The Way of Spiritual Journey

Chapter 70, The Old Man Offers a Melon

"Since it's impossible, why would that person still take such a desperate gamble by kidnapping Miss? Does he have some other plan?" Rou'er couldn't understand.

"I could sense that the man was nearing the end of his life, perhaps wanting to make a final stand before he died," Nalan Mingyue said, her expression turning slightly somber.

"Why is Miss's life so miserable!" Rou'er gently held Nalan Mingyue's hand, her heart aching so much that she almost burst into tears.

"I used to think so too, but after this night, things might change. This real playboy could very well change our lives. I have a feeling he's our lucky star."

Nalan Mingyue gently shook her head. When she talked about Li Lang, a knowing smile naturally appeared on her face, and her eyes revealed a hopeful light.

It must be said that the Spirit Body is miraculous, and the ability to sense things is just one aspect of its wonder.

"Rou'er, you did a great job not to return to Qifeng Tower. This is the best time for us to break free from the shackles of fate," Nalan Mingyue continued.

"Really?" Rou'er's eyes began to light up with anticipation.

"Yes, there will definitely be a result after dawn. What seems like an insurmountable task to us may be a piece of cake for a spiritualist," Nalan Mingyue affirmed.

The sky was just beginning to brighten.

After working all night, Li Lang was really hungry.

At the end of Fengming Street, there is a breakfast stall. The stall is simple and only sells two kinds of food: millet porridge, which is good for the stomach; and large meat buns, which are filling.

It has to be said that this old man who sets up a stall has a good business sense.

What kind of place is Fengming Street? It's a place of extravagance and debauchery, where only the wealthy and powerful can afford to patronize. Leaving aside the fact that they're used to eating delicacies every day, many risk their lives in the fierce battles that rage on that night—after all, it's pure physical labor.

However, men can be arrogant anywhere, but not on the bed. Even the most delicate and fragile woman can easily defeat a strong and muscular man.

Li Lang was in a state similar to that of a defeated young master, plopping down on a bench and weakly calling out, "Bring me steamed buns."

"Alright!" the old man replied loudly, his voice surprisingly strong.

The millet porridge was piping hot, and the meat buns were oozing with oil. After taking a bite, Li Lang exclaimed with delight.

"Hehe, it's good to be young, you can do all sorts of things." The old man glanced at Li Lang and grinned.

Li Lang was taken aback, his face full of confusion. Who was this person talking about?

"Brother Lang, I hate you. You deceived our feelings, do you know that?" At this moment, a resentful voice came from behind.

Li Lang was startled and quickly turned around to look, only to be even more shocked.

The Crouching Dragon and the Young Phoenix, the Four Heroes of Langshan, Zhu Shi and Wang, and everyone else were present.

These people looked like they had suffered a defeat last night. They sat there listlessly, like roosters that had lost a fight, and all of them looked at Li Lang like resentful women.

They must have been fighting all night, and now, exhausted, they came out and immediately saw Li Lang leisurely sitting there eating breakfast. So they quietly surrounded him, and the Crouching Dragon and the Phoenix Chick were especially up to no good, ready to make fun of Li Lang.

But who is Li Lang? He's someone who's been around since the age of jokes and memes, and he's always the one making fun of others.

So, will Li Lang be able to grant them their wish?

The answer is no.

"Hey, you've grown up now, haven't you? Did you get your lucky red envelope yet?" Seeing everyone's expressions, Li Lang couldn't help but laugh and teased them.

Upon hearing this, both Zhuge Liang and Feng Chu were taken aback, then exchanged a glance, neither able to glean an answer from the other's eyes.

The two turned to look at the four heroes, who were all bewildered.

"No? Isn't this bullying?" Li Lang frowned and looked at Zhu Shi Wang and the other two.

The three looked at each other, as if asking, "Is that true?"

At this moment, Li Lang finished a bowl of millet porridge and two meat buns. He took out a hundred-tael silver note and handed it to the old man selling goods. "The taste is good. Keep the change. I'll keep it for next time."

The old man took the silver note, his hands trembling. This was the real reason he set up his stall there; throughout the year, he would always bump into a few rich fools.

"Sigh, it's so inconvenient not having any change. If I just throw around banknotes like this, won't people think I'm a fool?" Li Lang couldn't help but complain in his heart, even though he enjoyed the feeling of spending money.

Li Lang actually underestimated his own image. One hundred taels of silver was a huge sum of money, so huge that even the old man dared not imagine it.

In the old man's mind, a tip of one or two taels of silver was enough to earn him the title of "idiot." Li Lang, on the other hand, was practically a hundred idiots in one.

"Young master, you are too kind. You can come and eat here for the rest of your life." The old man was so excited that he was almost incoherent.

"Hehe, no way." Li Lang smiled slightly, actually enjoying the feeling of being appreciated. He then asked, "You're a senior here, you should know the rules I just mentioned, right?"

"Young master is right, this rule applies everywhere." The old man nodded in agreement without the slightest hesitation.

Just kidding. For the sake of the huge reward, no matter how different the industry, we have to put on a good show. Even if professional judges come, they won't be able to find any fault with it.

Therefore, whether a play is performed well or not depends on whether there is enough money; conversely, whether one earns enough money can directly affect whether a play can be performed well. These two are interconnected.

"You didn't get any red envelopes? That shouldn't be the case. I was here when I was young, and I didn't know any better. But after someone gave me some pointers, I went back and fought my way back to get them. Just kidding, I won't take away a single penny of what's rightfully mine."

The old man started to add drama, his expression both natural and indignant, making anyone who saw it feel that they couldn't swallow this injustice.

Upon hearing this, Zhuge Liang and Feng Chu immediately stood up, followed by the Four Heroes of Langshan. Without looking back, they walked back towards Fengming Street.

Zhu, Shi, and Wang looked at each other again, unsure of what to do, because they really had nothing to do with this.

Watching the six men's angry backs, Li Lang burst into laughter, his whole body trembling uncontrollably. This money was well spent!

"You little punks, you think you can mess with me? Just you wait and see, you'll get what's coming to you." Li Lang gave the old man a thumbs up, then got up and left without looking back.

Zhu, Shi, and Wang then got up. Instead of leaving with Li Lang, they turned and headed towards Fengming Street, feeling that there was some big gossip to be had at the Cloud Pavilion today.

The three walked leisurely, knowing that this matter couldn't be rushed. If they went too early, the melon might not be ripe and wouldn't taste good.

"Li Lang, I'm not finished with you!" Sure enough, Wolong, Fengchu, and the others were being chased out with brooms. Wolong, his face flushed, roared to the sky.