Chapter 64: Doubao Gets a New Name

Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and Li Qingyun rose early. Today, she planned to make several baskets of sticky bean buns as festival gifts to distribute among her neighbors. After spending some time in the village, she had grown acquainted with a few families. While she couldn’t afford to send mooncakes for the holiday, a few sticky bean buns would at least express her goodwill.

There wasn’t time to prepare breakfast, so she made do with milk, eggs, and some leftover steamed buns from yesterday. After finishing her meal, Gu Tingzhou took Dabao to the Cheng family, and she began making sticky bean buns with Pan Di.

They intended to make two kinds of sticky bean buns today.

This was kindness that was mature and considerate—not burdensome, only bringing comfort.

“Wu Chou, is it just the two of us novice monks cleaning the entire Prajna Hall every day?” Wu Dan, his face innocent and hesitant, asked nervously.

At twenty-six years of age, he had willingly attracted evil spirits to possess him. His body mutated, and after devouring several disciples, he escaped. He secretly returned to the Apothecary Court seeking Zhenxing, but was suppressed by Xuanhuo.

This youth’s legs were both broken. The left leg was better off, merely displaced and fractured. After proper realignment and immobilization, it would recover well enough in time.

Zhang Long exhaled gently. Both had bathed before their meal, so when the mood was right after eating and drinking, there would be no need for a buffer—they could plunge straight into passion.

After a while, Liang Xue was dragged to the table by her mother for dinner. But Zhang Long had other conversations to catch up on, especially with Qian Caiying, who was traveling in Australia, endlessly chatting on WeChat and showing off.

But unlike before, the people passing by seemed to look at Hugo with peculiar expressions.

Xu Fu focused on training his movement techniques, carrying a boulder weighing ten thousand pounds, rampaging through the wilds of the Luojia Mountains.

Lei Dongduo now appeared to be in his fifties, which was the golden age for a chef, right at his professional peak.

Yan Jun felt the deerskin growing tighter and tighter, as if it were part of his own flesh, binding him so tightly he was forced to drop to all fours.

But this wasn’t the twenty-first century; there was no such thing as real estate, nor were there exorbitantly priced apartments that ordinary people could never hope to buy in their lifetimes.

Moreover, Mao Mao’s spirits had improved greatly, now looking indistinguishable from any normal person.

Only Cheng Feng knew clearly that his goal had been achieved—at last, the time had come to take Zhou Yang’s life in a single stroke. Yet before that, he himself would have to be dealt with by Pound.

“This matter has nothing to do with your team. I don’t advise you to learn too much. Since you’re a demon as well, and it seems you specialize in claw techniques, let’s have some fun, then.” Yan Hanshui snorted and strode outside.

The River of Rock was shrouded in black mist; bubbles rose ceaselessly from the rolling waters, and the stones around the lava flow had been baked by constant high heat until they glowed red through a layer of black.

Meanwhile, Qin Tian, after leaving the secret chamber, fought his way to the main hall, bringing back Chief Steward Li, whose fate was still uncertain. Checking his breath, Qin found a faint trace of life, but it was weak as gossamer. Seeing the deathly pale elder in his hands, he knew the situation was dire.

Observing the cultivators on Lake Dai listening attentively, Uncle Xian Tai felt immensely proud—his reputation had been restored.

Upon hearing Feng Qing’s words, both the Heshi Jade and Da’er nodded, their resolve firmed.

He looked to be in his forties, with a dignified face, brown long hair, a full beard, draped in a black coat. On his hand adorned with a gold ring, he held a premium cigar, his presence no less imposing than that of the Black Dragon.

As for other top-tier outliers, particularly those skilled in tracking and detection, escaping in their presence was pointless—they would trace your movements and hunt you down.

“My men have all withdrawn. If Brother Gao wishes to take over here, go ahead. Soon enough, you’ll abandon it. I have more important matters to attend to—I won’t keep you company!” With that, Chen Kun spurred his horse and prepared to leave.