Volume 1, Chapter 63: Qi Yu Visits

Chu Yun took a deep breath, looked at Li Xian, and asked, "Brother Li, do you have any high-proof liquor?"

Li Xian was silent for a moment, then said, "Does the Heir mean to give you some?"

Liquor, naturally, was available.

This was beyond doubt.

He certainly kept a batch of stored liquor on hand.

Wine and liquor of this kind would not spoil even if kept for a long time; on the contrary, the longer they aged, the more fragrant they became. Therefore, rather than brewing constantly without pause, he would send a portion directly to Fuyuan Restaurant, reserving about a third for himself. Whenever he lacked the time to brew, he could simply make do with the stored stock, which served as his basic safeguard.

Otherwise, when he was busy, he would have no time for brewing at all.

Besides this, ......

Li Zifeng followed him in, and then the man in the white lab coat pressed several numbers on the elevator panel in a specific sequence. Li Zifeng understood that this must be the password or access code for the elevator.

Seeing that the stone cave had been arranged according to my requests, I nodded in satisfaction to Miaomiao, who was waiting nearby. Miaomiao responded with a mischievous smile.

Turning around, she caught sight of Ning Xuan and Yidie smiling right at her—such a beautiful scene, as if it had already appeared in her dreams countless times.

"Chun'er!" My sudden sternness nearly made a young police officer nearby drop the gun in his hand.

Following the death of the Soul-Searching Clan's chieftain, the Great Elder naturally assumed the highest position. The remaining members of the Soul-Searching Clan also obeyed the Great Elder's orders and came to take revenge on Murong Ningyue.

"Let's see how things develop and go from there." Big Dipper kept his gaze fixed outside. At this moment, the street was packed with people, all pointing up at the sky. From the direction their heads were turning, it was clear that the flying man in the sky had headed southeast.

This scene took place in an unseen moment. Time flowed like water, and another month passed.

With that, Gufeng walked up to the spirit platform, offered incense to Gu Xiaotian, and consoled his departed spirit. When he reached the most emotional part, tears streamed down his face. Several Hall Masters from the Azure Pine Hall stepped forward one after another to comfort Gufeng.

Xu Tao swung his long whip, turning it into a whip-like dragon to block the others before him. A wind blade slashed heavily against the whip, and with a loud bang, Xu Tao was sent flying backward, soaring past the crowd and crashing heavily onto the ground behind them.

"Li Tianchen! Li Tianchen, are you alright?" Lin Zhao was also frightened by Li Tianchen's appearance and hurriedly called out to him a few times.

Meng Fanxing simply accepted it quietly without saying a word. This situation made Shang Lu feel much better at ease.

As for the second half of the sentence—catching a golden son-in-law directly beneath the imperial gold list after the palace examinations—Yinxiang was well aware of it, as such customs existed in the previous dynasty. Nowadays, however, they had become much rarer.

This tiger-headed man appeared somewhat less slender and frail compared to the first one. However, the previous tiger-headed man had been extremely respectful, holding the box and retreating to the side.

Driven by a multitude of reasons, Master Zhu began a long period of plotting, deciding to make a move against the Xie family.

With a single sword strike, Shao Yixuan knocked the final blocking Witch warrior of the Forbidden Land against the Witch God Tower, and only then led the others toward the second floor.

The saying goes that a man's lips are like a deceptive ghost. Having witnessed too many romantic entanglements, Ning Luo would never believe that a man's solemn vows made in the heat of the moment could last a lifetime.

The two of them had grown up in each other's company. Although the official relationship was that of master and servant, in Yinxiang's heart, they were far more than that. Calling them blood brothers would not be an exaggeration at all.

Old man Lin sighed, revealing the loneliness typical of middle-aged and elderly people, which instantly left me feeling like I had nothing more to say.

Ning Luo's nose was extremely sensitive to scents; practically any smell she had ever inhaled would never be forgotten. Right now, as she smelled the broth in the bowl she held, it felt rather odd—it did not smell like something wholesome.

Old Chen was dumbfounded at this turn of events. Just then, his hand brushed against a piece of jade tucked inside his sleeve. The thought crossed his mind that if he were stopped here, not only would today's cargo fail to be sold, but more importantly, failing to meet that high-ranking official would spell immense trouble.

Jingchuan gasped heavily for air, his mind completely plunged into chaos. Qingzhu's sword tip had clearly pierced straight through his heart, yet he felt entirely unharmed.

"Did you beat the two of them up?" Seeing Chen Feng show no reaction, the police officer stood up straight and glared fiercely at Xia Fan.

"Doubting me? My phone will automatically turn on in two minutes." As a prominent Dark Night Spectre, failing to handle even a smartphone would be an insult to such a formidable title.

Family members excluded, there were four people in total: an elderly grandfather in a wheelchair, an elderly grandmother leaning on double crutches who looked to be anywhere from eighty to ninety years old—in short, ancient beyond measure—a visually impaired blind person as the third, and finally, someone also seated in a wheelchair, nodding off as if still half asleep.

Liu Chong looked back; he possessed a divine bow and a strange precious saber, yet lacked a long weapon. Still, this would do.

Gao Shun, the General of Majestic Might, was ordered to select a thousand hardy men to form the "Camp of the陷阵 (Trapping the Vanguard)," training day and night for deployment.

Liu Bobo marveled that the rough-hewn Dingling people could actually depict such brilliantly colored paintings, for in his view, the Dingling people were utterly savage, inferior even to the people of his own Tiefu tribe. Nevertheless, at this juncture, he dared not speak or ask too much, and could only quietly gaze at the exquisite decorations surrounding him.

Xu Jing dismissed the bustling crowd, leaving only Kong Zhou, Luo Jun, Xu Jing himself, and a few stern-gazing armored guards in the arena. Luo Jun knew immediately that today's gathering was far simpler than a routine reporting of duties.

A stabbing pain struck, and before the second gunman could recover his senses, the pistol he gripped fell to the ground.

A moment later, as a flash of black light flickered at the doorway, a figure materialized—it was precisely the black-robed cultivator Zheng Zhong had previously encountered outside the island.

Simultaneously with the release of the fist-shadows and light-blades, a mass of yellow light violently erupted across the surfaces of the thousands of stone apes surrounding Zheng Zhong. Following this, they crossed their arms, and giant boulders five meters in diameter abruptly materialized. The next instant, the stone apes thrust their arms forward in unison, hurling the massive rocks straight toward Zheng Zhong.

Jiutian slapped his forehead, silently cursing himself for his lack of foresight. After the ocean spectacular, he had specifically sent someone to express gratitude to Jiuyuan Flower Shop for their generous sponsorship of the holy spirit bird's appearance. Even at the very end of the video, an explanatory note had been added.