Chapter 29: The First Huge Sum Deposited

Yu Fengying led Fang Mingxi along, meandering through two alleyways to exit the black market before stepping onto the main road and arriving behind a small lane. Fang Mingxi observed that the vicinity of this alley was filled with small houses built of green bricks; she surmised that the person before her likely came from a fairly well-off background. She remained silent the entire way, following quietly behind Yu Fengying. Yu Fengying walked up to a locked courtyard gate, removed the latch, and pulled Fang Mingxi inside. "Young lady, let's be frank..."

Time and again, he knocked on the doors of three villagers' homes, but each time it was an old woman who answered, and Han Jinyong was continually met with closed doors. Han Jinyong felt quite bewildered.

"Heh, what do we do now? Xiao Ran is truly lost; what are we supposed to do?" I hugged myself and crouched down, feeling helpless for the first time. She regretted letting it slip in front of me that Xiao Ran liked me; it was a fact that even Xiao Ran dared not voice himself. Now, it was Xu Jingru confessing on his behalf, and I found the whole situation incredibly bizarre.

Mo Yi raised his head to glance at the old man, spoke a few words indifferently, and then lowered his head again to continue treating patients.

"Moron." Mo Yi looked coldly at the young man bleeding to death on the ground, his eyes filled with nothing but indifference.

Suddenly, Kailin grabbed the man's head and squeezed with force; his skull dissolved into a mist of blood, dissipating into the void.

Leaving this note behind, Han Jinyong strode out of the command tent. His warhorse was right before him; he swung himself into the saddle and whipped the horse, preparing to return to the front lines of the Boxer Rebellion.

You Lan could not be bothered to speak with Ye Lingfeng and simply handed him the documents. Upon inspection, Ye Lingfeng realized they originated from the Yamaguchi clan, which made the matter quite thorny.

Who was this person? No stranger, but the very buyer who had previously purchased firewood from Han Chang'en and Han Jinyong.

Because Longxin's products were not consumables and were built for long-term use, there was a limit to how much a user would purchase.

As soon as these words were spoken, all the surrounding lights flickered out, and at the same time, a faint, ethereal sound of weeping began to drift from the other side of the staircase.

Everything standing in their path was ruthlessly destroyed; whether it was trees, mountain peaks, or those ferocious beasts that had been watching the spectacle from afar, relying on their own perceived strength, all were swept away in a single wave by the explosive shockwave.

The imperial decree from Jia Yuanchun mandated the marriage of Jia Baoyu and Xue Baochai. Consequently, Jia Baoyu was in the lowest of spirits, walking toward the procession on the left in a daze, as if his soul had left his body.

A single breakage meant nothing; the lid was reworked, and he once again performed the noodle-pulling technique that left Li Ze immensely astonished.

"Brother Cong truly understands the ways of the world—he has awakened and seeks progress. Men, regardless of whether they are born of the primary wife or concubines, can always find their own path and a way to survive. If you look at it that way, which family doesn't have its own troubles? They just keep them hidden and don't let them out. Even Miaoyu of the Longcui Convent couldn't truly transcend the world, remain indifferent, and keep her heart free from all worldly concerns," said Xue Baochai.

Ignoring Shi Xing, who was turning to offer obsequious smiles to the side, I brushed the dust off my clothes and prepared to return to open the coffin for the autopsy.

The voice was like a great bell, resounding for miles around. For a moment, the light of Buddha shone everywhere; though it lacked a grand atmosphere, everything seemed to come to a standstill.

"Don't worry, I promise to come back tomorrow with something fragrant," Guo Youping said, happily taking the steamed bun and biting into it with a wide mouth, his speech becoming somewhat slurred.

An indescribable stench suddenly welled up; it was unclear whether it came from Hong Erwen or the smell of Jin Bei.

As for choosing to seek refuge like the ancestors of their families, the three clans knew they were incapable of doing so. Therefore, they could only choose to close their doors to visitors to signal their stance. For these three clans, they had reached a moment of life and death, and they dared not be the least bit careless.

You go to the Endless Sea to cleanse your soul so you can ascend to the Third World; others have no need for that. If you go to the Endless Sea to hunt for treasures and find things, remember that the treasures in the Endless Sea are far superior to those in the Land of Immortals—why would they bother coming here?