Mountain City, near Nine Street, Tao Hua Family Inn.
This is an inn decorated in an antique style. Pushing open the bronze-ringed vermillion-painted gate, winding past the screen wall embossed with Peach Blossoms and Magpies, one’s gaze passes through a clearly well-tended small garden, and then a three-story building with upturned eaves and green tiles cos into view.
At this mont, on the top floor of the small building, on the terrace with a canopy, two people were sitting on the wooden floor around a small table.
“Lord Ju ng, try this. This is the Genmaicha I stir-fried myself a few days ago.”
Taking the teacup handed to her by the woman, Ju ng took a sip, nodded, and praised, “It tastes good. I didn’t expect your hands to be so nimble now? I rember when you were a child, you were three years old and still couldn’t walk. It made your Old Dad so anxious that he prayed under the tree every day for you...”
“It was also at that ti that I couldn’t speak, otherwise I would have definitely hit him!”
For over thirty years in Taoyuan, no one knows where the saying ca from that if you throw a red cloth strip with a prayer written on it towards the Fusang Divine Tree, and it doesn’t fall down, it ans that Lord Ju ng is willing to help you fulfill your wish.
Regarding that saying, Ju ng stated that it was completely a rumor, and that it was taking advantage of her inability to speak or move at the ti!
However, the reason why rumors can spread is because so foolish people are willing to believe them, and the woman’s father was one of those foolish people.
That guy, in order to successfully pray for his daughter who still couldn't walk at the age of three, stubbornly threw red cloth strips tied with stones at Ju ng two or three tis a day.
If Master Dian hadn't intervened and stopped him, the 'young' Ju ng might not have even had ti to separate from the Fusang Divine Tree before being seriously injured.
That guy was a Psychic! Although his Spiritual Energy fluctuation level was only C, his Spirit Mark was of the body-strengthening type, with astonishing arm strength. Stones the size of a fist thrown by him were like cannonballs being fired.
Sitting opposite Ju ng was a woman wearing a modified green Hanfu, with her long hair simply coiled up.
She had a sowhat unconventional oval face, very fair skin, and a tiny mole on the left side of her nostril. Her appearance alone made her seem like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, but her eyebrows exuded a charm only found in mature won, making it impossible to guess her age.
She left Taoyuan about ten years ago, a situation similar to Lin Yiqi’s parents. Simply put, she wanted to see the outside world.
After all, in Taoyuan, with Ju ng’s protection, life was prosperous and peaceful, but there were always so who were not content with that kind of mundane life where one could see their life at fifty from their teens.
Hearing Ju ng’s words, the woman smiled slightly, while placing the carefully prepared dessert in front of Ju ng, and then said, “Lord Ju ng is joking.”
After speaking, she paused slightly, secretly observing Ju ng’s expression, and then tentatively asked, “Speaking of which, is there sothing urgent that brought Lord Ju ng to Mountain City?”
Earlier, when she received Ju ng’s call, her mood was complicated.
As a shallow believer, she was naturally happy to see Ju ng in person, but at the sa ti, Ju ng was from Taoyuan and was close to her father.
It felt like knowing an elder from her hotown, an elder whom even her own parents treated with utmost respect, was suddenly coming to visit.
Although in front of Lu Yibei, Ju ng was an unreliable Slly Girl, when facing the descendants of her subordinates or believers like this woman, Ju ng usually maintained the deanor of an elder.
Just like the aunts and uncles who only appear at ho during New Year's and holidays, they always inadvertently bring up embarrassing stories from childhood.
It was both intimate and awkward, and if you added special skills like urging marriage, urging childbirth, and asking about work, it would create an unsettling pressure.
Now, the woman was under a lot of pressure.
She felt that Ju ng’s appearance here was mostly due to her Old Dad, who, failing to urge marriage, had invited Lord Ju ng to personally co and pressure her.
What era is this now?
As an independent woman of the new century, is it strange to be twenty-eight and not married?
“To play!” Ju ng pouted, “Didn’t I tell you when I got here? I ca with a friend.”
“Ah?” The woman was stunned, and then her expression beca awkward.
She thought that coming to Mountain City to play with a friend was just a polite remark from Ju ng, so she ca alone, and the so-called friend would not be staying with her.
It was even possible that the friend Ju ng ntioned was the invisible kind.
After all, the King of Weird Tales rarely leaves the area they rule for no reason. Doing so would be like leaving a large amount of cash at ho, and not only not putting it in a safe, but also not closing the windows or locking the door when going out.
It was simply giving other urban legend who coveted their territory an opportunity to launch a Night Parade of One Hundred Demons.
Her Old Dad must have paid a hefty price to invite Lord Ju ng to persuade her.
However,
Did she really have a friend accompanying her?
“Oh, I haven’t been to the room you arranged yet—” Ju ng stopped mid-sentence, seeing the woman’s unnatural expression, and changed the subject, asking,
“Xiao Tan, why do you look so strange?”
“Uh, Lord Ju ng...” the woman awkwardly said, “Actually, I only arranged one room for you, and it’s... a king-sized bed...”
Mid-sentence, seeing Ju ng frown, resting her chin on one hand, and appearing to be deep in thought, the woman quickly explained, “Lord Ju ng, I didn’t an to disrespect you, I just...”
Before she could finish speaking, a disturbing, sly smile suddenly appeared on Ju ng’s face, causing her heart to skip a beat and her words to co to an abrupt halt.
The next mont, Ju ng patted her on the shoulder and said earnestly, “Xiao Tan, well done! Much more sensible than your Old Dad.”
“By the way, how good is the soundproofing in your rooms here?”
“...”
“That’s not right, why is the plot different from what I imagined?”
The woman, completely puzzled, pondered for a mont and chose to be frank, “You, you’re really not here to help my Old Dad urge marriage?”
“Hmm?” Ju ng tilted her head, looked at the woman, and rolled her eyes, saying, “Of course not!”
What’s the use of rushing matters of the heart?
Forcing such things is like twisting a green chestnut; it's not sweet, doesn't quench thirst, and pricks your hands!
“What’s wrong? Did that old guy Tan the Wealthy rush you? Heh, old fool! As a subordinate of the God of Marriage, he doesn’t even know that fate has its own destiny, and rushing is useless. How embarrassing! Besides, he can’t invite .”
Unless, he helps top up ten tis...
While muttering to herself, she looked at the woman again, activated her Power, carefully examined her red string of fate, and then patted the woman’s shoulder, saying,
“Don’t worry, Xiao Tan, I’ve checked for you. You’ll probably et your true love by the end of this year or early next year.”
“By then, why would Tan the Wealthy need to rush you? You two won’t be able to separate yourselves.”
Hearing Ju ng say this, the woman finally breathed a sigh of relief. Then, as if rembering sothing, she curved her lips, “Lord Ju ng, when will your friend probably arrive?”
When the woman asked about Lu Yibei, Ju ng suddenly rembered what Lu Yibei had entrusted her with before they parted.
“She’ll be here a bit later, don’t worry about her for now. I suddenly rembered so things I wanted to ask you.”
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It took Ju ng two or three minutes to briefly ask a few questions. The woman listened, frowned slightly, and then smiled brightly.
“Lord Ju ng wants to ask about the Eclipse Society and the x god? Then you’ve asked the right person!”
Opening an inn in a place like Nine «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» Street, where every inch of land is precious, even with good business, can only basically maintain a balance between inco and expenses. It’s impossible to make a lot of money, so the woman occasionally helps Psychic who check in by transmitting information, storing items, making connections, and so on.
After doing similar things for a long ti, it’s inevitable to hear so “inside information.”
“Actually, the ssy business with the Eclipse Society and the x god is quite simple. It’s just that the x god planned to give birth to an offspring, so it sought help from the Mountain City Eclipse Society and—”
“Good heavens, it really dared to do that?!” Ju ng exclaid softly.
In fact, when she first sensed the corruption in her own Power, she had considered using the thod of giving birth to an offspring and segnting her Power to eliminate the root cause of the corruption.
However, she ultimately abandoned that path, which was even more difficult than transforming her Power.
urban legend created by segnting Power are, in a sense, incomplete. Therefore, they instinctively want to beco complete, and the fastest way to beco complete is to devour their “parents.”
In history, certain mythological legends of the sa origin repeatedly split and rged, eventually giving birth to new legends and urban legend—that is precisely such a process.
Therefore, segnting Power to create new urban legend is equivalent to creating a formidable enemy for oneself. Ju ng would never dare—
For a urban legend, the most difficult enemy to deal with is sotis not an enemy whose Power is restrained, but an enemy whose Power is of the sa origin.
If they were taught by the sa Master and can't break each other's moves, how can they fight?
What’s more, there’s also the undeniable law of “blackening makes one ten tis stronger.”
Ba Yang was already giving her enough headaches. If she were to create another “rebellious child” that combined all the corrupted aspects of her Power, wouldn’t that just increase the difficulty of the ga for herself?
Most importantly, she didn’t want to be a “mom” yet; she was only eighteen, still a Baobao!
“However,” just as Ju ng was pondering, the woman added, “I’ve vaguely heard these past few days that the Eclipse Society guys, acting according to their agreent, seem to have had so problems with their cooperation. That’s all I know.”
After listening, Ju ng nodded thoughtfully, “Alright, I understand.”
“This matter with the Maitian God is like a pregnant woman, and the Mountain City Eclipse Society is like an obstetrics and gynecology hospital. The Maitian God entrusted the Eclipse Society to help it deliver, and now there’s a dical accident, leading to a doctor-patient dispute, right?”
The woman...
As expected of Lord Ju ng, she truly dares to speak.
Not only did she directly call out the na of a Calamity urban legend, but she also ridiculed it with strange analogies, but...
“Yes, it’s probably just as you said.”
Good tis are always short. After Lu Yibei and Jiang Li found the Alchemy Dirty Bomb that had accidentally rolled away, and before they could properly enjoy the joy of eting Jiang Li again, Lin Kele, who had just t with her informant, called her.
Jiang Hao: 【I have to go.】
Lu Yibei: 【Okay, see you later.】
Jiang Li: 【Okay, contact later.】
Watching Jiang Li's back disappear into the distance, Lu Yibei played with the Alchemy Dirty Bomb in her hand, lost in thought.
The Leader's sudden appearance here took up a lot of ti, so it might be too late to continue causing trouble.
Moreover, the Alchemy Dirty Bomb demolition plan can't be used anymore. If any part of this nightclub exploded, the Leader would imdiately think of , so I'll just forget about it for now? I'll go back and see if Slly Girl has made any progress.
Anyway, infiltrating the Eclipse Society isn’t an overnight thing. Tomorrow, at the latest the day after tomorrow, Lin Nian and the Monster Story Chat Group should send so useful information.
Thinking this, Lu Yibei composed herself and turned to walk towards the nightclub entrance.
Just as she passed through the soundproofed corridor before the main entrance, a tall girl brushed past her.
The girl was wearing a faded thick hoodie, pulled low, which was very strange attire for early sumr and quite eye-catching. Lu Yibei couldn't help but take another look.
As if sensing her gaze, when she looked at the girl, the girl almost simultaneously looked back at her.
Their gazes t, and Lu Yibei clearly felt the girl freeze for a mont. Coming back to her senses, a faint glimr of excitent clearly shone in her pink, jewel-like eyes.
But then, as if rembering sothing important, a hint of difficulty appeared between the girl's eyebrows. She glanced towards the depths of the nightclub, puffed out her cheeks, and then jogged forward, disappearing into the crowd.
Turning her head to look in the direction the girl ran off, Lu Yibei frowned slightly.
Strange, why do I feel like she knows ?
But I don't know her at all!
Could it be another unknown destined partner? Lu Yibei thought, shaking her head and quickening her pace.
After exiting the nightclub door, she imdiately turned the corner and then stopped.
She planned to wait for the girl to co out and observe her a little to figure out who she was...
On the other side, on the second floor of CHARM CLUB, in an office.
This European-style office was very strange; facing the center of the nightclub’s dance floor, it was completely empty with no wall, allowing a full view of everything on the dance floor. However, if soone looked from the outside, there were thick walls there.
At this mont, a man with a refined appearance, whose handsoness was tinged with a hint of gloom, sat in a leather chair. His heterochromatic eyes, through the lenses of his silver tal-frad glasses, watched the tall, silver-haired girl’s retreating figure in the direction of the nightclub entrance, and the corners of his mouth curved upwards, forming a aningful smile.
“Is that the person Feinikesi (Phoenix) Mr. values? Doesn’t seem like much! I thought she’d find quickly!”
Just as he was muttering to himself, a knock suddenly sounded on the door.
“Bang bang bang—!”
“Co in!”
He responded softly, and before the man could even turn his chair to see who had arrived, he felt a strong gust of wind brush past him. A figure “whooshed” and darted onto the “transparent” wall beside him.
“Wow! As expected of you guys, you’ve even transford the wall into a Spiritual Energy item. Does it have a function to detect Spiritual Energy fluctuation levels? Oh oh! It can also lock onto thirty-six targets simultaneously and analyze the type of Power through their Spiritual Energy fluctuations? So advanced!”
“Let see, there are at least three types of solidified Spell for concealing aura, two types of illusion-based Spell, and... is the underlying structure an earth-attribute sealing Spell?”
Looking at the girl who was sprawled on the transparent “wall,” chattering incessantly, her face full of infatuation, as if she was about to lose control and take a bite out of the wall, the young man’s mouth twitched.
This scene reminded him of when his younger cousin, who was in kindergarten, rushed into his study and fixated on his ship models. The result was that almost all the ship models he had painstakingly made were covered in saliva and teeth marks.
Miss, who the heck are you?!
Don’t touch indiscriminately, okay? Do you know how expensive it is?!
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