Fishing the Myriad Heavens Chapter 93

Zhou Qiang rubbed his belly with a contented sigh.

"It seems that the more quirky and weird rules a restaurant has, the more formidable the food is." The girl beside him tilted her head slightly as she remarked.

"Oh? That kind of makes sense..." the other girl also nodded her head in enlightenment.

Chen Bozhong produced a toothpick from somewhere and was picking at his teeth nonchalantly. "Yes, it is indeed pretty good. But this road is really a little too hard to walk... it'll be good if a proper road is built outside so that we can drive up here directly."

"You're dreaming! This boss is such a money grubber; even an unpaved road wide enough for cars would cost a few tens of thousands yuan. Do you think this boss would be willing to take out such an amount?" Zhou Qiang was rather antagonistic towards Bei Feng because of the wine incident, and did not miss the chance to badmouth him as he retorted.

"Forget it, forget it, whether or not we can secure a table for the next round is uncertain. There's no point in talking about all this now. Let's go!"

Zhou Qiang shook his head. These guys were talking as if they would be able to come here whenever they wished to once a road was built.

As far as he was concerned, the trip today had not been made in vain. Although it was regretful that he had not managed to taste the wine, the deliciousness of the food was sufficient to mend his wounded spirit.

"D*mn! It's all been wiped clean?"

Mystic Two was completely speechless as he came in to collect the dishes.

The dishes on Zhou Qiang's group's table were sparkling clean, as though it was licked clean by a coordinated group of zombies. Even the sauce and soup were gone, poured onto the rice and eaten together.

Although he complained internally for a moment, Mystic Two still brought the dishes to the kitchen and washed it obediently. Mystic Three had cleverly disappeared into the toilet some time ago and was apparently still sitting on the toilet bowl with a particularly bad case of constipation. In the end, Mystic Two was ordered by Bei Feng to do the cleaning up.

"Shwoosh! Shwoosh!"

Bei Feng stood under the Banyan tree, practicing the movements of Minor Illumination Breathing Technique. His every move carried with it a sharp, whizzing sound.

"When will we ever reach boss's level?" Mystic Two sighed heavily as he turned around. But even as he made to leave, he noticed a gaze filled with ill intentions locked onto him. With a slight shiver, he turned to look at Bai Xiang, "W-what are you looking at me like that for?"

"Crack, crack!"

Bai Xiang cracked his knuckles loudly as he walked towards Mystic Two, causing the latter to shrink back like a small prey before a tiger. From Mystic Two's point of view, Bai Xiang was simply a ferocious beast advancing on him! "It's simple, if you can beat me, you won't be far from boss's level..."

"Ah! Don't! Ah!"

The yard was filled with the dull thuds of fists meeting flesh and the miserable cries of Mystic Two.

"Serves him right!"

Mystic One and Mystic Three looked at each other and chuckled coldly as they turned a deaf ear to Mystic Two's cries of distress.

An entire afternoon passed like that, and Bei Feng began preparing dinner after a quick shower.

Mystic Three walked dazedly down Qing Ling Village to receive the guests. This time, he had actually not been coerced by Mystic Two. Rather, he had gotten such a savage beating that even the ground felt strangely far away from his feet, and he felt like he was floating as he walked.

"Wow! What a cute little girl!"

"Eh? It's really exactly the same as the picture!"

A man with a face full of acne stooped down and beckoned at Mystic One. "Come here little sister, this big bro has some candy for you."

"Get the hell to the side; look at your toady face with the disgusting pimples. You'll scare our little friend away! Come to elder sister's side, elder sister also has some sweets for you!"

"Bullsh*t! I'm already 30 plus years old. How can I still have pimples?!"

Ma Hui tried to argue with reason as he pointed at the girl beside him.

"Who knows? Maybe your second spring is here?" The girl chuckled coldly as she remarked in a sarcastic tone.

"Haha!"

Even Ma Hui's friends were unable to refrain from guffawing in laughter as they looked at Ma Hui with strange gazes.

"Hmph! Women and base men are the most difficult people to get along with!"

Ma Hui was unable to beat the sharp-tongued girl and huffily threw out a wise-sounding sentence before marching off indignantly.

Leng Shuangtong revealed a smug smile as she watched the pimplish pervert walk off. 'Trying to fight with me with only such skills?!'

Ignoring the man, she turned back around to face Mystic One with a radiant smile on her face. "Little girl, big sis has a lot of nice sweets; do you want to try some?"

Leng Shuangtong resembled the big bad wolf who was trying to hoax little red riding hood to open to door.

Mystic One walked up innocently and received the sweets from Leng Shuangtong's hands. But before she could pat Mystic One on the head, a small hand had appeared on her head, stroking her hair.

"Be good okay? Here's a sweet for you."

Leng Shaungtong who was half kneeling on the ground had a stiff expression on her face. A single candy remained on her outstretched hand. Were those the words of a child? Shouldn't it be the other way around? She was supposed to be saying those words to the little girl, not the other way around!

Mystic One had already skipped far away, not caring about the weird lady in the yard.

"Haha! Even an ice beauty like you was pranked by others!"

The friends who came with her were doubling over with laughter.

Dinner came and went. The two tables of guests promptly left after eating. If they dared to delay, the sky would turn dark and it would not be easy to go back down the mountainous path.

The three Mystics who had been abused by Bai Xiang were so tired that they went to sleep immediately after a bath. Bei Feng on the other hand, had plenty of energy in his body which prevented him from going to bed. Thus, he spent a few hours going over the movement sets of Minor Illumination Breathing Technique in the yard.

Finally, around 11 pm, he went back to his room for the night.

"Fourth Bro, did you bring enough sleeping gas? I saw two guard dogs this morning... I don't want to have our plan ruined because of the dogs."

Han Dan turned and asked.

A group of seven or eight stood within a small clearing in the woods nearby. Under the moonlight, one could see that these figures were all dressed in black, with only their eyes showing through their masks.

He Jiawei patted the large jar in his hands confidently. "Don't worry, Big Bro, this is definitely enough!"

"En, good. Remember, our target is only the cauldron! Do not touch anything anything else!"

Han Dan reminded solemnly.

"Understood!" The group chorused in a low voice.

Everyone here were the core members of Han Dan's team. They all held different jobs and came from different backgrounds in their daily lives. But whenever a large tomb was discovered which could not be handled with just the strength of the four siblings, they would be gathered together to help.

They were here this time to help bring the cauldron away. A cauldron of that size was not light at all. As there wasn't even a proper road here, it required a great number of people to carry the cauldron out.

The group continued onward silently and after crossing a small hill, Bei Feng's old mansion could be seen in the distance. "Monkey, determine the wind's direction!" Han Dan instructed darkly.

"Understood!"

A skinny man walked out of the group and stood erect silently, sensing the wind for an entire half an hour.

The group remained silent and made no move to disrupt him or hurry him up. The quiet forest was filled with only the light breathing of the small group. Even the bugs around them ceased chirping as they sensed that the humans had not left yet.

"It's okay now! Light the incense!"

The man called 'Monkey' suddenly opened his eyes and uttered a single sentence before slinking back into the middle of the group.

He Jiawei opened the jar in his hands and retrieved a black rod the thickness of an infant's arm.

He carefully held it up and brought a flame to it. Slowly, an incomparably thick light green smoke rose up into the sky, floating towards Bei Feng's mansion.

The group had all ingested the antidote beforehand. But even so, a slight whiff of the residue smoke caused them to feel a bit drowsy, as if they might fall asleep at any second.

"Fourth Bro, you've really brought great fame to your family's sleeping incense! This smoke is getting more and more impressive!"

Pan Jin shook his head as he praised. Apart from attempting to dispel the drowsy feeling in his head, it was also a reaction to the slight dread he felt towards the green smoke.

He Jiawei smiled smugly. "That's true... even an elephant would not be able to withstand this smoke for more than 5 seconds if it so much as took a single whiff of it! It's only a pity that the main ingredient for this incense is getting harder and harder to find. I don't even have much of it remaining in my private stash."

He Jiawei felt a slight heartache even as he finished the sentence. But for the sake of obtaining this cauldron, him taking out a stick of the strengthened version of the sleeping incense could be said to be completely worth it!

Chapter end