Chapter 135: line with translation of chapter title

Seeing her blush, Xie Shiyu pinched her earlobe, then took her hand and went downstairs.

Upon reaching the back garden, Tushan Jiu sat in meditation in the garden.

Xie Shiyu then went for a morning run.

Not long after, Old Master Xie and the others also arrived one after another in the back garden.

Now Old Master Xie and the others have basically graduated; there's no longer any need for Tushan Jiu to supervise their practice.

Their postures and steps are now quite proper.

So Tushan Jiu didn't bother with them, merely absorbing the essence of heaven and earth to temper the qi within her body.

When she finished her cultivation and opened her eyes, she saw the courtyard full of men, women, old and young, including her two drivers, Wu Shuyue and Zhang Haoyun, all present.

Meanwhile, Old Master Xie was holding her old little teaching whip, there correcting Butler Wu's incorrect gesture.

Having just finished two laps and returned, Xie Shiyu leaned against the pillar of the pavilion beside her.

Seeing her surprised expression, he explained: "Starting a little over ten days ago, Old Master not only mobilized the household servants, but also dragged his friends into learning taiji."

Tushan Jiu nodded, indicating she understood: "As long as Grandpa is happy."

Actually, she quite likes this atmosphere.

"They still need to practice a bit longer; let's head back first," Xie Shiyu said, pulling her toward the main building.

After returning, she took a shower, blew dry her hair, then went downstairs to eat breakfast.

Recently, Xie Shiyu has had several more projects in hand, cooperating with the higher authorities, each worth hundreds of billions; he's quite busy, almost every day either in a meeting or on the way to one.

Originally he had planned to wait until Tushan Jiu was free, then take her out to play, but this plan could only be postponed.

Because these projects are not just about profit; they are also major livelihood issues, capable not only of accelerating the development of the Huaxia economy but also of solving employment problems for millions of people in the surrounding cities.

Therefore, these projects must be carried out to perfection.

Once these projects are all completed, the Xie Clan will become one of the top existences in Huaxia.

Moreover, the people above are also waiting to see the results here.

Tushan Jiu, however, was not surprised.

Because she had anticipated it long ago, after all she could see that Xie Shiyu's fortune was accelerating in its turning.

It's fine; whether we play or not isn't important, and petty romance isn't important either.

They are both still young, and once they marry and achieve success in their careers, they will have plenty of time to squander.

They can squander for decades in the yang world, and continue in the yin world as well.

What, are we afraid that a world for just the two of us won't be enough?

That would be more than enough.

So after breakfast, two cars simultaneously drove out from the Xie family's old residence.

One headed toward the Xie Group's headquarters in the city center, the other toward the Nan Cheng office.

Last night's big fire, in ordinary people's eyes, was just an ordinary fire, but to cultivators everyone knows it was the fire of the netherworld.

So early that morning the group chat exploded.

That group was created during the last hellish rift; afterward nobody deleted it, and it became the gossip chat group for Nan Cheng cultivators.

Even the group name was changed to "Under the Peachwood Sword, Tales of the Jianghu: Gossip Chronicle."

Tushan Jiu opened that group in the car, because the 99+ unread messages looked quite gripping.

As soon as she opened it, a flood of text and voice messages burst out, swoosh swoosh swoosh.

The latest-model phone she bought after her grandfather's death even lagged a bit from it—just imagine how many messages there must be.

Fortunately she had silenced notifications; otherwise she'd probably have been driven mad by the noise.

This building is too tall; she can't climb it, so she simply didn't bother.

She roughly glanced over; everyone was mutually inquiring who was secretly doing something big.

Among the messages were many mentions of her name.

Tushan Jiu prepared to pop in, then posted two characters: "It's me."

Then she exited the group page and put her phone away.

Because the car had already arrived at the office gate.

She got out of the car and told today's driver, Zhang Haoyun, to drive to the exit and wait for her.

Then she went to Old Master Dog to register her entry.

As soon as she stepped into the office building's main door, she heard a shrill scream: "Ah! I told you, it's definitely my idol!"

The one who shouted that was exactly the female staff member who had awarded Tushan Jiu yesterday.

She is the worker who records scores, so she was also in that group.

Moreover, any notifications were also her responsibility to disseminate to everyone.

Yesterday she only told Old Xu, so even many staff members in the office, like the group members, were still clueless about what was going on.

The girl finished shouting, then locked eyes with Tushan Jiu.

Her face flushed, then she gave an embarrassed giggle to Tushan Jiu: "Eh, oh wait, Tushan Daoist, are you here to turn in those three little ghosts? Come over, I'll register your points and draw ghost power."

Tushan Jiu chuckled lightly; the staff at the Nan Cheng office really are quite interesting.

After the matter was mostly settled, that girl took away all the food that had been transformed by ghost power as Tushan Jiu had requested yesterday.

Among them, just the various kinds of liquor, Tushan Jiu collected for quite a while.

Let alone the other food; a thousand years' worth of ghost power is enough to eat for a while.

But the Xie family has many members.

Moreover, she can eat a lot, so the rations that would last other cultivators several years amount to only a "while"—about two months—for her.

Tushan Jiu here is collecting, collecting, collecting, while her phone over there goes buzz buzz buzz.

But she actually doesn't want to reply just yet.

Because there's no need to guess—she knows for sure that the group members just want gossip, and they're all tagging her.

After fifteen minutes, she had finished collecting them all, then she picked up her phone to look.

The one who tags her the most is Wang Dongqing.

She opened it to reply, but the latest notification that popped up tagging her was actually from Xiang Yichu.

【Tag Sword-borrower Tushan Jiu: she's really impressive; I ran into her last night—from entering to taking care of those two little ghosts, it took only a few minutes, minus the walking time, the time actually spent catching ghosts—I won't say, you can work it out yourselves; as for her skill, I feel inadequate.】

As soon as he said that, not only did Tushan Jiu's hand stop typing.

Even the group fell quiet for a moment.

Moments later, Tushan Jiu moved her fingers again and typed: 【Tag Corpse-chaser Xiang Yichu, did you just restart your phone?】

Corpse-chaser Xiang Yichu: 【Tag Sword-borrower Tushan Jiu: yes, feeling pretty good, thanks for your suggestion.】

Sword-borrower Tushan Jiu: 【Tag Corpse-chaser Xiang Yichu: you're welcome, just casual remarks, as long as it helps you.】

Orthodox Unity Sect Wang Dongqing: 【Tag Sword-borrower Tushan Jiu tag Corpse-chaser Xiang Yichu, actually you two don't need to keep tagging each other, because we can't get a word in edgewise, and we don't even know what you two are talking about, okay?】

What followed was the group filling the screen with a uniform format: nicknames plus tags for Tushan Jiu and Xiang Yichu, hahaha.

At that moment, far away in a villa courtyard, the leisurely tea-drinking Xiang Yichu saw the screen full of hahas in the group chat, and the corner of his mouth also curled up in a smile.

Enjoying the moment, this feeling is indeed not bad.

Learning to relax, life isn't as terrible as my father said.

He now needs to learn to get used to what he's not used to, and then make it his own habit.

In the group he also typed a few hahas, then he put down his phone, closed his eyes, and quietly basked in the sun.