Chapter 43: Another Encounter

Under Wang Yan’er’s friendly questioning, Wang Ji deeply realized all the mistakes he had made in the past and resolved to turn over a new leaf, willing to act as an inside man unconditionally.

Wang Yan’er would never trust such a verbal promise.

She immediately took out a bottle of Pill and spoke to Wang Ji.

“Take it, and I’ll believe you!”

Watching Wang Ji swallow the Pill with his own eyes, Wang Yan’er nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

“Don’t even think about finding someone to refine an Antidote. What I gave you is Star Plucking Tower’s poison. This Pill isn’t something that can be easily neutralized or replicated.”

Upon hearing that the other party was from the Star Plucking Tower, Wang Ji wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, surprised, and hurriedly bowed his head in agreement.

“Of course, of course, I’ll obey all of Senior’s commands.”

By the time Wang Ji looked up, he found no one in front of him, as if no one had ever been there.

***

Illusory Moon Pavilion, one of the most luxurious restaurants in Fengcheng.

Due to the discovery of the Spirit Mine, Fengcheng had suddenly risen in a short time.

Although it had declined somewhat in recent years, the local authorities still secretly mined the Spirit Mine, causing the black market to thrive.

The flow of people hadn’t decreased much.

The Illusory Moon Pavilion was openly a restaurant, but covertly it also conducted black market business.

At the top floor, a tall, elegant woman sat face-to-face with a young man.

Many people in the room secretly glanced at the woman.

Though she wore a veil, her figure and aura revealed her as a peerless beauty.

Qin Mu picked up a teacup from the table, took a sip, and thought it was decent, though still inferior to the tea at Aunt Lu’s place.

“Yan’er Aunt, are we just here to drink tea?”

Qin Mu looked up at the sun, estimating the time.

It wasn’t even three o’clock.

After brewing the tea skillfully, Wang Yan’er patted her thigh.

“If you’re tired, Mu’er, you can rest your head here for a while.”

Qin Mu glanced at the plump thigh, imagining how comfortable it would be as a pillow.

Though tempted, he didn’t dare.

After these days of getting along, he still hadn’t figured out his Yan’er Aunt’s temper.

“Not tired, not tired, I just wondered—aren’t we going to investigate the Demon Clan?”

“No rush. We’ll wait here a bit. If you’re bored, Mu’er, here.”

With that, Wang Yan’er handed a Storage Pouch to Qin Mu.

Qin Mu took it, opened it, and the shining Ling Stones inside nearly blinded him!

As Young Master Qin, he had never seen so many Ling Stones in his life.

“Yan’er Aunt, you’re the best!”

Qin Mu hugged Wang Yan’er and planted a kiss on her cheek.

Wang Yan’er didn’t mind being hugged, but when warmth touched her cheek—even through the veil—she felt it clearly.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Her heart pounded in her chest.

After kissing her, Qin Mu suddenly realized what he had done.

He couldn’t help it.

Since childhood, Young Master Qin had been trained by his Elder Sisters and Aunt Lu to express thanks with a kiss.

Qin Mu quickly let go.

Due to the veil, he couldn’t see Wang Yan’er’s expression, but her revealed gaze held no disgust.

On the contrary, there was a hint of bewilderment.

“Yan’er Aunt… I… I’ll head downstairs first!”

Qin Mu hurriedly slipped away, leaving Wang Yan’er alone.

Wang Yan’er stared blankly at the direction Qin Mu had gone, her hand touching her chest, feeling her racing heart and a heat rising inside her.

What’s happening… to me?

Downstairs, Qin Mu wiped cold sweat from his brow.

Luckily, he ran fast—hopefully, Yan’er Aunt wasn’t angry.

Still, Yan’er Aunt is really generous!

He touched the Storage Pouch at his waist again.

With just a glance, he estimated there were at least several hundred Ling Stones inside—maybe even over a thousand!

“Waiter! Bring—”

Qin Mu called out, ready for a feast, but then spotted someone who shouldn’t be here.

A black-robed youth sat at a nearby table, his eyes filled with a maturity far beyond his age.

Long Shengtian!

Qin Mu recognized him at a glance.

After all, he was the first person in years to make Young Master Qin feel a life-or-death crisis.

And he had even escaped from Miss Mengyu’s grasp—also at the Qi training stage.

Brother Long, how are you so impressive?!

Qin Mu decided it was better to avoid trouble.

He pretended not to see him and found a seat in a hidden corner, ordering a pile of food.

Not long after, the dishes arrived.

Just as Young Master Qin was about to dig in, a shadow sat across from him.

Looking up—speak of the devil.

Long Shengtian smiled slightly, poured himself a cup of tea.

“Who would’ve thought I’d meet a fellow sect member here. Right, Brother Qin?”

The last two words were almost spat out through gritted teeth.

Long Shengtian had paid a steep price to escape from Qin Mengyu.

Now, meeting Qin Mu again—and with no trace of the Qin Family Sisters nearby—he had to teach Qin Mu the meaning of the word ‘death.’

“Ahaha, yes.”

Qin Mu laughed awkwardly.

“I didn’t expect to see you either, but—suddenly I have a stomachache. Excuse me.”

Damn it, if I fight him one-on-one, I’m no match at all.

Better to flee while I can!

Qin Mu stood up.

Almost instantly, Long Shengtian appeared beside him, pressing a hand on Qin Mu’s shoulder, his smile inscrutable.

“Brother Qin, why are you so eager to leave when you see me? Are you unwelcome?”

You know it and still ask?

I wish you’d trip and fall flat on your face.

Though he thought this, Qin Mu forced a grin.

“What are you saying! What are you saying! How could I be that kind of person! It’s just—my stomach really hurts, so I’ll excuse myself first.”

“Heh, is that so?”

Long Shengtian’s narrowed eyes opened.

“In that case, why don’t I make sure you never have a stomachache again, Brother Qin? How’s that!”

Boom!

Before he finished speaking, Long Shengtian punched.

Qin Mu couldn’t react in time—an immense force sent him flying.

Crash!

After smashing into several tables and chairs, Qin Mu’s body finally came to a stop.

Long Shengtian gave Qin Mu no time to breathe.

In a blink, he appeared nearby, True Qi surging, a fierce gleam in his eyes.

With a punch filled with True Qi, he intended to send Qin Mu to have a good chat with the Yama King.

Of course, Qin Mu wasn’t about to just sit and wait for death.

He circulated his True Qi, preparing to fight back.

But as Long Shengtian threw his punch, he sensed a terrifying aura and quickly retreated.

Before he could get far, an overwhelming pressure pinned him in place.

“This is… a Tribulation Stage Great Power! How can this be?!”

A tall, elegant woman appeared beside the youth.

Long Shengtian felt a familiar energy from her.