Chapter 321

Slut's Ridge, Sage Peak.

He Haiqin stood in the corridor of the Sage's Mansion, waiting for the Sage's response.

After waiting for a full hour, there was no response from the room, and the young man in white said: "Are you impatient? Those people outside, they kneel for a whole day and might not even get a response."

He Haiqin said nothing; he knew his current situation and also knew what he would face next.

The panting in the room finally stopped, and the Sage coughed.

The young man in white said to He Haiqin: "Don't forget the rules!"

He Haiqin knelt on the ground and kowtowed toward the direction of the room.

From birth until now, except for his parents, he had never knelt to anyone else.

But today, he knelt.

After kneeling for more than half an hour, the Sage spoke: "He is a man of merit after all; give him a document."

He Haiqin saved Lu Maoxian and had several dealings and negotiations with the Lu and Ling families, and now he had exchanged that for this document.

The document was sealed in a lacquer box; He Haiqin was not qualified to see it. He took the document and, under the guidance of the young man in white, came to the back mountain.

There was a cave on the hillside of the back mountain, and the young man in white pointed to the cave and said: "Walk forward along this cave, keep walking, don't stop, and absolutely don't look back.

Breaking the cocoon to become a butterfly, you have already left the mortal world; you must cherish this good fortune."

He Haiqin took the document and walked all the way along the cave. He was very hungry; although he had lost his physical body, part of his cultivation as a Food Cultivator remained, but at this moment, he didn't know what he could eat.

There was no day or night in the cave, and He Haiqin didn't know how long he had walked; when he saw a glimmer of light, He Haiqin ran forward quickly.

He thought he saw the cave entrance, but in reality, he only saw a pile of firewood.

Where did this pile of firewood come from?

The firelight suddenly flared up, allowing He Haiqin to see the road ahead.

Ahead was a stone wall with more than a dozen archways on it.

He Haiqin didn't know which way to go, when he suddenly heard someone speaking to him:

"Give me the document."

Who is it?

He Haiqin didn't even see a shadow.

The person's voice sounded like a seventy-year-old man and an eighteen-year-old girl speaking with the same mouth.

He Haiqin held up the document in his hand.

The document disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The voice of unknown origin sounded again: "Take the third gate."

Which one is the third gate?

Counting from the left, the third archway lit up with a faint light, and He Haiqin walked into this archway.

After walking for a long time, He Haiqin finally walked out of the cave.

Outside the cave, it was still pitch black; He Haiqin looked up at the sky and didn't see any stars, only a dim yellow, cloud-like and mist-like haze.

"Are you a driver?" someone asked.

He Haiqin looked around, but still didn't see anyone.

"Are you a driver?"

Slap!

A leather whip struck He Haiqin's face.

He Haiqin, who had no flesh and blood, felt unbearable, excruciating pain.

From his cheekbone to his jaw, He Haiqin felt rough scars on his own face.

Slap!

Another whip.

"Are you a driver?"

"Yes!" He Haiqin answered loudly.

"Walk forward, the cart is in front!"

He Haiqin walked quickly forward and saw a horse-drawn cart.

The cart was loaded with many stones, and He Haiqin drove the cart forward.

He knew that he was no longer the head of the He family.

He knew that for a period of time in the future, he would be a slave and servant here.

Being able to be a slave was because he had merit to the Sage.

Most people didn't even have the opportunity to be slaves.

They could only be beasts of burden.

He Haiqin drove the cart, amidst the scolding, and arrived in a wilderness.

Dozens of people, men and women, were carrying heavy stone materials, building a huge stone statue.

That stone statue was a huge ring, a silver-white ring.

"Unload the cart!"

Accompanied by the scolding, several people stepped forward and moved the stone materials off the cart.

Among them was a Force Cultivator who used his techniques to make the stones a bit lighter.

He did it very covertly, but he was still discovered.

Invisible whips struck the Force Cultivator like raindrops, and the scolding sounded like thunder: "You dare to use techniques in the Holy Land; you deserve to be beaten to death, you madman!"

He Haiqin watched with his eyes and remembered in his heart.

You cannot use techniques in the Inner Continent; this point must be remembered.

No matter how hard it is, you have to endure it.

For three times the lifespan.

A year ago, when He Haiqin was lying on his bed, he had concluded that he would surely die.

Only those who have died once know how terrifying death is, and know how important it is to be alive.

He Yuxiu sat in the He family mansion, listening to the accountant Sheng Shanzhou report the accounts.

For the first ten minutes, He Yuxiu listened very carefully.

After ten minutes, He Yuxiu yawned repeatedly and almost fell asleep.

After another ten minutes, He Yuxiu interrupted Sheng Shanzhou: "Stop chanting scriptures, I don't understand."

The big servant Chen Jitai said from the side: "Sister Xiu, you have to listen; these two days are the days for each family to send their red envelopes."

"Send red envelopes..." He Yuxiu scratched her scalp, "Almost forgot, is today the day every family sends red envelopes?"

"Yes."

"Spread the news, say that the He family only recognizes Lu Chunying, and tell the Lu family not to hand the red envelopes to the wrong place."

Chen Jitai didn't understand: "Sister Xiu, this is the Lu family's business; we shouldn't interfere."

"Must interfere; I promised Monkey this."

"Monkey Qiu is no longer a Lu family member; he's not even in Green Water City anymore!"

He Yuxiu looked at Chen Jitai and said: "If I say you don't understand, he's gone, but does that mean my words don't count? Where should the He family put its face?

Besides, if Lu Chunying can't stand firm, doesn't that force Monkey to come back? What if he comes back? Keep fighting him?

Duan Shaoxia's brain isn't sharp, so our brains have to be useful; don't just stand there like a fool, go to work!"

When the major families handed in their red envelopes, the Lu family's main branch and outer branches were no exception; sixty percent handed them to Lu Chunying, as Lu Chunying was the seed of Lu Dongliang, which Lu Dongliang had personally acknowledged.

The remaining forty percent were handed to Lu Maoxian.

No one handed them to Duan Shaoxia; she had adopted a godson, and no one knew whether her place was surnamed Lu or Zhang now.

"That old thing Lu Maoxian is a trouble," Ma Wu poured a glass of wine for Li Banfeng, "I've checked the Lu family's account books; this hasn't been a matter of one or two days.

Ever since Lu Dongliang disappeared, many people have been handing red envelopes to Lu Maoxian; this old thing has been causing us trouble. Once he gains momentum in the Lu family, Green Water City probably won't be able to accommodate us anymore."

"Lu Maoxian, seventh layer..." Li Banfeng pinched his chin, "The quality of this old thing's stuff is still pretty good."

"Not only is his quality good, but he also has many ruthless people under him; I suspect the woman who came to Xiaoyao Wu to look for you earlier was sent by him."

"That can't be," Li Banfeng was somewhat skeptical, "Lu Maoxian does things very ruthlessly; that woman was so reckless, it doesn't fit Lu Maoxian's style of doing things."

Ma Wu shook his head: "Lu Maoxian doesn't do everything ruthlessly; for example, the 'Blood Blade Detective' matter, Lu Maoxian directly took people to the cinema to cause trouble and formed such a big grudge with a movie, which was very unreasonable."

"Blood Blade Detective"?

Li Banfeng said: "Is this movie still being shown?"

"Yes, the latest one has a pretty good attendance, with fifty or sixty percent at every showing. I also have to find a way to come up with some new tricks, otherwise I won't be able to compete with him in the future."

"Seeing Ling Miaoying is dead, who is filming this 'Blood Blade Detective'?"

"The Ling family's film company hasn't closed down yet; I guess Ling Miaosheng is running it."

Li Banfeng shook his head: "It shouldn't be Ling Miaosheng."

"I'll go check on this matter; speaking of movies, yesterday someone brought something from Black Stone Slope and said it must be shown to you."

Ma Wu had someone bring a movie projector, standing over a meter high on the ground; the frame could be folded, and it could be carried by hand.

Li Banfeng was very pleasantly surprised: "This was sent by Chuanzi, right?"

Ma Wu nodded: "To make this thing, Little Chuanzi was exhausted; he specifically told me that this machine, including labor and materials, cost three hundred and twenty yuan."

"Three hundred and twenty!" Li Banfeng nodded, "This price is reasonable!"

Ma Wu said: "It's a pity that the materials are too cheap, and the mainspring can't hold up; once fully wound, you can only watch for fifteen minutes."

"Fifteen minutes is enough; do you think everyone is like you, unable to finish once in fifteen minutes!"

"Finish what once?" Ma Wu didn't understand.

"Watching a movie!"

"There's no such movie; the shortest movie has to be half an hour!"

"You're talking about proper movies," Li Banfeng stared at the movie projector for a long time, liking it more the more he looked at it, "Tell Chuanzi to let the factory start production, specializing in making this kind of movie projector.

Have the workers make the parts separately; don't let them learn the craftsmanship of the movie projector.

Also tell Bai Qiusheng to film movies; how the photos in the magazines are taken, that's how the movies should be filmed. A movie of eleven or twelve minutes is enough."

Ma Wu understood Li Banfeng's meaning: "You mean, let the buyers watch movies at home? Is this called television in the Outer Continent?"

"This is not quite the same as television; there are many things on television that cannot be shown, but ours can!"

Ma Wu stood up suddenly: "I have to go to Black Stone Slope; this is a big business! Bigger than the 'Blood Gun Detective' business!"

At the film company, in the top-floor office, Tu Yinghong sat on the sofa, looking impatient: "I've finished filming the movie, when will you let me go?"

He Jiaqing said while brewing tea: "Let you go, so you can go to Xiaoyao Wu again?"

"Where I go, what does it have to do with you?"

Wan Jinxian sat to one side, his face dark: "How can you be so ungrateful? If we hadn't saved you, you would have lost your life long ago!"

Tu Yinghong glared at Wan Jinxian: "I didn't beg you to save me!"

Wan Jinxian was very angry, and He Jiaqing advised: "We're all on the same side, don't hurt the harmony. Movie Queen Tu, I just want to know one thing: what exactly did you go to Xiaoyao Wu for?"

"I told you, I'm going to find Miaoying!"

He Jiaqing raised his eyebrows: "It seems you two have true feelings."

"So what if we have feelings? I'm telling you, I am Seeing Ling Miaoying's woman, and I will be his woman for the rest of my life. As long as I haven't found him for a single day, I won't be finished with Xiaoyao Wu!"

He Jiaqing sighed: "What a woman who values feelings and righteousness. After the next movie is finished filming, I will let you go."

Tu Yinghong turned and left the office, returning to her room.

She had built this building, and logically, she should have a hundred ways to get out.

But for some reason, she could never walk out, and she didn't know what kind of technique she had been hit with.

Wan Jinxian asked He Jiaqing: "Do you think she really went to Xiaoyao Wu for Seeing Ling Miaoying?"

He Jiaqing shook his head: "She's lying. She and Seeing Ling Miaoying have some feelings, feelings from sleeping in the same bed; it's the same if she sleeps with someone else.

She should have gone to Xiaoyao Wu for that thing."

"Are you talking about the Did Honglian?"

He Jiaqing nodded: "Otherwise, she wouldn't have been keeping an eye on Li Qi all this time."

Wan Jinxian said: "Why not take this opportunity to get the Did Honglian back."

He Jiaqing shook his head: "Now is not the time; when the time comes, I will tell you."

Wan Jinxian nodded slightly; he felt that He Jiaqing's speculation was correct.

But in reality, they had both misunderstood Tu Yinghong.

Tu Yinghong was a person who valued feelings and righteousness; she really didn't go to Xiaoyao Wu for the Profound Life Did Honglian; she went to find her iron ruler.

The tea was brewed, and just as He Jiaqing poured a cup for Old Wan, he felt the button on his chest vibrate.

He Jiaqing listened to the button for a moment and slammed the teapot onto the table: "Lu Maoxian went to the cinema to cause trouble again; why is this old dog so persistent?"

Wan Jinxian said: "Who exactly is standing behind Lu Maoxian hasn't been found out yet."

"Give him another beating, a heavy one this time."

Wan Jinxian nodded slightly, but his mind wasn't on Lu Maoxian.

PS: Where is Wan Jinxian's mind?

(End of chapter)