Chapter Thirty-Four: The First Stop in the Search for Suppliers
The next morning, after Ye Cheng woke up, the first thing he did was contact Li Wuwei, the deputy master of Peach Blossom Valley, who was still at the Qin residence.
The two arranged to meet in a café in Liuzhou City.
After Ye Cheng shared his plan to open a pharmacy with Li Wuwei, the latter looked somewhat confused and began to question him:
"Master, I..."
"Ordinary Nascent Souls have a lifespan of about sixteen hundred years. As a royal elf, my life is longer than that of humans; I can live up to two thousand five hundred years. Now, I am already nineteen hundred years old. Young man, you must work harder," Xue Ru said with a laugh.
She was completely unaware that a fire seemed to be burning within her heart, growing more and more restless. Her mind was wholly overtaken by anger and violence. Wisps of black smoke had even begun to rise from her body, and her human form was gradually becoming unstable.
The force of this slap was unimaginable; Mao Lion’s body flew away like leaves scattered by an autumn wind.
"All right, once you’ve eaten, go rest for a while. I’ll stay here with Grandpa," Gu Pan said, a little worried since Duan Muyan hadn’t slept all night.
"Yuxuan, why did you suddenly lose hope? Did you really want to end your life?" Su’s mother looked at Su Yuxuan’s bandaged wrist, her heart aching.
Su’s father looked troubled, but in the end, he still spoke. "Take the company," he said, his voice so low it was almost a plea to Lou Yucheng.
Earlier, in the secret realm, poisonous insects had swarmed everywhere. Yet he sat calmly, healing himself without any protection. Lu Heng watched him for a long time. To show he had a clear conscience, he deliberately acted indifferent, ignoring Lu Heng’s gaze altogether.
Why hadn’t she noticed before that this ghost must have been born without a brain? Which eye of his could see that she was angry? It was truly baffling, wasn’t it?
Qin Hongyu had originally wanted to recruit a few admirers to form a team, but she simply couldn’t find anyone more powerful than Yang Jiong, a Celestial Immortal. After Xia Jianren’s death, she lost her greatest support, so she took the initiative to join Yang Jiong’s group.
This was the third time Lu Heng had come to the Heavenly Court. The Feast of Peaches would not begin for another three hours, while at the foot of the Spirit Mountain in the West, Chen Xuanzang and his companions were bidding farewell to the Grand Immortal of the Golden Summit.
Yet after searching for nearly the time it takes to burn an incense stick, he still found no sign of any treasure. This led him to suspect that the Ghost King Li must carry his collection on his person.
On the rooftop, Du Youjia leaned against the railing, staring blankly into the distance. Her mind was in turmoil, uncertain how to choose. Why must people always make choices? Life changes drastically in these moments of decision. Thinking of this, Du Youjia could not help but feel a surge of emotion.
Xu Youcai's words were like a heavy bomb dropped on the battlefield; all the soldiers who heard them could not help but burst into an uproar.
When Li Xuesong of Huaxian Valley heard that Zhang Jijin had been defeated by this person, he realized his opponent was at his peak and knew he was no match, so he chose not to fight.
"Young Master Ying, not yet. He seems to have appeared out of thin air. There’s not a single clue about him, let alone any detailed information," said one of the ability users assigned to investigate, his face full of distress.
Li Dongyuan thumped his chest loudly. He truly felt he’d struck it lucky. Although taking on the responsibility would cost him his precious free time, the thought of witnessing the debut of Silhouette’s new song and knowing it would spread from his own hands filled him with immeasurable satisfaction.
As Ye Feng pondered these matters, messengers directly under the Allied Forces’ command had already reached the outskirts of the three bases’ defensive lines.