Bitter Realm: A Happy Person Traveling Across China

Chapter 73 A Perfect Match, Two Mischievous Friends (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets)

Using spatial teleportation, Ye Jinming escaped the entanglement of the mad dog, Kuanglong Yishengxiao. He straightened his slightly disheveled robes and continued leisurely towards the Glazed Wonderland.

A mountain breeze rustled through the treetops, bringing a refreshing coolness and dispelling some of the tension from the fierce battle.

Speaking of this Mad Dragon, his thinking is truly peculiar. He wanted Lian Emei to leave Ping Mountain, yet instead of searching for traces of Ping Mountain or seeking out Jin Bazhen, who was on good terms with Lian Emei, he came to haunt him first.

Does he think that killing him will cause Lian Emei to reveal themselves? Or perhaps—he thinks he's easier to bully?

Or perhaps they didn't gain any advantage over themselves and were even secretly targeted by Lin Wushuang, which made them furious?

Thinking of the last possibility, Ye Jinming couldn't help but chuckle.

If Kuanglong really thinks that way, then he is completely wrong.

However, being targeted by such a mad dog—one that acts irrationally yet possesses overwhelming strength—is ultimately troublesome, and some preparations must be made in advance.

As my thoughts raced, the iconic, pristine beauty of the Crystal Wonderland came into view.

A crystal wonderland, shrouded in mist and with a babbling brook.

After the previous invasion and great battle of the otherworldly demonic calamity, the dilapidated pavilions and towers and the scorched earth of this place have now been completely renewed!

With vermilion railings and jade steps, gleaming glazed tiles, exotic flowers in full bloom, and fragrant herbs, a pure and holy aura permeates the air, surpassing even the past.

Clearly, after Su Huanzhen's return, this place has been quickly restored, regaining its former glory as a sacred land of suffering.

Inside the crystal pavilion in the center of the fairyland, a stone table and jade teapot are set up, with wisps of tea smoke rising from them.

The three sat facing each other, the atmosphere seemingly relaxed, yet undercurrents were swirling.

As Mu Shaoai sipped tea and smoked, the smoke slowly rising, blurring his usual lazy smile, revealing a lingering weariness and a sense of relief between his brows.

His teacup was empty, but he didn't refill it.

Su Huanzhen sat upright in the main seat, dressed in a blue robe, his hair tied with a lotus crown, his face as gentle as jade, his eyes smiling, his demeanor dignified and peaceful, especially his signature spiral eyebrows, which were particularly eye-catching.

(A conspicuous bag!)

Qu Shitu stood to one side, holding a boiling jade pot, adding fresh tea for the two of them with meticulous movements and his usual gentle smile.

The aromas of tea, tobacco, and flowers mingled, creating a serene and peaceful atmosphere inside the pavilion, as if the earlier "landlord rivalry" had never occurred.

At that very moment—

At the entrance to the Crystal Wonderland, a leisurely poem drifted in on the wind, clear and bright with a touch of nonchalant detachment: "The profound principles of the Three Vehicles are all within my heart, leaning on my zither, I idly watch the turmoil of worldly calamities. I do not cling to right or wrong, black or white, the path of humanity is empty of enlightenment."

As the poem ended, a figure in white gracefully stepped into the pavilion.

The newcomer wore a beautiful jade pendant at his waist, held a black fan in his hand, and had a half-smile playing on his lips. It was none other than Ye Jinming.

He glanced around the pavilion and immediately understood that the duel or handover between Mu Shaoai and Su Huanzhen had come to an end.

I was too late; I missed a great show of "the king's return and the former master's abdication."

Damn it, it's all that crazy dog ​​Kuanglong's fault for wasting time!

"It seems I've come at the wrong time?" Ye Jinming raised an eyebrow, his tone carrying a perfectly timed hint of regret, his gaze sweeping between Su Huanzhen and Mu Shaoai.

"No," Mu Shaoai put down his pipe, looked up at Ye Jinming, and said with a gentle smile, his eyes deep, "You've come at just the right time."

Upon hearing this, Ye Jinming felt a chill run down his spine, as if he had heard some strange dialogue.

What time is it? Your competition is over, the handover is finished, I came to watch the show, but the stage has been dismantled. What time is it?

Su Huanzhen, as the host of this place, had already stood up and bowed to Ye Jinming with impeccable posture: "This must be Ye Jinming, whom my friend and Tan Wuyu have mentioned many times. Young friend Ye, is this not it? I have long admired you. I am Su Huanzhen, the Pure Fragrant White Lotus."

Ye Jinming returned the greeting with a cupped-fist salute, but his tone was less polite, carrying a hint of casual teasing: "You're too kind, Su Xianren. But this isn't exactly our first meeting, is it? After all—back when you were still the White-Haired Swordsman, we fought side-by-side twice. It's just a pity you were probably mute back then; when I greeted you, you ignored me completely, which was truly hurtful."

"Uh—" Su Huanzhen's gentle smile froze slightly, and he was speechless.

Who is this person? Can't they at least exchange pleasantries on our first formal meeting? And they even criticize my incarnation to my face?

Don't you know that your incarnation has nothing to do with me, Su Zhen Huan?

Su Huanzhen suddenly understood why Tan Wuyu and Mu Shaoai had such an itchy expression when they mentioned Ye Jinming.

Su Huanzhen, being a man of profound cultivation, quickly regained his composure, shaking his head and smiling wryly: "Ha, young friend, you are indeed quick-witted. I had previously heard Tan Wuyu and the pharmacist say that your words are sharp and often surprising. Today, I have finally experienced it firsthand."

Ye Jinming waved his hand, his expression earnest: "You flatter me, Su Xianren. I don't have many merits, but I love treating people with sincerity. As we spend more time together, you'll 'learn' even more."

"————" Su Huanzhen's lips twitched almost imperceptibly, and he chuckled dryly twice. "Heh, heh, young friend, you're quite humorous. There's no need for that; I appreciate it."

Seeing that Su Huanzhen had given in, Ye Jinming stopped teasing him and turned to Mu Shaoai, who was silently smoking with a somewhat worried expression. "Pharmacist, judging from your expression, could it be that Su Xianren has made a triumphant return, his momentum unstoppable, successfully reclaiming everything he once lost, while you have suffered a narrow defeat and can only leave in disgrace, packing your bags and leaving?"

Upon hearing this, Mu Shaoai rolled her eyes at him, exhaling a smoke ring: "I've already told you to read less romance novels. I conceded defeat in this bet myself."

He paused, his tone lowering, carrying a genuine weariness and relief, "In my current state, it's truly not suitable for me to remain in this Glazed Wonderland, worrying about those endless matters of the martial world. It's time to retreat to the mountains, find a quiet place to rest, heal my injuries, and spend some time with Ah Jiu."

Ye Jinming stared at Mu Shaoai for a few seconds, a look of suspicion on his face: "Really? Isn't this just a forced attempt to save face and find a way to back down?"

"You! You!" Mu Shaoai laughed in exasperation, pointing at him with her pipe. "That mouth of yours, it never holds back, not a single word you say is pleasing to the ear!"

Su Huanzhen quickly smoothed things over, speaking sincerely: "Ha, my friend, you're mistaken. In this bet, it's indeed unfair for the underdog to win. My friend, you've been traveling tirelessly these past few days, exhausted, and you're also carrying an old injury, so your condition isn't ideal. If you were at your peak, the outcome would be uncertain."

Looking at the two people in front of him, one showing concern but actually adding insult to injury, and the other being modest but actually taking the bait, Mu Shaoai couldn't help but feel a few black lines pop out on his forehead.

Then, Mu Shaoai said, both amused and annoyed, "Alright, alright! You two have just met and already have such great chemistry, you really are a pair of mischievous friends! Forget it, I'm not going to argue with you anymore, it's just making me more upset. I should head over to pick up Ajiu. Goodbye, you two! Take care!"

After saying that, Mu Shaoai didn't linger. He waved his pipe at the two of them, turned around, and walked out of the Glazed Wonderland. His back still carried a hint of laziness, but it also revealed a sense of relief after being relieved of a heavy burden.

Qu Shitu stepped forward at the opportune moment and offered Ye Jinming a cup of freshly brewed fragrant tea.

Ye Jinming thanked him, picked up his teacup, and took a small sip.

The tea soup is refreshing and sweet, with a rich aroma and a long-lasting aftertaste that invigorates the spirit.

"Excellent tea!" Ye Jinming's eyes lit up as he praised.

He himself often brews tea, but compared to Qu Shitu's seemingly casual yet masterful tea art, which is perfect in terms of heat, water temperature, and technique, there is indeed a significant gap.

"Mr. Qu, you have excellent skills. Su Xianren, you are truly enviable, being able to drink such exquisite tea every day."

Qu Shitu smiled slightly, neither humble nor arrogant: "Young Master Ye is too kind. My skills are crude and not worth mentioning."

As a renowned undercover agent in the Bitter Realm, he had long since mastered the ability to remain unfazed even when faced with a collapsing mountain, but he still managed a slight upturn of the corners of his mouth when praised.

Afterwards, only Su Huanzhen and Ye Jinming remained sitting in the pavilion.

Su Huanzhen poured tea for the two of them again, and looked at Ye Jinming with gentle eyes: "Jinming, may I address you as such?"

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"Of course, I'll follow your lead." Ye Jinming put down his teacup, met Su Huanzhen's gaze, and said with a half-smile, "Is there something you need, Su Huanzhen?"

Although he felt a little strange that Ye Jinming always referred to himself as Su Xianren, he didn't say much because of the pun.

Then Su Huanzhen smiled gently and said with concern, "Juanming, your breathing has been steady throughout your journey, but your robes are dusty, and you seem to be deep in thought. Did you encounter any trouble along the way?"

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