Beginning with the Ubume Bird
Chapter 626 - Chapter 626 Chapter 12 Interlude

Chapter 626: Chapter 12 Interlude Chapter 626: Chapter 12 Interlude “You’re unwilling to cooperate with me, and I don’t blame you, just as long as you transfer the destiny on Vivian’s body onto mine, I won’t stop you from doing whatever you want.”

“Heavenly Yi is an imperial command, elder brother, China has been without an emperor for eighty years.”

Qian Wu stared at Vivian, “Young lady, benevolent spirits are the most noble, ten thousand evils retreat in their presence, and a hundred demons dare not invade. To acknowledge this kind of man as your godfather is to belittle yourself.”

This statement was nearly akin to cursing someone to their face, yet Xue Wenhai did not get angry and only offered a faint smile.

“My godfather has been very good to me, and I’ve always wanted to repay him. Uncle Wu, my fate is my own, there’s nothing demeaning about it.”

Vivian said lightly.

“Wuyuan, if you are willing to help me this time, everything will be most auspicious, and as brothers of the same Master, we can discuss anything. Do you think I cannot see that you carry the destiny of the Taiji Noble? You are clearly born under the Hua Gai fate, where did you get the destiny of the Taiji Noble?”

“What one wishes for, one will see. I’ll take my leave.”

Qian Wu turned to leave, but the door was blocked by two men dressed in suits with a chilly demeanor.

One of them reached for Qian Wu’s shoulder, but as soon as he touched Mr. Wu, a peculiar noise like silk being torn emanated from his chest. His body deflated like a punctured balloon, leaving behind only a suit and a red talisman paper.

“Junior brother, even if you don’t help me, I will sooner or later obtain what I want. The Master said I have a narrow mind, unable to tolerate others’ refusals, but I will definitely repay any kindness. Consider it carefully.”

Qian Wu turned around, “Although Heavenly Yi is exalted beyond expression, it is not unbeatable by fate. Didn’t the Great Qing Dynasty also fall at the hands of Sun Yixian and Yuan Weiting? Elder brother, I will say it once more, persistent wrongdoing will surely lead to self-destruction.”

With that, he walked out the door, and this time Xue Wenhai did not stop him.

“Sun Yixian, Yuan Weiting…”

Xue Wenhai put down his chopsticks, deep in thought for a long time.

Both of these individuals were historical figures, one the father of the Republic, the other a would-be restorer of the monarchy; neither of them had an emperor’s destiny, yet they ended the last feudal dynasty of the Central Plains.

According to the judgment of the Four Pillars Divine Fiend, the destinies of both men were not much different: The so-called celestial Sanqi Jia, Wu, Geng are the sources of origin and change; the terrestrial Sanqi Yi, Bing, Ding are for gathering and storing; and the human Sanqi Gui, Ren, Xin are for growth and sublimation.

With extraordinary breadth of mind and intense curiosity, they emerged like characters from another world. A fate that could be utmost Fierce or most fortunate.

Sanqi Noble.

“Does Hong Kong really have a Sanqi Noble?”

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“ROUND 1, FIGHT!”

“Soar! Hey ya! Hey ya!”

The character on the screen, wearing a gourd on his waist reminiscent of Jackie Chan’s look in “Drunken Master,” grabbed his opponent, sprayed alcohol in the opponent’s face, vaulted up for a kick, squatted for a side kick, then bent to go for the opponent’s throat. A beautifully executed combo directly depleted the opponent’s health bar.

“chengfu won!”

“I can’t beat you, I can’t. Let’s rest for a bit.”

Li Yan set down the controller.

Grinning, Ren Ni rubbed his palms together, “Actually, Brother Dayan, you’re already very good. Others might not necessarily be your match.”

The attendant Ren Yi glanced upstairs and couldn’t help but yawn.

As previously agreed, for the first twelve days, Li Yan and Ren Ni were to guard the auction items together, and the two quickly became well-acquainted.

Putting aside the fact that Feng Yi once impersonated Ren Ni’s appearance, Li Yan, having interacted with him, could tell Ren Ni was a simple-hearted young man without much cunning, commonly referred to as a gaming homebody. However, Li Yan had yet to see what made Ren Ni exceptional enough to be included in the special talent list of the Yan Zhao Club.

Those on the special talent list, if punished with the retention of a fruit, the Yan Zhao Club would find ways to rescue them, and the tasks assigned were usually low in difficulty, even accompanied by high-ranking members.

Just this time alone, leaving out Zhao Jianzhong who hadn’t shown up, both Yu Shiqie and Yang Zheng were first-rate figures within the Yan Zhao Club. In terms of guardianship of the auction items, Li Yan and Jin Ye were both Proxy Travelers, especially Li Yan, who was at least nominally second in seniority, and it wasn’t an overstatement to call him one of the high-ranking members of the Yan Zhao Club.

If Ren Ni didn’t have outstanding value, he wouldn’t receive such attention.

All the auction items from Zhongxing Baode this time were sealed in boxes and stored in the warehouse on the first floor of the office building. Aside from Li Yan and Ren Ni, there were eight armed guards rotating to stand guard, ensuring absolute security.

“Speaking of which, what exactly is Mr. Zhao up to with his gourd, saying it’s for recycling fruit kernels, yet having us fuss over setting up an auction,” said one guard.

“I’m not sure either. Oh, by the way, Ren Ni, when did you enter Yan Fu?” asked another.

“A little over three years,” replied Ren Ni.

“So a bit longer than me,” commented the other.

As they chatted, a continuous stretch of dark clouds swept over the entire building.

The howling wind blew open the windows, and the armed guards in the corridor unconsciously turned their heads to see a ghastly ghost fire hovering in the air, with a paper effigy, pale-faced with red cheeks, slowly drifting towards the window, holding a white mourning stick in its hand.

Several guards rubbed their eyes instinctively, and when they opened them again, that paper figure had already drifted into the corridor, only a few steps away from the guards.

Alarmed, the guards raised their guns to shoot, but their heads were lightly tapped by the mourning stick, and they lost consciousness, collapsing to the ground.

A sneaky figure climbed through the window, saw the guards lying on the ground, and noticing no one else around, stealthily slipped into the storage room where the auction items were kept.

As soon as he entered, a burst of golden light descended upon him. The thief instinctively sacrificed the paper figure, which clashed with the golden light, both falling to the floor – it turned out to be a paper-mache gold ingot.

He looked up to find a woman with a graceful figure, wrapping her face in a mask.

At the first-floor reception, the receptionist with the badge Ren Yi was absorbed in flipping through a Japanese and Korean idol magazine, seemingly oblivious to everything else.

“Shuaizhong, you’re looking for death, coming here to steal? The Master will surely kill you if he finds out!”, the masked woman whispered fiercely.

The two faced-off against each other, creating a rather awkward atmosphere.

“Sis, why should the people from Zhongxing Baode bring these antiques to Hong Kong for a simple flaunt, make us pay for them, and then donate them back to the mainland? It’s like willingly giving them money. I don’t think the people from the Fateful Encounter Club are very bright. We don’t need to follow along.”

“It’s not your place to make decisions about family matters. Do you realize the magnitude of the disaster you’ve caused? I don’t even know how to clean up this mess for you. Come with me, now.”

“I’ve already knocked out the guards; the trouble’s already brewed. Hasn’t The Master always been longing for the Qingwu Preface? I bet I could get it for him now for less than twenty million,” the man retorted stubbornly.

“Fine,” said the masked woman, taking a deep breath with her chest heaving. “If I don’t wake you up today, you’ll suffer a huge loss sooner or later out there.”

“There’s no need to worry about suffering a loss; what’s likely is ending up in jail.”

Li Yan, who should have been on the second floor chatting with Ren Ni, appeared from nowhere with a chair, straddled it magnanimously right at the entrance of the warehouse.

“If you want to discipline someone, do it at home; throwing a fit at someone else’s doorstep isn’t proper manners. And folks, stealing leads to jail time.”