Chapter Sixty-Three: Even a Simple Meal Can Bring Trouble

“Old Geng has already eaten, why haven’t you?” Ye Cheng asked in surprise.

“I was waiting for you,” Su Chan replied, her large eyes blinking, making her appear especially charming.

“Well then, since you care about me so much, tonight I’ll treat you to dinner.”

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Gao Fei was stunned. “What’s going on?” Driven by curiosity, he walked forward, turned a few corners, and saw two groups fighting ahead. One group wore blue, the other red, and they were locked in fierce combat.

After bidding farewell to Wang Yu and the monks, and handling all matters, it was already past midnight. There were snacks on the table, but neither had eaten much. After all, it had been an unpleasant event. Yet at this moment, Guo Tao’s confusion far outweighed his sadness. At last, he spoke up.

Thinking it over, spending money to buy eligibility for the entrance exam seemed safer, sparing much trouble.

In fact, this was perfectly normal. Before achieving immortality, the path of cultivation was nothing more than training one’s essence, energy, and spirit. To master any one to its limit was already a top-tier form of cultivation.

Seeing Cao Yue trying to slip away again, Nie Qing grew ever more furious, but in the end could do nothing as Cao Yue escaped into the bathroom.

Zhang Shaoni had no time for irrelevant matters. Right now, his mind was fixed solely on his task. He didn’t want to spend a minute more in the underworld, for it was simply too uncomfortable.

Impatiently waving his hand, Old Du prepared to head inside. On a normal day, these two old men would have started their quarrel long ago—either trading insults or coming to blows.

He also planned to call for more albums. This time, Li Xiulu sat upright, thinking: the recent calls had all come from big mall owners, and the albums placed there had been the most numerous. If that was the case, the two thousand copies previously sent out were probably nearly sold out.

Having finished speaking, the silent Wang Guozheng looked at Bai Majun, listening and waiting for his reply and reaction.

“Damn it, what’s it to you if I have a woman? Get lost!” The gangster stubbornly retorted. Ling’er grew furious at once, unleashed her inner force, and struck his chest with a palm. The thug immediately spat a mouthful of blood.

At this moment, Lian’er floated lightly down from midair, her face a little pale, and walked up to Feng Yu.

Chen Feng’s expression changed, and he dropped to his knees, his whole body limp as though boneless, sprawling on the ground like a giant worm.

Li Sisi had stayed in Deep City long enough to know what kind of place it was. The waters here were treacherous—so much so that even a dragon would struggle to stir up trouble. Thus, Li Sisi believed that Zhou You might be able to get the money back, but getting an apology would be far more difficult.

Ye Junyi was terrified, suddenly noticing that Zhenyi’s torch was still fairly intact. Apparently, after leaving the house, the fire had gone out. Once outside, distracted by the fight with the python, she hadn’t noticed. Conveniently, she had a fire striker in her arms, which she quickly pulled out.

Seeing Zheng Ming arrive, Zheng Liang could no longer endure the pain, letting out a howl like a slaughtered pig. Pointing at Ye Tian with his left hand, he shouted, “Brother, it’s that idiot—it was Ye Tian, that bastard, who hit me!” As soon as he spoke, Zheng Ming stared at Ye Tian in disbelief, yet Ye Tian stood calmly, as if nothing had happened.

Ye Tian picked up the envelope, but the letter inside had already been opened and taken. Ye Tian realized that such an urgent letter could only mean something critical had happened in the Zheng family, hence the urgent markings on the envelope. Could it be that some enterprise or business outside the Zheng family was facing a dire emergency?