Chapter 141: Querying for the Host

Shen Jin’s expression shifted.

Beiyu chuckled. "Are you that scared? I’m not going to make you pay me back in flesh."

"!"

Shen Jin looked at Beiyu. This woman was always so bold; he had heard her say many times before that she wanted to take Lu Qingqing to the pleasure districts to find handsome young men.

...

Now, every time she looked at his profile picture, You Su felt she was teetering on the edge of disaster; she could no longer take such a risk.

That was why Su Lin had told her to buy scratch-off lottery tickets—a reward, perhaps, for the trouble she had gone through.

She had long since gathered that Su Lin, dressed entirely in cheap, off-the-rack clothing, was either unemployed or from the lowest rungs of society.

Yet, she always felt a veil of mist shrouded his person, making him seem unfathomable.

In the end, he had no choice but to follow Producer Su Yan to see this performance, which felt like an annual meeting despite technically not being one.

***

Gu Shangqing rode at the front alongside General Li and General Shang. His face bore traces of exhaustion, yet he held his head high.

Han Yixuan and his assistant both suppressed the urge to cover their noses, a gesture they knew would be impolite, and secretly regretted choosing this lounge for their meal.

Both sides remained on high alert, watching one another until the treasures they had exchanged were safely in their possession, at which point they finally exhaled in relief.

"If you are going to do it, at least do it properly!" Governor Su shouted. "Without calluses on your hands, won't it be obvious to anyone at a glance that you are a fake?"

As he stood up, his two bodyguards rose in unison, their gazes fixed on the man.

Huang Zhong enjoyed interacting with scholars and deeply admired Liu Ba’s reputation. After Liu Ba was appointed as the West Cao Yuan, Huang Zhong specifically purchased a generous amount of gifts and visited Liu Ba’s residence, hoping to stay the night so they could talk until dawn.

When his energy was nearly depleted, he was like any other human on Earth—devoid of the ability to shift his form or foresee the future. He was merely an ordinary person taking things one step at a time. The transition from god to mortal was clearly an arduous process to adapt to.

Watching Kim Taeyeon storm off in anger, Long Zhiyan felt bewildered. Why did everyone seem so strange today?

They all knew that Zou Chuan had gone to military training, and they couldn't help but be curious: under that brutal, high-intensity regimen, how much weight would he actually lose?

But the moment Han Jun arrived at his grandmother’s house, he was immediately surrounded by his elders as if he were the center of the universe. Even his eldest and second uncles had skipped visiting their own mothers-in-law to stay there instead.

***

With the mindset of visiting his old home, the Xuanbing Sword Immortal arrived before his Xuanbing Palace. Seeing the "Sword Veiling the Heavens" technique—which he certainly had not cast himself—he knew at once that his lair had been breached by an outsider.

Wang Yue did not stand on ceremony; he picked it up and began to eat. The taste was truly delicious—absolutely top-tier.

Unexpectedly, Chu Yi bought a white-feathered fan. When I asked why he chose a goose-feather fan, he claimed it was crafted from the wings of a seagull. He said that without a fan, Master Jing would not look like Master Jing.

"Hey, Fatty, why did you smash such a big hole in this wall?" A school delinquent who was close to Singh walked over and scolded him loudly.

The two began to chat again. They had traveled since morning and only reached the mountain stronghold by noon. Zhu Jun estimated that Mu Jianming’s Divine Machine Battalion would arrive by midnight. Feeling weary, Tu Lun led him to the next room to rest in his clothes.

Just as Ye Dongcheng was about to study the dishes more closely, the crisp sound of the doorbell suddenly echoed.

The Fire Dragon was instantly petrified, unable to move. However, the Petrifying Eye was a single-target attack, so I remained unaffected. I anxiously commanded the Fire Dragon, but it could not move a muscle.

Although Qin Zheng remained silent, the satisfied smile tugging at the corner of his lips was enough to reveal his current mood.