Chapter Ninety-Six: It's Cutting-Edge Technology

After leaving Hengshu Jun’s courtyard, Mingshuang inquired about Lin He’s residence from a passing beautiful automaton. Although the automaton sister displayed a vividly disdainful expression upon hearing Lin He’s name, she remained committed to her diligent work ethic and still guided the severely directionally challenged Mingshuang, knowing well how confusing the winding path back from Hengshu Jun’s small courtyard could be.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Lin He, Xiao Su, and the junior master uncle were helping Mingshuang choose a guiding magical artifact. The chief steward of the Wang family’s main residence—the only living servant in the household—had dispatched automatons to bring the latest batch of hot-selling locators. It was truly a moving sight to see a group of beautiful automatons each carrying a box effortlessly.

The hospitable chief steward opened one of the boxes and took out a simple compass, remarking, “This one is the most affordable. Are those so-called secret realm treasure maps not tempting, or are those marvelous spirit beast mounts not beautiful?”

Night stalkers charged toward Da Qi and the others wielding blades. Although they only had cold weapons, their overwhelming numbers forced the three to evade attacks, retreating while riding horses off the road and fighting back.

Jiang Chen had already confirmed his cultivation could be restored; otherwise, he wouldn’t have had the heart to joke with his disciple.

He never expected that a seemingly ordinary poltergeist could utter such disgusting words.

He woke up dazed, feeling as light as a swallow. Just as he was about to look for Mo Fei, he saw Ruo Xue enter carrying a bowl of porridge.

Rubbing his eyes, he feared it might be the arrival of a malevolent spirit causing hallucinations.

The Gu family also investigated the incident but immediately targeted the true mastermind behind the scenes, failing to discover the Ji family’s covert involvement. Moreover, the other party had been overly cautious, destroying all surveillance footage during the event, so the Gu family never realized that Gu Feiyang had indeed sneaked out that day.

He didn’t know where the carrier pigeon had gone, but it didn’t matter—as long as it could find its way back.

Silently encouraging himself, Su Yue gazed at the overgrown front yard and patiently awaited the arrival of nine o’clock.

Seeing Mo Fei hesitating, Mo Kong gave him a shove in front of Chang Liu and cleared his throat to remind him, “So, dear disciple, everything rests on you now. Should anything happen in the future, you bear all responsibility.”

Yuan Si, unwilling to listen to their mutual flattery, greeted the visitors briefly before leaving the room to tend to the children. At noon, meals were taken as before: the adults dined in one room, while Yuan Si took several nephews to eat in another.

Embraced in his mother’s arms, Yi Shuihan looked somewhat bewildered. Was this really his mother? She appeared so young.

He did not believe that Chu Feng, a mere two-star Sword God, could erase the imprint of his consciousness and sword essence left within the sword.

“Surely not, Brother Yu…” Wu Wang was somewhat surprised to see Yu Dahai’s regretful expression. He had not expected Yu Dahai to be so earnest.

Both traveled light; Yu Shiyang carried only a bag, and Lu Yunyao bore a backpack and a guitar case.

Whether Liu Yan admitted it or not, this was a psychological phenomenon—a form of mental illness. No, it was a mental disorder caused by psychological trauma. Much like Stockholm syndrome, though manifested differently.

Seeing Li Qing’s inevitable victory, Yi Shuihan smiled lightly and slowly turned around, observing the cultivator who had just mocked Li Qing. His previously rosy cheeks had already turned pale.

Over the years, he had moved out of the crowded tenement and into a unit-assigned single apartment. It was sufficient for just the two of them.

Li Yuan, his elder brother, always stood before him whenever danger arose. That figure was not only a goal to aspire to but also a protective barrier.

Out of helplessness, the Immortal Lord of Penglai had no choice but to entrust the ‘Blue Yi Immortal Lord,’ the one who best understood spatial laws, to slay the ‘Heavenly Demon Pigeon.’

“Looks like we’re definitely not on Earth anymore. Lao Ye, what should we do?” Pang Bo asked Ye Fan as he watched Xiao Li’s retreating figure.

“Senior Shi, this is my subordinate. Trust me, I mean no harm. To be honest, the injury I sustained was inflicted by Jia Fugui, a Spirit Realm expert from the City Lord’s mansion. Tomorrow’s team leader will surely be Jia Fugui. With these twenty-five subordinates assisting me, I’m confident I can kill him.”