Wan Jiao planned to go to Lin Huai's house first to send his wife and daughter to reincarnation, and then go to meet the staff of the Running Man program to sign a contract.
As for how to get there, there's absolutely no suspense, okay?
What I'm saying is, besides teleportation, is there a better way?
"Young mistress."
The housekeeper came in from outside and immediately tried to kneel down in front of Wan Jiao. Luckily, Wan Jiao reacted quickly and helped the housekeeper up. "Auntie, let's talk this out. We don't do this kind of thing."
joke.
If everyone kneels before her, she'll never be able to cultivate herself into an immortal being.
"Young Madam, thanks to you, my son is safe and sound. If it weren't for your reminder, he probably would have..."
The housekeeper pulled out a bank card halfway through his sentence and handed it to Wan Jiao with great reverence. "Young Madam, this is a small token of my and my son's appreciation. Please accept it."
Wan Jiao pushed away the card the housekeeper offered, saying, "It was nothing, don't worry about it."
The housekeeper frowned, wanting to say something more, but Wan Jiao didn't give her a chance at all. "Auntie, I have to go out urgently. If you really want to thank me, then work hard."
After walking a few steps, Wan Jiao thought of Si Yue and quickly stopped to look at the housekeeper. "I have a new apprentice named Si Yue. She will be staying here temporarily."
Butler: "Don't worry, young mistress, I will take good care of Miss Siyue."
…
Wan Jiao's sudden appearance at Lin Huai's house really startled him and Zhou Yuan. Once they realized that the visitor was Wan Jiao and not a bad person, the couple breathed a sigh of relief, "Master."
Wan Jiao wasn't a talkative person to begin with. She nodded slightly, as if to greet Lin Huai and Zhou Yuan, and then formed a hand seal to open the Ghost Gate in one smooth motion.
The door opened, and a chilly wind blew in.
The Black and White Impermanence figures who emerged from the door were as respectful as ever, saying, "Master Wan."
Once you've met them a few times, you're more comfortable with each other. Wan Jiao had already interacted with these two officials several times and was no longer as reserved as she had been at first. After briefly explaining the situation of Zhou Yuan and her daughter, she cupped her hands in a respectful bow and said, "Thank you for your trouble, gentlemen."
The Black and White Impermanence verified the life stories of Zhou Yuan and her daughter, confirming that they had indeed not harmed anyone. They immediately captured their souls and bid farewell to Wan Jiao.
The gates of hell slowly closed. Wan Jiao looked at Lin Huai, who was heartbroken at the loss of his wife and daughter, and said, "The deceased is gone. Please accept my condolences."
After dealing with Lin Huai's wife and daughter, it was still early. Wan Jiao thought about how she and Ye Jin had spent the whole night doing *that* and hadn't paid attention to the patriarch's situation, so she decided to go back and check on him first.
When the six hours were up, Feng Nanshan's remnant soul returned to the memorial tablet, but it was weaker than before.
He waited and waited, but Wan Jiao never came. He was so angry that he was about to perform a trick to make the memorial tablet fly around. But the relic that Wan Jiao's master had turned into after her death stirred and forbade the memorial tablet from flying away.
Feng Nanshan was even angrier.
He secretly decided that when Wan Jiao came, he would definitely teach her a lesson.
Sure enough, while she was still angry, Wan Jiao finally arrived.
She lit three incense sticks and then said respectfully, "Grand Ancestor, I had an important matter to attend to last night, which is why I was unable to come to see you in time."
*Click* All three incense sticks went out.
Wan Jiao: "..."
I knew it.
The patriarch, such a proud and handsome man, certainly wouldn't give up easily.
She took out a talisman and tossed it onto the memorial tablet. Though it contained only a thin layer of spiritual energy, it continuously flowed into the tablet. Then, the three incense sticks that had gone out spontaneously reignited.
Wan Jiao sighed helplessly: This isn't an old ancestor, this is a little ancestor, so hard to please.
Fortunately, she really did something important last night, so she's not afraid.
"Ancestor, thanks to my persistent efforts last night, I am pregnant with the heir of our Nanshan Temple."
Perhaps because of its joy, it absorbed a lot of spiritual energy, and the remnant soul recovered considerably. The memorial tablet immediately started dancing on the spot.
Wan Jiao: "Ancestor, take it easy. I don't have the materials to make another memorial tablet for you. If you ruin the one you have now, even your remnant soul won't be able to stay."
Sure enough, the memorial tablet behaved itself, but the three incense sticks had also burned out.
Wan Jiao hurriedly lit three more incense sticks and placed them in the incense burner.
"Ancestor, I have more good news for you. I'm rich now. Once I've chosen a mountain, I can start building the new Nanshan Temple."
The three incense sticks flickered, and the memorial tablet moved several times.
"You're asking me where the money came from?" Wan Jiao blinked and answered truthfully, "Someone invited me to be on a variety show called 'Running Sisters,' promising me 200 million yuan, plus the 50 million yuan signing bonus from Kuaiyu, and the bonus from the Special Security Bureau, I..."
"..."
Wan Jiao was like a well-behaved child reporting her work to her elders.
Feng Nanshan was very satisfied, and finally stuck a sticker on Wan Jiao's face as a reward.
…
As soon as Wan Jiao stepped out of the cubicle where the ancestral tablet was placed, she immediately saw Ye Jin leaning against the wall, staring intently at her.
His face was completely expressionless, yet Wan Jiao inexplicably felt a chill run down her spine, and... she also felt a little guilty.
Realizing this, Wan Jiao couldn't help but mutter to herself: Damn it! Why am I feeling guilty? I didn't do anything.
She pursed her lips and met Ye Jin's gaze with composure. "Did you need something from me?"
"Can't I contact you if there's nothing wrong? Hmm?" As he said this, Ye Jin exuded a strong aura that swept over Wan Jiao.
"..." Wan Jiao: This cheap husband truly lives up to his reputation as the renowned commander of Sheng Kingdom. Just look at his aura and the pressure he exudes. Even as a cultivator, she finds it difficult to resist.
“You can call me anytime you want.” She said, instinctively taking two steps back. “So, what exactly do you want to see me about?”
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