After Lu Jinsheng and the others left, Yan Shouyi changed his clothes and put on his shoulder bag again.
"Where are you going?" Luo Ning asked doubtfully. "Your injuries haven't fully recovered yet."
"My injuries haven't fully recovered, but I'm not going to fight tonight. I'm going to find someone, so it's fine," Yan Shouyi replied.
Yan Shouyi walked out of the cabin, greeted the others, and waited by the roadside for a while.
Soon, a black Mercedes-Maybach sedan stopped in front of Yan Shouyi.
After getting into the car, Yan Shouyi said apologetically,
"I'm sorry to have troubled you to make a special trip."
The driver was none other than Zhang Yingying, a girl Yan Shouyi met shortly after arriving in Rongcheng. Zhang Yingying's father, Zhang Guodong, had been troubled by the bridge construction matter, and Yan Shouyi had stepped in to resolve it. It was also on that occasion that he met Huang Hai of the Lu Shan Sect.
Yan Shouyi's initial impression of Zhang Yingying was not good. Although Zhang Yingying later tried hard to appease him after realizing Yan Shouyi's extraordinary nature, Yan Shouyi had not paid much attention to her.
This time, he asked Zhang Yingying to come just to act as a driver, with no other intentions.
Zhang Yingying smiled and said, "Brother Yan, if you need anything, I'll naturally help right away. After all, you've helped my father a lot."
Zhang Yingying herself had changed considerably. She was no longer as haughty, and her tone had become much gentler and more polite.
Yan Shouyi smiled, "Let's go to Yijin Fang in Sanfang Qixiang."
"Going to Sanfang Qixiang at this hour?" Zhang Yingying asked doubtfully as she drove. "The scenic area is already closed. They probably won't let us in."
"Don't worry, I can get in."
"Do we have to climb over the wall?"
"...I have a house there. They can't possibly not let me go home, can they?" Yan Shouyi said helplessly.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Yingying immediately fell silent.
She was filled with embarrassment and regretted speaking out of turn.
When she first met Yan Shouyi, she had called him a bumpkin and a country bumpkin repeatedly, thinking he was a pauper.
Yet, he actually owned a house in Sanfang Qixiang, a place that money couldn't easily buy.
Zhang Yingying secretly thought that Yan Shouyi indeed had a significant background.
Although she knew she no longer had a chance, she was still happy to help, even if it was just by being Yan Shouyi's driver. It would at least bring them closer and make Yan Shouyi owe her a small favor.
Zhang Yingying, being sensible, stopped talking and drove obediently.
Yan Shouyi sat in the back seat, looking at the scenery outside the window.
The route was from Old Jin's medicinal garden to Sanfang Qixiang, from the outskirts of the city to the city center.
The scenery outside transformed from desolate to bustling. Even in the early hours of the morning, Rongcheng's streets were never short of people striving to live their lives.
Looking at these people, Yan Shouyi's resolve to protect the citizens of Rongcheng grew even stronger.
He would never let the Bai family succeed!
He would not let Tong Jingcheng succeed!
Suddenly, Yan Shouyi noticed a bottle of Maotai placed on the back seat.
He asked curiously, "Is this Maotai something your dad was planning to give someone?"
Zhang Yingying glanced at the rear-view mirror and replied, "Oh, that's a gift someone gave my dad. This bottle is apparently worth over two hundred thousand yuan. But my dad doesn't like drinking, so he left it in the car."
Yan Shouyi picked it up and examined it, saying somewhat sheepishly,
"Could you give me this wine? I'm going to see an elder later, and it wouldn't be good to go empty-handed."
Zhang Yingying immediately replied, "Take it if you like it. My dad even thinks this wine is too cheap and not worthy of you!"
Yan Shouyi chuckled, "A two-hundred-thousand-yuan wine is already quite good. I won't take it for nothing. How about I help your dad with his fortune?"
Zhang Yingying thought for a moment and hesitated, then asked,
"Brother Yan, can you tell fortunes about marriage?"
"Huh?"
"My dad said that making money in the future is secondary; family harmony and happiness are most important. So, if there's an opportunity, I'd like to have my marriage fortune told, and find out when my destined love will appear," Zhang Yingying said shyly.
"I see... Marriage fortunes are fine too. Wait for me for a moment."
Yan Shouyi reached out, grabbed one of Zhang Yingying's hairs, and plucked it out.
Zhang Yingying felt a slight pain in her head, and when she realized Yan Shouyi was pulling out her hair, she didn't say anything.
Yan Shouyi wound Zhang Yingying's hair around his finger, asked for her birth details, and calculated silently for a while.
"What a coincidence, you and your destined love will meet tomorrow."
"Really?!"
"Yes, but his family background isn't particularly good. Both his parents are farmers. He worked hard to get out of the mountains and graduated from university. He's currently working part-time at a coffee shop, and you'll meet him there tomorrow."
Zhang Yingying exclaimed in surprise, "That's right! My best friend and I have already planned to go for coffee tomorrow afternoon."
"Do you mind his family background?" Yan Shouyi asked.
Zhang Yingying quickly shook her head, "Of course not! I pursue happiness, not money. Especially after meeting someone like you, Brother Yan, I'm even more convinced that ability is more important than money."
Yan Shouyi laughed heartily.
In fact, although Zhang Yingying's destined love was poor now, after they got together, he would help Zhang Guodong expand his business.
However, Yan Shouyi didn't say these things. He worried that if he said too much, Zhang Yingying's love might change.
It was good as it was now.
Thus, Yan Shouyi exchanged fortune-telling for a bottle of precious Maotai worth two hundred thousand yuan.
Half an hour later, the car arrived outside Sanfang Qixiang.
Yan Shouyi got out of the car. Zhang Yingying asked, "Brother Yan, shall I go in with you?"
"No need," Yan Shouyi said. "My house is haunted, and by many ghosts. I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to handle it."
Zhang Yingying: "..."
She had initially hoped to walk a few more steps with Yan Shouyi, even if it was just to help him carry his shoes.
But upon hearing that Yan Shouyi's house was haunted, Zhang Yingying immediately got scared.
So, she forced a smile and said, "Then I'll wait for you out here. Shall I drive you back where you came from later?"
Yan Shouyi thought for a moment and nodded, "That's fine."
It wasn't that he wanted Zhang Yingying to accompany him, but rather that it was difficult to get a taxi late at night, and he didn't have any money in his pocket.
After bidding farewell to Zhang Yingying, Yan Shouyi entered Sanfang Qixiang. After showing his identification to the security guard, he entered the scenic area without any hindrance.
A while later, he reached the outside of Yijin Fang No. 108.
The lock on the door was the one he had personally locked last time, and no one had touched it since.
He unlocked the door and pushed it open.
Even though it was late at night, there were faint sounds of children playing in the courtyard.
As Yan Shouyi entered the courtyard, he saw those mischievous yuan gu playing football in the yard.
If their faces weren't pale, their eyes weren't as big as copper bells, and they didn't have sharp fangs, this scene would have been quite beautiful...
One of the yuan gu saw Yan Shouyi arrive and, with a mischievous grin, crept towards Yan Shouyi sneakily.
Taking advantage of Yan Shouyi's inattention, this fellow actually jumped up to strike Yan Shouyi's crotch.
"So it was you who played the prank last time!"
Yan Shouyi, who had been watching this yuan gu all along, grabbed the little fellow's hand and lifted him up.
Last time, Long Feicheng had been hit several times by this little guy, and when he went back, even his urination was bifurcated.
Long Feicheng had sworn several times that he would get his revenge, catch that unscrupulous yuan gu, and then flick his little brother too.
The yuan gu clearly didn't expect Yan Shouyi to be able to see them, nor that he wouldn't be afraid at all.
When they finally reacted, they immediately burst into tears, as if Yan Shouyi had bullied them.
Yan Shouyi said helplessly, "Stop crying, all of you. What are you pretending to be pitiful for? Weren't you all enjoying yourselves kicking the ball just now?"
The yuan gu struggled frantically.
Yan Shouyi suddenly let go, and the little fellow fell to the ground, stunned by the fall.
Yan Shouyi ignored them and walked directly towards the small bridge over the pond.
To meet Zhang Shantong, he had to pick up the fishing rod made by his grandfather.
So, Yan Shouyi, who had walked onto the small bridge, grasped the fishing rod.
When he came to his senses, Zhang Shantong was indeed sitting beside him, holding a fishing rod and yawning out of boredom.
"Grandfather!" Yan Shouyi greeted.
"Huh?!"
Zhang Shantong was startled and almost fell into the pond.
He angrily said, "Why are you up in the middle of the night, boy? Do you know that if I hadn't caught my breath just now, I would have kicked the bucket?!"
Yan Shouyi said sheepishly, "I thought Grandfather had reached the peak of his cultivation and knew I was coming."
"Even lions have times when they doze off!" Zhang Shantong retorted.
Yan Shouyi chuckled, "Grandfather, I've brought you something good."
He took out the Maotai wine he had exchanged from Zhang Yingying and happily presented it to Zhang Shantong.
Zhang Shantong indeed had a taste for it. He seemed to smell the wine's aroma even through the packaging.
He squinted and sniffed, giving Yan Shouyi a thumbs-up, "You're a sensible boy! I haven't had any alcohol in I don't know how many years, let alone such good wine!"
Seeing Zhang Shantong so happy, Yan Shouyi also felt cheerful.
They opened the packaging and poured the fine wine into the small cups that came with the Maotai.
Zhang Shantong was impatient and didn't care about Yan Shouyi, gulping down a cup of wine himself.
"Hiss... So refreshing!!!"
Yan Shouyi quickly refilled Zhang Shantong's cup.
"Come, let's have a toast, grandson and grandfather!" Zhang Shantong said with a smile, raising his cup.
Yan Shouyi quickly clinked glasses with Zhang Shantong and then downed his own in one go.
"Why are you looking for me with fine wine in the middle of the night? I feel like you have some motive!" Zhang Shantong said with a smile. "Since your grandfather is in a good mood, feel free to state any request!"
Since Zhang Shantong had brought it up, Yan Shouyi didn't beat around the bush.
In the most direct words, he briefly described the people and matters he was facing.
The key points were the existence of the "Refining Sha Reincarnation Array," his woman Lin Zitong being in danger, and Tong Jingcheng's feigned death.
After hearing what Yan Shouyi said, even the old ghost Zhang Shantong couldn't help but exclaim in wonder.
"Damn it, this Tong Jingcheng really doesn't want to live, daring to snatch my granddaughter-in-law!"
Zhang Shantong pointed at the sky and cursed, "I knew he had ill intentions from the start. I should have killed him then. Instead, I'm trapped here, and my grandson is being bullied! Damn it! Damn it!"
"So, Grandfather, I came tonight to get you out. Tomorrow, when we go to snatch the bride, I'll be counting on you to help us keep the situation under control," Yan Shouyi said.
"Keep control! I absolutely must!"
Zhang Shantong said, "Your grandfather will not only keep the situation under control but will also help you snatch the bride and beat those ghost kings from the Bai family till they soil their pants! Let them know that my grandson Zhang Shantong is not to be trifled with!!"