Chapter 13: Wishes Fulfilled

A lively day had finally come to an end.

On the shopfront, which had been closed early, a notice announcing reopening at the hour of the dragon tomorrow was posted. Inside, the staff busied themselves with tidying up, and the few burly men in the kitchen grinned with satisfaction. Although today had been exhausting—so much so that they could hardly lift their arms—their hard work had been well rewarded. Each of them received a tael or two of silver. In the future, as more dishes were added, perhaps they wouldn't earn as much as today, but even half of today's earnings would be acceptable; after all, it would add up over a month.

Suoxin listened patiently, but after waiting for a long while without hearing her continue, she could only tilt her head inquiringly, her eyes asking, “What do you mean?”

"Kai Le, Sheng Li, think about it. If this second person doesn't come to us first, then wouldn't she go to that Gao Yuanping who holds the Cloudflower Staff?"

The old master charged little for consultations and prescriptions, often using the most affordable herbs. When he encountered patients in financial difficulty, he would reduce the fee or even waive it entirely. If not for having purchased the storefront outright, he might have been operating at a loss.

Yang Mulin chased to the elevator and saw Chen Weiwei lying motionless inside, her head twisted at an unnatural angle against her shoulder. Realizing something was wrong, he immediately turned and fled in the opposite direction.

Suoxin stared expressionlessly at the person secretly taking photos, her face full of displeasure. She awkwardly pushed aside Bai Xiaobai's head with one hand and reached out toward Gao Yi with the other.

Over time, Physician Gu collected all four cities’ unique identification tokens, which allowed him free passage among them.

Throughout their journey, fraught with battles and ambushes, the three of them grew noticeably weary. Still, relying on their uniquely fierce secret arts, they drew energy from their surroundings and quickly restored themselves.

When they left the City of Flowers, Yu Hua's Eternal Lamp was still burning, a sign that she was alive.

Luo Lin took a deep breath, sheathed his blade, and gazed at the fractured pattern before him, marveling at how even ordinary iron stood no chance against the overwhelming force he wielded.

The Eighteen Arhats had already been sealed, their powers stripped, leaving no one to interfere. Slowly ascending the jade steps, Amitayus Buddha wore an unrestrained smile; he had succeeded. Now, the Tathagata Buddha was a lamb awaiting slaughter, and the entire Buddhist realm would soon fall into his hands.

The device in his right hand aimed once more at Jemi, who, terrified, began to flee in panic just as the petrifying ray was about to fire.

Though the scene was striking, in truth, few were ever attacked by crocodiles, as during a hunt, a crocodile would only use its signature death roll—a singularly lethal move.

As expected, Han Ming personally delivered invitations, causing a considerable stir among the prominent families. Early in the morning, their leaders all gathered together.

Though he was at odds with the Tathagata, his loyalty to the Buddhist realm and the Great Thunderclap Monastery was beyond doubt. Dragon-Subduing Arhat, though young, possessed cultivation rivaling the Four Great Bodhisattvas—a rare talent whom he was reluctant to harm.

Yet regardless of their lofty status, these people could do nothing now but wait anxiously in the great hall of the prince’s mansion.

"Uh, I have a question I’ve been wanting to ask," Liu Xing interjected. "Since Mo Jin and the others already have enough money to buy a villa, why did they still go blow up the Sky Tree? Was the payment for bombing the Sky Tree that high?"

"Fine weapon!" The Purple Emperor picked up the gun from the ground, gripped it casually, and a bolt of purple lightning, more than two meters thick, struck a distant tree.

Bi Yongnian knew Gong Ren had business to attend to, so he neither stopped him nor accompanied him, only nodding slightly.

Zhao Ponu could not voice his grievances, while Qian Mingguang, always eager for drama, rose on tiptoe to peer mockingly at the group of more than twenty old men in the distance, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

While he was distracted, he slipped the hairpin into his palm and quietly passed it to the specter behind him. As he felt the hairpin taken, he signaled with a fist, meaning: when the opportunity comes, strike at Wangliang’s life.

If neither occupation nor skills could be detected, it meant his profession and abilities were highly unusual—just like Zifeng’s. Only then would detection fail.

After their breathing eased, Jeyou and Zhao Yan leapt back a dozen paces, gasping for air.

The men were either off fishing by the sea, playing billiards at the hall, or drinking at the bar.

"The balance of the universe has been disrupted! Just look—such absurdities are happening. Even volcano stars are sprouting forests! How are the elves supposed to survive? Damn those pirates…” Gaia’s eyes were bloodshot, his words betraying his fury.

Han Xiang was just slashing the throats of two prairie grey wolves with her imitation White Tiger Blades when she sensed a rush of deadly wind behind her. Instinctively, she rolled forward, spun around, and brought both blades up defensively across her chest.

"Qin Tian." I called out toward the direction Qin Tian had disappeared, but with no reply, I turned back. Faint screams could be heard up ahead.

When I saw it was a feather, I was stunned. If it had been a fish scale the size of a fan, perhaps I wouldn’t have been so confused. But it was a feather, and not from a Kunpeng, whose feathers are larger and colorless. The one in my hand was as big as a quilt and dazzlingly multi-colored.

"Of course, especially grilled fish—it reminds me of memories with my mother." Shangguan Yanxi smiled softly, lost in bittersweet nostalgia.

Even if not under the pretense of traveling the country, I still hope to journey to Beijing in the name of love, and then travel all over the country with her.

"That’s not my concern; it’s your own problem. Who would’ve thought that even Lu Deming, one of the Four Great Treasure Hunters, would turn timid now? Don’t you want to see the Seven-Headed Serpent Temple with your own eyes?" Liu Wanyong deliberately provoked.

While shopping with Sun Yi earlier, his phone had been vibrating nonstop. Ye An didn’t need to check to know it was company business.

However, Cai Meier’s remark instantly put the others on high alert, plunging the atmosphere into awkward silence.

Luo Ming cast an impatient glance at him and grumbled loudly, "Who died?"—a true hothead.

"Scoundrel! Shameless! Pervert! I’ll kill you!" Zhang Lexuan, realizing she had been bested, froze for a moment before regaining her composure.

The kitchen door wasn’t locked; it was a frosted platinum door, now left slightly ajar, appearing rather weighty.

Cheng Yun’s outfit was casual yet still elegant, though not as carefully chosen as when she dressed for Ningxue and Ningyue.

The Dark Elves hated the Asgardians for destroying their homeland, while the Asgardians in turn loathed the Dark Elves’ desire to plunge the universe back into darkness and annihilate all intelligent life.

Zhuzi took a deep breath; she truly wasn’t eager to reveal her relationship with Xiu Qiyuan—only because he was so accomplished, not because she, Zhu Xinying, was afraid.