Volume 1, Chapter 26: A Cup of Fine Wine Stirs a Storm

A Cup of Fine Wine Stirs Up Trouble

One day, Li Chengqian took the imperial physicians to gather herbs on Mount Zhongnan outside Chang'an City.

Mount Zhongnan has long been a sacred place for Taoism, teeming with countless rare medicinal herbs.

"You scoundrel!" Xia Yinhua punched his chest, but Cang Linchen, sound asleep, was unmoved—one fist was not enough to wake him.

An Liang casually tasted the dish; the flavor of spicy pickled cabbage stewed with beef brisket was nearly top-tier, just shy of an A-grade rating.

“Haha! I say, Old Ding, you’ve been keeping this from everyone for so long. So it was him all along? You should have said so earlier,” Old Lü laughed.

“We can’t possibly cross the sea of blood alone; we need something to carry us through,” Wen Zhuo said as he picked up a stone and threw it into the sea of blood. The moment the stone touched the blood, it was instantly corroded and vanished.

“Price is not an issue!” An Liang accepted the cost outright. Though it was expensive, time is money. Meanwhile, Pure Origins Housing Creative Company chose only the highest quality materials for renovation, ensuring no harmful gases or substances would affect health. The higher price was justified.

Chu Xuan spoke with an unmistakable tone of authority: “Tonight at midnight, wait for me at the city gate. Remember, return to the Central Plains by another route. Avoid running into my father and his men.” Without waiting for my great-grandfather to respond, he glanced at him and then turned to leave.

Liu Enzheng placed the documents on the table for Zhuo Xiangyu and sat aside, listening to his instructions.

Ru Lan had been gone half the day and still had not returned. I shuffled back to my couch, feeling like an old man in the twilight of life.

“Director Li, congratulations,” said Minister of Finance Wu Po to Central Bank Governor Li Baohua.

Just as Lin Feng and the others prepared to leave by car, a middle-aged butler in a black suit suddenly emerged from behind a parking lot pillar. He had already been secretly following them during their conversation with Lina.

Qian Chuanchuan had also been busy these past days, telling anyone who would listen that her brother had wronged her—he once stole her rice, deceived her family's treasure, dragged her family all the way to Linjin Town, and lost the hidden treasure pot of their mountain home.

Previously, Zhao Zilong had warned Lin Yao, and Wu Fen had escorted them here. Naturally, their treatment was good. Though new arrivals, they were assigned relatively dignified tasks.

In no time, Lin Feng, once an obscure ordinary classmate, suddenly became a figure of great renown, widely spoken of within the school.

“Of course not,” Elder Yinli chuckled darkly. Then, spiritual energy condensed in his palm. In the next moment, a black beam as thick as an arm shot into the ancient cavern of the Nether Demon.

Upon hearing that his son had been brutally beaten, Shang Tianying, as a father, showed no agitation, nor any desire to seek revenge.

For reasons unknown, Ling Xiaoxiao, whose emotional intelligence was never high, felt a warm current flow through her heart at the scene. A faint blush appeared on her pale face, and she felt her own injuries ease somewhat.

Nan Ke Rui withdrew his mental domain, and at that instant, Zhong Kui charged out, completely escaping the terrifying onslaught of power. As Zhong Kui burst forth, the so-called dreadful forces disappeared as mysteriously as before, silently vanishing without a trace.

Beside them, Lin Feng smiled wryly. He knew Luoyuan often pulled off miraculous feats, but this time it was truly extraordinary! To give everyone a surprise, he had endured two years of being treated like a useless man?