Three Lifetimes of Fortune

Everyone in City No. 7 knew that Lanting Courtyard was Chen Yu's residence, and that he spent all day painting within that little courtyard.

Everyone also knew that, thanks to the Purple Orchid Star, Chen Yu's branch had steadily produced generation after generation of demigods. Their status had always stood above even that of the clan head.

To Chen Yu, the Chen clan head was more like his Head Butler.

Chen painters needed to paint without distraction, so someone was needed to handle the miscellaneous affairs.

At this moment, a middle-aged man in white linen stepped out of a Shadow Gate and calmly regarded the pair of stone lions at the entrance to Lanting Courtyard.

Inside the courtyard, Chen Yu, who had been painting Gandharva, suddenly paused. Drawn by the shift in aura, the demigod looked up toward the outside.

Chen Yu set down his brush and entered the courtyard. Through the open gate, he looked at the middle-aged man outside.

The Chen demigod smiled gently. "So Shadow's Shadow Gate has fallen into your hands, Brother Qing Ji. Since you're here, come in and sit for a while."

Qing Ji stepped over the threshold. Chen Yu smiled. "Brother Qing Ji, how many years has it been since we parted in the wilderness? Even now, I still admire the imposing spirit you showed when you wrestled tigers and strangled bears."

The Great Demon Qing Ji was a renowned Martial Arts Enthusiast of the Qing clan. It was said that he had been born with immense strength, capable of pouncing on tigers barehanded even before he began cultivating as a youth.

Yet Qing Ji, dressed in white linen, had no intention of exchanging pleasantries with Chen Yu. He merely said evenly, "We detected unusual movements from the Chen Clan Rocket Army. Where