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Chapter 681: Chapter 67 Muni’s Feast (Conclusion) Chapter 681: Chapter 67 Muni’s Feast (Conclusion) Twelve hours earlier.

“Even if Muni and Se Kong separate to act, Mr. Zhao, you just mentioned the need for a decoy, but who’s the hook? You’re dealing with Se Kong, but who else can handle Muni, this huge shark?”

Yu Shiqie asked.

“I’ve brought quite a few friends with me this time, and they can help. Regarding the hook…”

Zhao Jianzhong looked at Zhao Xin.

“Me?”

Zhao Xin pointed to herself.

“And the Heavenly Yi Noble.”

Pausing for a moment, Zhao Jianzhong added, “In the Yang World, you wouldn’t stand a chance against him, but in the Feng Shui Realm, it’s a different story. As long as you drag Muni into the Feng Shui Realm, there’s a possibility to kill him.”

Yu Shiqie frowned slightly; she indeed hadn’t considered this possibility before.

“That’s easier said than done, isn’t an Illusion Realm enough?”

Zhao Jianzhong shook his head: “The so-called Illusion Realm was originally created by Wuwei Sanzang to provide a place for Proxy Travelers to resolve disputes in the real world without affecting too wide an area. Later, it merged with Yan Fu, giving rise to many novel inventions. But in the end, it’s the same principle. It just happens to connect the fruit’s Yang World and the Feng Shui Realm. This kind of Yan Fu supernatural power inherited from the Buddhist Sect doesn’t work on Muni. The Heavenly Yi Noble is different, Ye Shiru is favored by the fruit and naturally can communicate between the Yang World and the Feng Shui Realm. Just as he can bring Feng Shui anomalies into the real world, I’ve consulted with some friends who have made significant achievements in Feng Shui Skill, and we finally settled on this plan.”

Yu Shiqie narrowed her eyes: “I’ll find a way to make her obey.”

“How do you plan to do that?”

Zhao Jianzhong inquired.

Yu Shiqie was momentarily startled, then she carefully chose her words to reply: “Just before Jiang Sihai died, he tried to kill her to accompany him in death. Although she was unconscious, with Heavenly Yi’s intelligence, she could guess a lot of it. Ye Shiru was born in Da’ao Village. When she was four years old, in order to adopt her, Jiang Sihai killed her mother through sorcery. Her father was a drug addict with no moral bottom line. Ye Shiru suffered a lot with her father. After that, Jiang Sihai designed several heart-wrenching plays and obtained custody of Ye Shiru. Of course, she greatly admired Jiang Sihai, her adoptive father. I estimate this time, the impact on her psyche is not light. Now, the only relative she cares about is her grandmother living in the ancestral home in Da’ao Village. Even for her sake, Ye Shiru should help us with this favor.”

Zhao Jianzhong fell silent for a while: “If it can be so, it would be best.”

Yu Shiqie nodded in understanding.

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Twelve hours later

Da’ao Village

Zhao Xin pursed her lips, looking down at the Taixu Compass in her hand. The mirror at the center suddenly revealed Muni’s face!

Before she could catch her breath, Wan Die anxiously sent her a message.

“How did you get Ren Ni, Li Yan, and the others involved? What should we do now?”

Wan Die was deeply worried. According to Zhao Jianzhong, if they could only get Muni alone to escape into the Feng Shui Realm, everyone’s mission would be considered a success. But now, Li Yan, Ren Ni, and the dying Yang Zheng were all dragged into the Feng Shui Realm, which was beyond their initial expectations.

“What do you think Sifan is? That was the best opportunity just now. If we hesitated any longer, none of us would have survived! If the Yan Zhao Club asks, I’ll take full responsibility.”

Zhao Xin’s tone was firm and decisive.

Wan Die was stunned, as she had known Zhao Xin for quite some time, but this was the first time she had seen this side of her.

After thinking a bit, she still disagreed: “That was an unforeseen situation; we should immediately inform Mr. Zhao.”

Zhao Xin agreed: “I’ll call him right now.”

“Wealthy!”

Wenle threw a card into the pile, while Zhao Jianzhong calmly drew a card. Suddenly, the cell phone at the table rang.

Se Kong squinted his eyes, making a listening gesture.

“Hello?”

“Mr. Zhao, the fish took the bait, but the bait didn’t escape, and three others were dragged in. What do we do now? Should we immediately call for Mr. Zhang Pu and the others to take action?”

Zhao Jianzhong glanced at the card he had drawn; it was still a Wealthy, which he squeezed in his hand for quite a long time, unwilling to play.

“Mr. Zhao?”

Zhao Xin pressed.

“Hey, Zhao, are you going to play or not?”

Se Kong complained discontentedly.

Zhao Jianzhong ignored them, holding onto the Wealthy without letting go, his hand showing a waiting set of three “sixes” and “fours” with a single “five” of ten-thousand making the winning hand.

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“Don’t be in such a hurry, have some consideration for the elderly,”

Li Yan said while the cards for making a fortune and the 60,000 constantly swapped places in his hands.

“Mr. Zhao, in the game of cards, you have to give to get,”

Wenle said, also smiling cheerily.

Li Yan glanced at him and responded with a laugh, “Young people should look to the long term.”

He broke up a set, keeping the fortune card and discarding the 60,000, while speaking into the phone, “Twenty minutes, tell Zhongshan to start baiting first.”

After that, he hung up the phone.

A round of cards passed and Li Yan drew another fortune card, so he played the 40,000.

“Kong.”

Wenle suddenly shouted, then played a 50,000 card.

“Mr. Zhao, do you want this one?”

Li Yan did not speak, simply drawing another card to himself.

“You’re passing on this too, huh? I thought Mr. Zhao, you were always playing the pieces and sticks, I thought you were going for a lone five bamboos.”

Li Yan continued to draw cards, silently smiling at Wenle, who suddenly stiffened with a forced smile on his face, “Mr. Zhao isn’t aiming for a self-drawn win, is he?”

After a long while, Li Yan shook his head, “That’s not it.”

With that, he played a white dragon tile.

Wenle sighed in relief, saying with a laugh, “I’ve always said, you have to be willing to part with something.”

“Fortune.”

Se Kong suddenly played a tile.

Wenle turned his head to look at him, his expression indescribable.

“Why are you looking at me? If you can play fortune, why can’t I?”

Se Kong retorted with a glare.

“Win, mixed one suit. Three fan.”

Li Yan laid down his hand.

A special scoreboard for tallying the game points at the corner of the table began to rapidly slide numbers, with 200 game points as the base bet, tripled by three fans, the final result was 1,600.

Wenle rubbed his face in speechless frustration.

Se Kong’s eyes bulged, and after a long while he tugged on Wenle’s sleeve and asked, “Hey, how did you know he was going to win with a fortune?”

Wenle could only force a smile, his face contorted, “It’s all about experience, with your smarts, you’ll understand after a few more games.”

“Oh.”

Li Yan stared at the fortune tile on the table, his eyes unfathomably deep.

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The auction under the skyscraper was very lively, with Ren Yi in a suit and shoes cradling a case of ancient manuscripts.

“This handwritten Qingwu Preface has been won by Lord Shaw for 3.6 million, calculated based on this afternoon’s international gold circulation price. Congratulations to Lord Shaw.”

Upstairs in the hall, about a dozen men in black cloaks sat, and among them in the very front was Zhang Pu, who had once encountered Li Yan.

“Ah, this book has accompanied me for more than a decade. My former teacher passed away, leaving only this scroll of Qingwu Preface to me. Now everything has changed, I truly cannot help but sigh.”

Zhang Pu stroked his beard and sighed.

Behind him, a middle-aged scholar with a clean-shaven face and no beard bowed his hands, “I didn’t expect this book to hold such significance for Brother Zhongshan. I…”

“Wen Jun, don’t listen to his nonsense; he’s sold this handwritten copy at least six times. The Qingwu Preface you have was snatched away by White Ape in the early Ming Dynasty, and since then it has vanished. His teacher Jiang Dahong, who claimed to be an earthly immortal, was proud and arrogant, always insisting on verbal instruction and the first criterion for taking a disciple was the ability to recite the Dragon Shaking Scripture from memory just once. If he were to impart his teachings before death, he certainly wouldn’t leave a book.”

A quick-tempered older man behind the middle-aged scholar couldn’t help but speak out and debunk the claim.

“Gentlemen,” Ren Yi walked over lightly. “It’s about time.”

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