Chapter Twenty-Nine: Another Encounter with the Third Great-Aunt

“Is there a problem?” Xu Keqin asked with a charming smile on her face.

“There’s no issue with the first request. I know a very capable Taoist. As for the second, the Red Urn Coffin is a precious treasure—I can’t just carry it around. But if you’d like to see it, I can take you to it.”

My heart was in turmoil; I couldn’t help but wonder if Fatty Zuo had already sold the Red Urn Coffin.

If…

Hong Li had someone tailing me, he must have another agenda. Whatever it was, I’d wait until Hong Li showed up and get the truth out of him then.

When I got home, Lin Haohao took it upon himself to tidy up his room and even helped clean outside.

“Well, you finally decided to come back? I almost fell asleep waiting.” Yin Tianqi yawned and stretched lazily, rising reluctantly to his feet.

Golden Osmanthus, the leopard demoness, paid no heed to whether Mu Yirong and Ruicao understood her words. Her eyes darkened, and with a sudden glint of sharp claws, she struck at Ruicao, who was nestled in Mu Yirong’s arms.

After feigning illness and staying in his room for a few days, Mu Yirong announced that he would go out and see for himself. As he spoke, he scooped up Ruicao, who had once again transformed into a mountain sparrow, from the bed.

At this point, Shu Ling paused, then pushed a freshly steeped cup of tea toward Jiang Wuxin.

Finally, after expressing her gratitude once more for Mu Yirong and Ruicao’s genuine kindness, she walked with heavy steps and pushed open the door to the Yu residence.

“I know you don’t believe me, but Companion told me this himself. When he gets here, you can ask him—he’ll tell you the same thing.” Dantai Yingxue kept hypnotizing herself, insisting that everything was real.

Back in those difficult days, you and Companion Pei’s father were sworn brothers, even arranging a marriage contract because of it. Now that the Chen family has prospered, you look down on them?

After the Earth Spirit Pellet was consumed, an abundant surge of spiritual energy welled up within the Poison Wolf. The lingering energy of the White Ze Pellet inside him was drawn forth, merging with the Earth Spirit Pellet’s power and spreading throughout the Poison Wolf’s body.

“Just bid fifty million directly!” Dantai Mingyue suddenly leaned close to Feng Yuxi, whispering in his ear.

Here, there were all sorts of professions, and countless powerful artifacts—things no low-level player should ever possess.

The blood mist, shaped like a lotus, looked from afar exactly like a crimson lotus flower. Yet after a moment, a hint of strangeness flickered in Wei Yan’s eyes.

If the night raid sparked an uprising, many places would need governance. Otherwise, no matter how much territory was taken, without someone to manage it, it would be nothing but an empty shell.

“You lapdog, running errands for the wicked—helping a dog eat scraps!” Gu Xiaobei cursed, striking out dozens of times until her strength was spent. Gasping for breath, she staggered aside.

Upon hearing the explanation of the artifact spirit, Ye Tian understood: Forgetting emotion isn’t the same as having none—it’s merely forgetting.

And the opponent hadn’t been hurt at all! The sound of impacts rang out again and again as Lu Feiyang’s body was forced to retreat step by step.

This scene left everyone who witnessed it stunned and their hearts pounding with unease. What had they just seen? The heads of the nine major powers were actually paying their respects to a young man as if he were their elder. Was this real, or were they dreaming?

Hearing his words, Ye Tian forced a wry smile. He’d intended to see him die outright, but since he’d already become a deathsworn, there was no need to make it hard for him. Ye Tian nodded at him in acknowledgment.

Once inside the private room, Shao Zihua realized how unique the place was—elegant and tranquil, with a Suzhou embroidery screen drawn across the center, partitioning off the interior completely.

It felt tangled, like knots in a rope—untie one, and another remains.

“In any case, you’ll understand when the time comes. There’s no need to know too much now.” With that, he spurred his camel forward, leaving Cui Yu rooted in place.