Hundred Flowers God

Zhang Xiuling walked out of Tongqing Theater, looking somewhat dazed. Duan Shuqun and Shen Rongqing followed behind her, seeing Zhang Xiuling off all the way to a rickshaw.

Today is the opening ceremony of Tongqing Theater. Zhang Xiuling attended as invited. After the ceremony, He Jiaqing discussed some things with her, things that Zhang Xiuling could not accept.

"Xiuling, I saw you drank quite a bit earlier. Be careful on the road." Shen Rongqing handed the handbag to Zhang Xiuling.

Zhang Xiuling took the bag, said nothing, and told the Carriage Driver the rickshaw away.

Duan Shuqun followed behind the car and called out, "Sect Leader Zhang, I'll be waiting for your news."

After the rickshaw had driven away, Duan Shuqun turned to Shen Rongqing and said, "Rongqing, we've known each other for so many years, there are some things I don't want to say. Jiaqing can see through all your little tricks. Don't be fooled by his usual joking around; he's never been a magnanimous person. Once he really turns on you, things will get complicated."

Shen Rongqing chuckled, "You have good eyesight. What did you see? Go tell him. I want to see what kind of crime I've committed, and I want to see how he'll punish me!"

Duan Shuqun shook his head repeatedly and said nothing more.

Zhang Xiuling arrived at Hundred Flowers Garden, the main hall of Hundred Flowers Gate. Four gardens surrounded a Western-style building, and the Hall Master of each branch gathered in the main hall of the building, waiting for Zhang Xiuling's decision.

He Jiaqing set out his terms: the Hundred Flowers Gate would henceforth belong to the He Family, the sect leader would be appointed by He Jiaqing, all the sect's businesses would be managed by the He Family, and each branch would receive a monthly salary based on the number of members.

Such conditions are unheard of; He Jiaqing is determined to take over the Hundred Flowers Gate.

He gave Zhang Xiuling three days to make a decision, but Zhang Xiuling did not want to agree.

"Our Hundred Flowers Gate is one of the top sects in Pro State. None of our sect leaders have ever been spineless. Although I, Zhang Xiuling, am a woman, now that I'm in the position of sect leader, I absolutely cannot let the sect's legacy be lost. Even if I'm shattered to pieces, I will never kneel and bow down to the He Family!"

Wenxiu, from the seventh floor, is the most talented woman in Pro State, and her words naturally carry weight.

But after these words were spoken, none of the hall Hall Master responded.

For them, something was more powerful than what Zhang Xiuling had just said: Han Yaomen's head.

No matter how eloquently you speak, He Jiaqing truly killed, and not only Han Yaomen, but hundreds of people from the Azure Cloud Society died one by one, their heads all stored in wooden boxes.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Zhang Xiuling told everyone to disperse.

Back in her bedroom, Zhang Xiuling was in a state of turmoil when Fu Lianhong, the Hall Master of the Red Flower Hall, knocked on the door and entered.

The two women were usually as close as sisters. Seeing that Zhang Xiuling was the only one in the room, Fu Lianhong simply spoke the truth, "Sister Xiuling, you can't hold onto the position of sect leader. Let's not even talk about how ruthless He Jiaqing is; the people in the sect have already lost their hearts."

Zhang Xiuling stared at Fu Lianhong for a moment without saying a word.

Fu Lianhong slapped herself. "It's my fault for being so talkative. My sister must think I had ulterior motives for saying those things. Let me be honest with you, if you weren't in the gang, I definitely wouldn't have stayed."

Once you've made up your mind, the two of us sisters will go together.

Over the years, I've accumulated quite a bit of savings. Let's find a quiet place to live a good life. We're scholars, after all.

Why not do what scholars should do? Putting more effort into spiritual cultivation is far better than anything else. Why bother struggling with a bunch of desperados?

"Scholars —."

Zhang Xiuling stared at the handbag for a moment, then she thought of another writer.

Shen Rongqing took her bag out for her, and she seemed to have something to say at that moment.

Zhang Xiuling took the handbag, opened it, and saw a note tucked inside the powder box.

The note only had three words written on it, "Looking for Li Qi".

This is a hint that Shen Rongqing gave to Zhang Xiuling.

Fu Lianhong glanced at it and nodded repeatedly, saying, "That's one way. If we put aside all the gods in the clouds, the only one in the mortal world who can compete with He Jiaqing is Li Qi."

Zhang Xiuling went to Carefree Dock, but Li Qi wasn't there. When asked where he went, no one knew.

Zhang Shuning, the manager of Carefree Dock, greatly admired Zhang Xiuling. He gave Zhang Xiuling a suggestion. "Go to Xindi and find Fifth Master. Tell him what you need to say."

Zhang Xiuling thanked him repeatedly and went to the Lu Family by car. Fu Lianhong asked in confusion, "Didn't you say you were going to Xindi to find Ma Wu? What are you doing at the Lu Family's?"

"Do you know the price of hiring Ma Wu?"

Fu Lianhong was so anxious she could barely stand. "At a time like this, you're still worried about such a small thing? Ma Wu is young and promising!"

So many girls want to get close to her, but they can't find a way to do it.

"Find Li Qi, not Ma Wu, I'm not that despicable." Zhang Xiuling refused; she was going to the Lu Family to find Duan Shaoxia.

In the past, when Duan Shaoxia encountered trouble, Zhang Xiuling always helped her a lot, braving dangers and hardships without hesitation. The two were as close as sisters.

Now that she heard that Zhang Xiuling had an accident, Duan Shaoxia packed her things overnight and went back to her hometown. Zhang Xiuling couldn't find her.

Fu Lianhong didn't say a word; she couldn't bear to mock Zhang Xiuling.

Zhang Xiuling returned to the Hundred Flowers Garden and had her subordinates arrange the flowers.

One hundred flowers were selected from four gardens, each of which was a different variety.

Zhang Xiuling knelt among the flowers and prayed silently, as she was inviting the Hundred Flowers God.

There are two theories about the origin of the Hundred Flowers God. One theory is that the Hundred Flowers God was the creator of the Hundred Flowers Gate. She reached a certain level of cultivation and transcended the mortal world.

Another theory is that the Hundred Flowers God was not originally from the mortal world, but a beautiful fairy from heaven. The Hundred Flowers Gate loved and respected flowers, and thus received the protection of the Hundred Flowers God.

Legend has it that the leader of the Hundred Flowers Gate can obtain the power of the Hundred Flowers God by praying among a hundred flowers, but this is just a legend and is different from the situation of the Azure Cloud Society.

Bei Wushuang was once the leader of the Azure Cloud Society, and he truly took care of the Azure Cloud Society. However, whether the Hundred Flowers God truly took care of the Hundred Flowers Gate is almost impossible to verify. Some people said that the sect leader did indeed gain power through prayer, but whether it was the power of the Hundred Flowers God is still inconclusive.

Zhang Xiuling prayed devoutly among the flowers, while Fu Lianhong pleaded with her, "Sister Xiuling, let's not waste our time here. We don't even know if the Hundred Flowers God is real or not. All our sect leaders have been scholars, and we've never had a flower cultivator in our sect. What good will it do you to worship the Flower Goddess?"

"It's useful! The wisdom and talent of each sect leader throughout history were bestowed upon them by the Hundred Flowers God!"

"This is something you tell others, how could you fool yourself too? Sister Xiuling, sister—"

After being scolded for a long time, Zhang Xiuling remained silent. Fu Lianhong found it strange; could it be that she had really obtained the power of the Flower Goddess?

A gust of cold wind blew by, and a long, crystal-clear strand of hair floated out from Zhang Xiuling's mouth.

She fell asleep, drooling in her sleep.

Fu Lianhong sighed and said, "Alright, get a good night's sleep. Once you're fully awake, you'll know what to do."

Li Qi obtained a batch of Dark Energy Carrier from Shen Jingye; these carriers were materials used to make ropes.

Shen Jingye, his face bandaged, looked at the application form Li Qi had brought up. "So many?"

"Little Shen, there's no point in saying that. We're true friends."

"I just asked casually." Shen Jingye signed the application form with a flourish.

He wasn't worried that Li Qi wouldn't pay back the money, as long as Li Qi followed the proper procedures and there was an explanation in the accounts.

Li Banfeng looked at the gauze on Shen Jingye's face, where dark red bloodstains were still visible in some places. "What happened to your face?"

Shen Jingye laughed and said, "These past two days, I've had a lot of pimples on my face. My wife couldn't resist squeezing them, and now she's hurt my face."

"That's quite a serious injury. Your wife has a pretty hard hand."

Shen Jingye smiled wryly, "She's a good person, but that's just her temper."

Li Banfeng had no interest in listening to his wife's story. He returned to his residence and was about to take the pile of documents back to his Portable Abode when he suddenly felt the Judge's Brush tremble at his waist.

"Is there something you need?" Li Banfeng asked, picking up the Judge's Brush's pen.

"Yes." The Judge's Brush swayed.

"What is it?"

"I forgot."

"No rush, we'll talk about it when we remember."

After retrieving the Dark Energy Carrier from his Portable Abode, Li Banfeng accompanied his Wife in making ropes for over two hours. Suddenly, the Judge's Brush seemed to remember something, approached Li Banfeng, and asked in a very serious tone, "Do I look like a flower to you?"

The room was silent for a second.

A second later, starting with the Wife, everyone in the room burst into laughter.

Only Li Banfeng didn't laugh; he knew the Judge's Brush was getting serious. "Did something come to mind?"

The Judge's Brush was still trying to recall, "I seem to have grown a lot of flowers."

After waking up, Zhang Xiuling was indeed much more awake.

She brought the Hundred Flowers Gate's roster and the Hundred Flowers Seal, and handed both items to He Jiaqing.

He Jiaqing accepted it without hesitation. "Sister Xiuling, don't blame me. I did this for the sake of Hundred Flowers Gate and for the long-term future."

"The brothers are all willing to follow you, and I feel at ease entrusting the gang to you." Zhang Xiuling was telling the truth.

She proposed handing the Hundred Flowers Gate over to He Jiaqing, and none of the hall Hall Master objected.

Fu Lianhong added, "Young Master He, from now on you will be the First Boss of the Hundred Flowers Gate. I will only call you First Boss this once."

From this day forward, my sister and I are leaving the Hundred Flowers Gate; the sect's affairs are no longer our concern.

He Jiaqing felt very regretful. "Sister Xiuling, why bother? I'll just be a figurehead; you'll still be in charge of all the affairs of the sect."

Zhang Xiuling smiled and lowered her head, "Young Master He, there's no need for formalities. At least leave me some face and let's just let this matter rest."

Zhang Xiuling left Hundred Flowers Garden that day, Hundred Flowers Gate officially came under the control of He Jiaqing.

He Jiaqing was not surprised by this outcome. He knew the true nature of the various gangs and that their backers would not easily reveal themselves.

This incident caused another sensation in Pro State, with He Jiaqing making headlines in major newspapers.

He carefully read through each newspaper, and he was very satisfied with the news from each one, except for one newspaper whose writing was a little lacking.

Why has the Hundred Flowers Gate changed hands and sparked so much conflict?

He Jiaqing looked at Shen Rongqing: "Did you write this manuscript?"

Shen Rongqing nodded.

He Jiaqing sighed and said, "Are you angry with me?"

Shen Rongqing lowered her head and said, "How could I dare? The draft was written in too much haste, and the wording is somewhat inappropriate."

He Jiaqing was clearly dissatisfied with this explanation, and the atmosphere became somewhat tense. Duan Shuqun quickly changed the subject. "I heard that Zhang Xiuling is leaving Green Water City in the next few days. Are we still going to continue monitoring her?"

"No need to monitor her anymore," He Jiaqing shook his head and said, "Take care of her."

Shen Rongqing could hardly believe that He Jiaqing had actually said these words: "Zhang Xiuling has already given in."

"I've entrusted the door to you, can't you spare her life?"

He Jiaqing shook his head and said, "As long as she is alive, the people of the Hundred Flowers Gate will never be able to settle down."

Shen Rongqing took a deep breath. "Jiaqing, Zhang Xiuling is the most talented woman in Pro State. You just killed her like this. What will others think of you?"

"It doesn't matter. I'm doing this for Pro State."

Shen Rongqing turned and left, while He Jiaqing sat on the sofa and continued reading the newspaper.

Duan Shuqun sat on the sofa, unsure of what to say. Just then, an accountant came to report on the accounting issues.

Zhang Xiuling wasn't very good at business, and Hundred Flowers Gate's business was chaotic with quite a few problems.

The accountant saved Duan Shuqun: "Jiaqing, let me go take a look at the account books first."

He made an excuse and left, leaving only He Jiaqing and Big Head in the hall.

Big Head didn't feel awkward. He Jiaqing was reading the newspaper, and he followed suit.

After watching for a while, He Jiaqing suddenly spoke up, "That's how it is in Pro State; they only know fear after seeing blood."

He's afraid of you, that's why he's staring at you so intently.

They're afraid of me now, always watching me. Master Kong Fang and the Old Master of Thieves are both afraid of being seen, so they won't come looking for me. Besides that, what benefits do you think I could get?

Big Head couldn't guess, but He Jiaqing laughed, "Deceiving the world and stealing fame, whether it's a real name or a fake name, whether it's a good name or a bad name, the bigger the reputation, the stronger the momentum!"

Big Head didn't know the key to deceiving the world and stealing fame, nor did he understand what it meant for the momentum to grow stronger.

Above the Clouds, each person has their own cultivation method, and only He Jiaqing himself can sense that his cultivation level is increasing by leaps and bounds.

Zhang Xiuling and Fu Lianhong hid in the outer residence and did not dare to show their faces for several days.

Fu Lianhong felt that the storm had passed, so she asked someone to prepare Travel Permit and train tickets, planning to go to the Ink Fragrance Shop to hide for a while. Zhang Xiuling was extremely famous among literati, and He Jiaqing should not dare to do anything reckless in the hometown of literati.

The two didn't dare take a car, so they took their Travel Cultivator Spiritual Object and ran straight to the Train Station.

As they passed through a deep alley, Zhang Xiuling's legs gave way and she suddenly collapsed to the ground. Fu Lianhong bent down to help her up, and when she looked up again, she found He Jiaqing standing in front of them.

When did he arrive?

Fu Lianhong was about to draw his weapon when Zhang Xiuling stopped him.

He Jiaqing said, "Sister Xiuling, I've started a Literary Salon and would like to invite you to come and take a look."

Zhang Xiuling smiled and said, "I have something urgent to attend to, so I really can't go today."

"If the top female talent in Pro State doesn't go, I'm afraid I won't be able to handle this situation."

"I'm not the number one talented woman, that title should go to Rong Qing." Zhang Xiuling shielded Fu Lianhong behind her, gesturing for her to leave quickly.

"There's no first place in literature, but there's a second place in martial arts. How about this, you and Rong Qing have a match tonight, and we'll see who gets the title of the most talented woman!" He Jiaqing glanced at Fu Lianhong behind Zhang Xiuling and pressed his palm down, signaling her not to move. Neither of them could leave.

Fu Lianhong understood the situation and took out a pen from his waist, preparing to use Ink Counting and Line Following.

Among the escape techniques for scholars, the Ink Counting and Line Following" technique is the most useful. Fu Lianhong has a cultivation level of six and uses the "Ink Counting and Line Following " technique very skillfully. She doesn't need to write each character by stroke; she only needs to flick out some ink to transform it into characters that surround He Jiaqing.

But even after she flicked the brush for a long time, not a single drop of ink came out.

Did they forget to refill the ink before leaving?

This calligraphy brush is Fu Lianhong's most important weapon. There is a cavity in the handle to store ink. Fu Lianhong tested its weight and found that there was still at least half a bottle of ink left in the handle.

But the ink wouldn't come off. Fu Lianhong tried several times, and the brush became lighter and lighter, but he still couldn't see a single drop of ink.

Fu Lianhong was getting anxious because she couldn't use her technique, when Zhang Xiuling cut her finger, squeezed out blood, and prepared to use her "one word A Word Worth a Thousand Gold" technique.

This is Zhang Xiuling's specialty technique; words written in blood are extremely powerful. Zhang Xiuling is confident that she can hold off He Jiaqing for a while, giving Fu Lianhong a chance to escape.

With her bleeding fingers tracing the wall, Zhang Xiuling didn't write a single word; the wall remained clean, without a trace of blood.

He Jiaqing stretched out his hand and pointed to the ground, indicating that Zhang Xiuling could move to another place.

Zhang Xiuling's hands were trembling.

She squatted on the ground and wrote with her fingertips, but there was still no blood on the ground.

What exactly happened?

He Jiaqing looked around and said, "Why don't you go somewhere else?"

Zhang Xiuling gritted her teeth and quietly grabbed a handful of sand from the roadside.

She straightened up and asked He Jiaqing, "Why can't you give me a way out?"

He Jiaqing glanced at Zhang Xiuling's right hand and smiled, "Want to write words on the ground with sand? How many words do you want to write? I'll wait for you here."

Fine sand flowed between Zhang Xiuling's fingers; she was indeed writing with sand.

He Jiaqing was too arrogant. He saw through Zhang Xiuling's methods but did not stop her. Zhang Xiuling's fingertips trembled and she wrote the character "knife" on the ground.

Zhang Xiuling flipped her wrist, preparing to use the word "knife" to attack He Jiaqing's face, but how useful could this "word" be?

Ordinary people don't understand Zhang Xiuling's methods, but Fu Lianhong does. This "knife" will shatter in front of He Jiaqing, becoming as fine as sand.

Each grain of sand would turn into a knife. According to Zhang Xiuling's speculation, He Jiaqing, who was surrounded, would have at least twenty seconds to parry the knives, which would give them a chance to escape.

The plan was very clear, but when Zhang Xiuling waved her hand, the character "knife" on the ground failed to fly up.

Where did the character for "knife" go?

Zhang Xiuling looked down and saw that there was no "knife" character on the ground, and she couldn't even see the sand she had just sprinkled.

He Jiaqing rubbed his fingers together, and grains of sand slipped from his fingertips one by one.

He stole the sand.

He stole the sand from the ground right in front of the two of them, and they didn't even notice.

It wasn't just the sand that was stolen. He Jiaqing continued rubbing his fingers, and drops of ink appeared on his fingertips.

This is why Fu Lianhong's brush couldn't produce any ink.

Next came the blood beads, Zhang Xiuling's blood.

Every drop of blood that flowed from her fingertips was stolen by He Jiaqing, which is why Zhang Xiuling could not write on the wall.

Zhang Xiuling is the head of the Hundred Flowers Gate. She has experienced many battles, but at this moment she is very scared. The disparity in strength between the two sides makes her feel breathless.

"Sister Xiuling, come to the salon with me. I'm sincerely inviting you—"

He Jiaqing couldn't help but yawn; perhaps the current battle was just too boring for him.

Zhang Xiuling grabbed Fu Lianhong, turned and ran. She knew she couldn't escape, but her actions were purely instinctive.

He Jiaqing chased after him slowly, his pace very slow.

Zhang Xiuling didn't know He Jiaqing's purpose. In extreme fear, all she knew was to run away with Fu Lianhong.

Call!

A cold wind suddenly arrived, and it started to snow.

As the snowflakes fell, He Jiaqing watched the two women slowly disappear from his sight.

It's snowing already, are we still going to chase it?

A little snow doesn't seem like a big deal, so why do I suddenly not want to chase after it anymore?

Was it because he touched Zhang Xiuling's blood?

He Jiaqing stopped in his tracks, looked at the bloodstains on his fingertips, and then at the snowflakes dancing in the wind.

In this kind of weather, you should wrap yourself in a blanket, curl up in bed, drink a bowl of hot soup, and then get a good night's sleep.

Thinking of this, He Jiaqing yawned again.

Zhang Xiuling wanted to go to the Train Station, but along the way, she saw He Jiaqing's men everywhere.

She took Fu Lianhong and tried to return to the outer residence, but the outer residence had already been burned down.

They wanted to go to the Red Flower Hall, but the hall had already been occupied by He Jiaqing's men.

They found an inn to stay for the night. Big Head quickly found the inn and invited Zhang Xiuling to a salon. Zhang Xiuling had lost a lot of her strength to He Jiaqing and was very weak. Fu Lianhong was injured by He Jiaqing's men and was in a precarious condition.

With nowhere else to go, the two eventually fled to the vicinity of Carefree Dock.

Zhang Xiuling hesitated whether to go in. In her current state, if she went into Carefree Dock, it would be tantamount to bringing trouble to Li Qi and Ma Wu.

But if they didn't enter Carefree Dock, they wouldn't survive the night.

After much deliberation, Zhang Xiuling decided to leave.

She and Li Qi are friends, very good friends.

Even if she was destined to die tonight, she didn't want to drag her friends down with her.

"Lian Hong, I'll take you to the station in a bit. When you see He Jiaqing's men, I'll hold them off. Don't fight them, just run."

"Sister, what are you saying? I've followed you for half my life, if you're leaving, we'll go together!"

"I can't leave, they're coming for me!"

"Then I'll die with you."

These are true sisters!

As snow fell heavily, Zhang Xiuling hugged Fu Lianhong: "Listen to your sister, you must live, you absolutely must live—."

Ma Wu held up an umbrella to shield the two from the snowflakes. "Gentlemen, if you want to live a good life, come with me to Carefree Dock."

Zhang Xiuling looked up at Ma Wu.

Ma Wu laughed and said, "It's not me who invited you, it's Seventh Brother. You can chat slowly when he arrives."

Zhang Xiuling refused to go, Ma Wu frowned. "Carefree Dock is my and Seventh Brother's territory. I can still stop He Jiaqing there. You guys are just wasting your time on the street, which is really dragging me down."

These words made sense. Ma Wu persuaded her a couple more times, and Zhang Xiuling finally agreed, taking Fu Lianhong into Carefree Dock.

Ma Wu first settled the two men in, then called the healer to treat their injuries. Ma Wu wanted to ask Zhang Xiuling about some details, when suddenly the steward Zhang Shuning came to report, "Fifth Master, Young Master He wants to see you."

"They've arrived so quickly!" Ma Wu straightened his clothes and followed the steward to the small round hall.

He Jiaqing, holding a wine glass, greeted Ma Wu: "Jun Yang, it's been a long time since I've been to Carefree Dock for a drink." Ma Wu smiled, "You didn't come here much before either. I remember coming once when it opened and once before I went to study in Outer State. That's all."

"Just twice? That can't be right. Among our peers, we're the closest of friends. I definitely have to take care of your business."

"We're best friends, aren't we?" Ma Wu thought carefully for a moment. "What about Lu Xiaolan?"

He Jiaqing frowned. Judging from his expression, he seemed to care a lot about Ma Wu's joke, but in reality, he cared about the button on his chest.

The button kept ringing, but he couldn't answer it.

The two chatted and laughed for a while, and then He Jiaqing handed a cigarette to Ma Wu: "Zhang Xiuling, are you here?"

"Here." Ma Wu took the cigarette and lit it.

"I'd like to invite her to visit me. I've hosted a Literary Salon, and Shen Rongqing is already here. If I invite her over too, then the two most talented women in Pro State will be together."

Ma Wu poured He Jiaqing a glass of wine. "It's a rare opportunity for two such talented women to get together!"

He Jiaqing took the wine glass. "That's right, Shen Rongqing has been waiting for ages. Why don't you bring Zhang Xiuling and come sit with me?"

"What a coincidence! I'm about to host a Song Festival. Jiang Mengting is ready, and Zhang Xiuling is ready too. If you invite Shen Rongqing as well, Song Queen singers will be here."

He Jiaqing took a large gulp of his wine, his tone no longer so amiable. "Jun Yang, you should know about my dealings with the Hundred Flowers Gate, right?"

Ma Wu shook his head. "I've been in Singapore lately, so I haven't really been paying attention to anything else."

"If you say you don't know, I'll tell you right now: I'm taking Zhang Xiuling away, and no one can stop me today."

"That depends on whether they want to leave or not. We're all civilized people; if they don't want to go, you can't just kidnap them, can you?"

"A refined person?" He Jiaqing downed his glass of wine. "From the moment I stepped through this door, I've remained very refined."

I've given you plenty of face, and now, with all sincerity, to say something less than polite, could you please not be so ungrateful?

Ma Wu also drank the wine in his cup. "Since you're so sincere, I'll also speak from the heart. This is Carefree Dock."

Who the hell do you think you are, daring to act so arrogantly here?

The two sat facing each other, smiling, but their eyes held a cold glint.

Feng Daiku stood guard at the door, ready to make a move at any moment.

He Jiaqing put down his wine glass and casually touched the button on his chest. Before doing so, he wanted to know who was in such a hurry to contact him.

"Jiaqing, the shipment we sent to Outer State was intercepted by the Guanfang Hall at Three Heads Junction. They just sent some people Guanfang Hall."

They said our goods were wrong and they were going to shut down our store.

He Jiaqing raised his hand, ending the communication.

He picked up the bottle and poured Ma Wu another glass. "You've had too much to drink, and you've said things too hastily. Don't take it to heart."

Ma Wu smiled and said, "We've known each other for so many years, why would we hold a grudge?"

After finishing his drink, He Jiaqing left Carefree Dock.

Big Head waited outside the door and asked in a low voice, "Where's Zhang Xiuling?"

"We can't take it with us," He Jiaqing sighed. "There's nothing we can do; they've got us by the throat."

In the Waltz Hall, Ma Wu drank a glass of ice water and calmed down for a long time.

Feng Daiku wiped the sweat from his brow and asked, "Are you scared now?"

Ma Wu shook his head and said, "You're right outside the door, what do I have to be afraid of?"

"I'm scared," Feng Daiku, pulling a thread from the air. "Most of the love threads I placed in the house were stolen by He Jiaqing. His cultivation level is probably above mine. If we really fight, I might not be able to beat him."

"There won't be a fight. Seventh Brother said he's made arrangements, but I don't know what those arrangements are." Ma Wu poured himself another glass of ice water and drank it down in one gulp.

Li Banfeng was on his way to Green Water City, walking and talking with Judge's Brush: "You mean, you lent a portion of your power to Zhang Xiuling, and that power isn't actually with you anymore?"

"Um!"

Li Banfeng fell into deep thought, twirling the Judge's Brush several times. The Judge's Brush, displeased, said, "Don't spin it, it'll make you dizzy!"

"But I really can't understand it. If your power isn't in yourself, where else could it be?"

"The heavens." After saying these two words, Judge's Brush didn't want to answer Li Banfeng's question anymore, so he crawled into Li Banfeng's sleeve and fell asleep.

P. S.: To be honest, our A'Bi's appearance is also very captivating!