Chapter 87: Sleeping Side by Side

Love can make the exalted bow their heads, but the one standing before Yu Baichuan was not Li Wanbai, so he would never speak with such humility.

After all, opportunity always carries risk, and to bear risk one must possess the strength to do so. The female lead of Youth Chronicle was a prize large enough to tempt many. Since Yu Baichuan had already handed over so important a role, if the other party failed to perform well, that was her own concern. What did it have to do with him?

Yet the one standing before him at this moment was Li Wan...

A few days earlier, during their spare moments, some of the older folks had helped the farm weave more than a hundred straw nests for laying hens. Each had openings at both ends and a broad, rounded belly in the middle; from afar, they looked like jars laid on their sides.

The old patriarch was advanced in years and had never slept well to begin with. The Yue family had many concerns, and in the end they decided to hold the wedding feast in the capital of Yiyun. After the banquet, returning home to live there would be another matter.

A youth who had come of age would surely care deeply about reputation. He must already have been used to being the center of everyone’s admiration. Now, with someone younger and more gifted than himself suddenly appearing, as an alchemist, he would certainly feel hostility of his own.

Seeing that no one had bid at all, he let his lips curl slightly, a trace of smugness on his face, secretly delighted.

After spending a quarter of an hour, Chen Wu had gained a thorough understanding of the situation throughout the empire and finally felt at ease.

Though the Taiping Army cavalry had also suffered heavy losses in winning this battle, with at least sixty or seventy riders dead or wounded, it had all been worth it.

Ye Qing did not take it to heart at all. He felt his own endurance should be very good. As for an early great fortune, he had not considered that at all.

Before he had even gone upstairs, he happened to run into Yan Pingchun, who had just come out, and Yan Pingchun promptly called out to stop him.

Mo Yanyu took out a thousand-year-old Azure Blood Spirit Mushroom and flung it into Lin Zhuang’s arms. Lin Zhuang felt like crying. What was this supposed to mean? There was no need to play like this.

A sacred cup? Did he mean the Christian Holy Grail I was thinking of, or the sacred cup used as a title for the Dragon King’s dragon bones? Caesar asked the puppet-like Lu Mingfei in some confusion.

The soul looked drowsy, eyes half-closed, and stretched lazily atop Chu Feng’s head before slowly lifting its gaze.

Jiang Yancheng, who was trying to drink his own ginger tea straight from the cup, turned his head toward Lin Ruanyuan after hearing the laughter, his expression somewhat puzzled.

With an “ow—” from the repeated forging, Xu Tiannuo’s body finally reached the state it was meant to reach. Quietly, the power sealed within Xu Tiannuo’s body by the Purple Radiant Extinguishing Heavens Dragon began to be released.

“A magic treasure?” Chi Qiaosong said in surprise as he took the Celestial Master’s golden token. He already had a silver token of the Celestial Master, but that thing was merely an alloy mixed with a trace of silver.

When he stepped into the spacious hall, he saw a familiar figure with his back to him. Even the familiar voice carried the sound of spittle within it, speaking about some sort of Brilliant Package or another. Looking down, the customers there were indeed eating the Brilliant Package.

Of course he knew it. Everyone had worked so hard for so long, and so many had died. If, at this moment, he were to say they were giving up, would that not render all the efforts of every team member utterly in vain?

They screamed from the balcony railings, waving silk scarves and handkerchiefs, shouting wanton and shameless things that made cheeks burn. The bold ones even began hurling embroidered silk balls, and some even tossed down their belly bands. The scene was as fervent as when Jia Yu, after placing third in the imperial examinations, had been granted the honor of riding through the streets on horseback.

After all, he was about to become the deputy chief of An Town. If he wanted to develop, if he wanted Old Bai to have rice in his bowl, he had to have a stable ecology.

“Not one more, not one less,” Zhang Shouqing blurted out, though his expression clearly asked: how do you know?

The Drunken Immortal Tavern had been handed down from his great-grandfather and had stood for one or two hundred years. It had entertained countless guests, yet it had never before hosted a guardian elder of the Vast Heaven Gate. That alone was enough to make him proud; in the future, he could even use it as a signboard to attract more customers.