Yuanhui, carrying his benefactor, reached the shore and got into a discreet black car. They drove through the brightly lit streets, heading towards a destination.
It wasn't a hospital. The massive disturbance on the beach not long ago had sent shockwaves through Yuanhui, who was cultivating on the island reef; the tremors stretched over a kilometer. Yuanhui didn't know what kind of expert could achieve that, but the moment he saw his benefactor, he inexplicably felt a connection between the two.
Now, with police cars everywhere and the area under lockdown, he naturally wouldn't take his benefactor to a hospital. Therefore, there was only one place to go.
The car drove on, gradually leaving the bustling city and arriving at a beautiful, garden-like place. If someone were awake, they would immediately recognize this as their usual haunt.
—Yingluo Manor.
Yuan Hui drove in from the side. Although the city was largely automated, this place still relied on human guards. The guard, dressed in a strange blend of ancient and modern clothing with an unusual aesthetic, was no ordinary person. His bulging temples and composed demeanor suggested he was a highly skilled martial artist, no less proficient than Yuan Hui himself, a master of Ming Jin martial arts.
He smiled and greeted Yuan Hui, whose window was slightly ajar to avoid being seen in the back seat, a hint of nervousness barely perceptible on his face: "Master Yuan, you've returned from your training at sea again?"
The guard didn't suspect anything. Although they hadn't known each other long, the monk named Yuan Hui's diligence and simplicity were truly astonishing. He had even watched Yuan Hui break through a ceiling he himself had never been able to overcome, and perhaps never would, advancing to the An Jin realm.
He couldn't help but admire him. Yuan Hui was also very approachable, often sparring with the guards, which had even caused his long-stagnant cultivation to show signs of a breakthrough. Having entered the Dark Force realm, Yuan Hui was working even harder than before, now practicing in the sea almost every night.
Therefore, the inspection was merely routine, and the guards quickly let him through…
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After the inspection, Yuan Hui breathed a slight sigh of relief. In his mind, the Jiang family mansion, the residence of the Queen of Shanghai, Yingluo Manor, should be one of the safest places in the entire city.
That's why he risked bringing his benefactor back…
And the reason he was able to stay here was related to the strange experiences of the past few days: after parting ways with his employer, Xiang Anping, his greatest desire was to return to the mountain temple to cultivate, hoping to break through to the long-desired Dark Force realm with the insights he gained from his benefactor.
However, the reason this generation of disciples with the character "Yuan" were being hired was because the temple's financial situation was dire. As the senior disciple, it wouldn't be appropriate for him to return empty-handed.
So Yuan Hui decided to find even a menial job in the city, like bricklaying, rather than return to the temple empty-handed. But just then, a strange old man approached him. The old man's strength was unfathomable, and he claimed to be from the Jiang family. After inquiring in detail about the conflict in front of the Luo family's gate, he arranged for Yuan Hui to join the Jiang family.
Currently, he's the prospective driver for the Queen of Shanghai, Jiang Yingji. However, the Queen of Shanghai has several drivers, and he hasn't been summoned even once, yet the salary is ridiculously high, and he has plenty of free time. He used this time to finally advance to the Dark Force realm.
The unique cultivation method of the Dark Force Domain at Kongshan Temple requires being in a waterfall, but since there are no waterfalls in Shen City, he went to the sea and used the power of the waves to cultivate…
Tonight was the same as always, but unexpectedly, he saved his benefactor.
He brought his benefactor to his dormitory—though called a dormitory, it was a detached house with a quiet and secluded environment, almost making one forget that he was in the expensive city of Shen City.
It was precisely because of this that he dared to bring his benefactor back to Yingluo Manor to recuperate.
After everything was settled, this long night seemed to be coming to a peaceful end, but not far away at the residence of the Queen of Shanghai, an unusual meeting was unfolding.
The reception hall was decorated mainly in wine red, with furniture made of carefully crafted golden nanmu wood, exuding an elegance reminiscent of the early 20th century.
Seated at the head of the table, a beautiful woman, seemingly fresh from a bath, her thick, black hair still slightly damp, exuded an elegant languid charm. She lay cross-legged on her long, shapely legs, her calves, with their graceful curves and perfectly proportioned shape, slightly raised. Her snow-white feet, encased in semi-sheer indigo stockings, resembled upturned jade lotuses, adorned with a silk down slipper.
Her slender upper body appeared casually dressed—a thin gold ribbon loosely tied around her serpentine waist, binding her indigo-blue silk blouse embellished with dark gold patterns, which draped loosely over her shoulders by two extremely thin straps.
A swan-like neck, delicate collarbones, and a voluptuous chest revealing large expanses of smooth, creamy skin. Her large breasts were swollen and full, the unbound, rounded cleavage extending diagonally beneath her armpits, as smooth and alluring as piled-up snow. The fabric beneath her heavy breasts could barely conceal the deep, white cleavage.
This was an extremely intimate nightgown of light, silky fabric, so thin that it barely covered her full, pear-shaped, peach-like buttocks, rounded thighs, and the alluring shape of her two jade-like breasts, like hanging melons or teardrops. The full, rounded curves of her breasts were faintly visible to Xiang Anping…
This made his mouth water, yet he dared not swallow, lest the Queen of Shanghai, Jiang Yingji, notice. For a moment, he lowered his head, appearing extremely reserved.
"You mean…?" Jiang Yingji lifted her dark… A woman with flowing black hair and clear, piercing eyes stared at Xiang Anping. "During the seven years Dong'er was missing, you helped him?"
"But he forgot about you? Is that why you had that argument at the Luo family's gate, and you left in a fit of anger?"
Xiang Anping glanced discreetly at the hunched old man, Zhang Zichen, who claimed to be from the Ming Dynasty. He stood quietly in a corner of the room, eyes downcast, seemingly unresponsive to any external stimuli—the perfect image of a loyal and devoted servant.
But Xiang Anping remembered the scene not long ago when Zhang Zichen had found him and carefully taught him his words for this meeting. A cold smile flashed through his mind. He didn't even know Li Dong's past. If it weren't for Zhang Zichen, how could he have impersonated Li Dong's savior?