Volume One, Chapter 48: The Miraculous Fishing Method—The Landowner’s Son Can’t Hold Back!

The surroundings were clean and elegant, adorned with flowers, grass, water, and trees—truly an exceptional place to live.

Tea Pancake and Feng Kelai, emerging from the depths of the alley, were bewildered, half-suspecting some special ceremony was taking place.

Upon Ye Jianbai’s arrival, he gave a slight nod to Bai Mo, stepped aside to let her pass, and spurred his horse toward the troops.

“You don’t need to worry—my mom can always make more miracles. Eat as much as you like, I know you love it!” Dali had already noticed Zhang Xiao’s fondness for spare ribs.

At that moment, Lin Chu took Su Shengyuan to the bedroom, where she had a quick wash.

Was she once again riding the popularity of one of the hottest contestants? Displaying her unique personality and impressive talent, wasn’t her advancement all but assured?

A flash of white light pierced through his skull, vanishing instantly. Blood spurted forth, slicing through the air.

Tang Sinian reached out and placed his hand under the man’s nose. Only when he felt a faint warmth did he finally relax.

“A good swordsman needs a fine sword. This guitar isn’t the very best, but it’s pretty good. Consider it a worthy instrument for worthy hands.” Old Hu stroked his chin as he handed the guitar to Meng Zuo, his eyes betraying not a hint of reluctance. This middle-aged man truly cherished talent.

Prince Liao was far calmer than Wang Daofeng. He rubbed his age-spotted face—swollen and unnaturally flushed from illness—yet his tone remained as forceful as ever.

Liniang asked again as she summoned her inner power to illuminate the treasured lotus lamp on her palm. The dim light shone in the pitch-dark forked passage. When she saw clearly, her experienced eyes widened in terror and she stumbled backward, nearly losing her soul from fright.

Nangong Changyun set up a formation in the area to prevent the heat inside from scorching the trees and flowers. No one had demanded compensation, but as a responsible young cultivator, he feared causing a greater fire.

“You! Don’t try to threaten me with that! Push me too far and I’ll cripple you first, then go to Thailand for a sex change. I refuse to believe I can’t give Mom and Dad a grandchild! Hmph!” His sister, relentless, threatened once more.

Perhaps sensing his own weakness, or maybe out of nervousness, He Li Dali eagerly invited more experts to join.

Everyone found it odd. They were all cultivators, yet none were so elusive—who exactly was he, to move with such agility and unpredictability?

“Silly boy, Nanny knows your heart is heavy. You don’t have to hold back in front of me. If you want to cry, then cry.” The nursemaid thought her young master was distressed by his background, and felt all the more sorry for him.

“Of course I’m not afraid. If you ever feel crushed, I’ll be your faith—how about that?” Yinling tilted her head, a sweet smile curling her lips as she looked at Bai Qianhui.

Shangguan Xian didn’t even want to refuse out loud, afraid that speaking would let Zhu Nao have his way, so he simply wore an expression of cold resistance.

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” everyone replied in unison, filled with anticipation for the impending immortal duel.

This is a small stash of food I carry with me as a gesture of respect. Please, share it with your companions, and grant us safe passage.

Later, the Empress sent one of her maids out of the palace, instructing her to deliver a personally written letter to her maternal relatives.

“What!? You’re really going to retire?” The training hall was empty, basketballs scattered everywhere. Su Feng sat on the wooden floor, utterly stunned.

Finally, when Yi Hongyuan declared she would pursue the matter no further, the two guests left, anxious but relieved.

As Yi Hongyuan spoke, she flipped her hand and produced a nearly four-meter-long garfish from her storage ring.

There was much to prepare: food, medicine, protective gear, combat supplies, and indispensable life-saving artifacts—a true test of Hua Can’s organizational skills.

Having just wiped out the Ye family, Lu Chuan, riding a wave of excitement, cultivated with twice the efficiency and even made a breakthrough.

On the other side, Shopkeeper Eight finally finished sorting the items Meng Liang had brought—all together valued at over a hundred million taels of silver.

Silvermoon Wolf was quick to adapt. As soon as Lu Chuan mounted him, he started calling him “master” and “big brother,” fawning over him so much that even the usual sycophant was left dizzy.

His greatest desire was to roam the world, live freely, do as he pleased, and never care about anyone else’s opinion.

Cheng Jingyu only heard the Imperial Consort Yi scream. Before she could react, a cool touch swept across her eyes.

As for Gao Lan, one of the Four Pillars of the Court, he was destined to be Zilong’s prey—perhaps even recreating the legendary scene of “defeated in three bouts, felled by a single spear beneath his horse.”

But Xie Xun was only a brute with a bit of skill and nothing but an attractive face—hardly worth his attention.

He glanced at Xiao Nan, his gaze sharp as a blade through the screen, but when he looked at Su Qinglan, Lord Huo’s eyes unconsciously softened.

Yet, they had actually brought the cup here—could it be that Cheng Jingyu knew something was amiss with it?

Following Liu Miaoqing’s group, the travelers entered Xuzhou, found a small inn in Lai County, and settled in without alerting the local authorities.

After the fifteenth, soothsayers from various regions began arriving, each bringing their own difficult cases for consultation.

What he’d said in his past life hadn’t been false—if Cheng Jingyu was to die, it would only be in his arms.