liu was a taxi driver, notorious for his gambling habits. Every month, apart from what he spent on food, all his earnings vanished at the gambling table. Li Ming actually didn’t know Zhu Liu well; he’d only seen him occasionally while eating at the taxi drivers’ clubhouse. Yet Zhu Liu was so well-known that Li Ming had used his name.

She had always felt a certain fondness for this third uncle—mainly because he was so good-tempered and amiable, always greeting her with a warm and gentle smile.

Tattered strips of cloth were still fluttering in the air when a figure in light chainmail darted skyward from behind the car.

“What’s wrong, dear? Is there still something wrong inside Duo’er?” Tang Ruxin asked directly, seeing Fang Kun’s furrowed brow.

In that instant, tears streamed from Qingyi’s eyes. She bit her red lips lightly, her gaze tinged with reluctance.

Shen Jungao, though not skilled in military strategy, was well aware of the political situation. He was betting—betting that Xiao Shilian and Li Xun wouldn’t dare risk too many casualties.

In Li Jinchen’s view, improving officials’ salaries was clearly a way to curb corruption to some extent. After all, if one could live comfortably, who would risk their life for a bribe? Those who survived a war-torn era valued their lives above all else.

“This distance… is it the same as last time?” Blaze glanced at the tower across from him, estimating the span between them.

At half past eight in the morning, the internet café was relatively empty and stable. Li Zhengyi gathered all the café and studio employees in the meeting room for a brief meeting to arrange the upcoming holiday.

As he hesitated, fate seemed to sense his indecision and handed him a solution: Zhuang Xiangqiu’s call came in at just the right moment.

Moments later, the dark secret room was already thick with celestial energy. Though Fang Kun was unconscious and not actively cultivating, threads of immortal energy seeped into his body, slowly nourishing him.

In truth, Milotic would have been the proper choice to deal with the Sun Coral or the primal rock force, but in the end, Chen Yu still chose Ninetales.

He Hongshen, satisfied with the answer, was in high spirits. Though he was the King of Gamblers in Macau—a figure on par with the likes of Shao the Tycoon—he was a complete outsider to the film industry. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been so courteous to Wang Zheng. After a few more words of small talk, the meeting finally concluded.