I have seen dragons

Chapter 29 Maybe I should really die?
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As Yue Wen carefully read through the text on the purple cover, the flame-shaped characters that had been there for some time disappeared one by one with the wind.

Only a few embers remained floating in the air.

After a while, Yue Wen was left with only a blank purple document. This time, even if he used his magic again, he couldn't see anything, because the information on it had already been read.

These three short sentences made Yue Wen ponder for a long time.

Judging from the words, this "Demon Emperor Skin" was given to the Purple Throne along with the "Serpent Mountain Bronze Cauldron," and the person who gave it was the letter writer.

Without a doubt, it is this "Demon Emperor".

If it sends out someone else's skin, the person who receives the purple skin won't be able to contact it. It's like asking someone for their phone number on the street, and then giving them a fake number.

Purely for fun.

A normal person wouldn't do something like that.

Even among the demon race, there are very few beings who can be called "Demon Emperor".

The only thing seemingly related to Snake Mountain and Tiger Tomb is the "Demon Serpent Emperor" who descended six thousand years ago.

That's taking way too long!

Although the demon race has a long lifespan, and its cultivation level is comparable to the ninth realm in legends... that was six thousand years ago, during which two cycles of the spiritual energy era have already passed. The Tiger Emperor who suppressed it back then has already become a vague mythical figure.

Is it still trying to escape?
Obtaining this Demon Emperor's skin would also allow him to send messages back to the other party, but Yue Wen had no plans to do so for the time being. This matter was too significant; he dared not attempt it lightly.

When it involves a mythical figure, it can really be fatal.

If he could, he would like to hide the skin and keep it to himself, or hand it over to the Supermarket Management Bureau in exchange for a reward.

But the inscription "Snake Mountain Bronze Tripod" on the leather caught his attention. He didn't care what the gift was, but the writer said it was the key to entering Tiger Tomb...

Snake Mountain and Tiger Tomb were the places he wanted to explore.

The only clue on the card his father mentioned when he left was the emblem of Snake Mountain and Tiger Tomb; he would have to go there sooner or later. Was the key to getting there the Snake Mountain bronze cauldron?

What is this bronze cauldron, and where is it located?

To put it simply, the "Demon Emperor" who wrote the letter probably wanted to establish contact with the "Purple Throne," perhaps hoping to be rescued from his predicament? To show his sincerity, he gave away the Demon Emperor's skin and a treasure called the Snake Mountain Bronze Cauldron, which could guide people into the Tiger Tomb.

But now this Demon Emperor's skin is in my hands, and I wonder what happened in between. Before I got it, the skin had already been sold to an antique shop.

The information on the leather will be worn away to varying degrees over time. Judging from the degree of wear, it should have been recorded no more than six months ago.

The bronze cauldron that should have been with the Demon Emperor's skin was nowhere to be found.

After thinking for a while, Yue Wen decided to temporarily seal and preserve the skin.

If this is handed over to the Supermarket Management Bureau, many things will remain unexplained, such as his failure to report the Zhang Wei incident and how he obtained the method to break the curse.

These matters, involving the disappearance of his parents and Da Long's secrets, cannot be discussed with outsiders.

Furthermore, the writing disappeared after he read it, and he had no evidence to prove his claims. Even if the Supermarket Management Bureau believed him, could he completely trust them?
Not necessarily.

The demons' influence in the human realm is almost ubiquitous; who knows where their spies might be?
It's safest to keep secrets to yourself.

That Snake Mountain Bronze Tripod... if I come across it again in the future, I should still try to get it.

Just as he was pondering this, Zhao Xing'er's greeting rang out from below.

"Boss, someone's looking for you!"

……

Because the firm didn't have much business, Yue Wen usually stayed upstairs to cultivate, so Zhao Xing'er, his assistant, took on the role of receptionist, and would call him down when needed.

When Yue Wen went downstairs, he saw a young man in a white training uniform standing at the door. His bangs covered half of his eyebrows and eyes, and he had a cold expression. He was holding a large, colorful fruit basket and was waiting quietly.

"Brother Qi!" Yue Wen chuckled, "What brings you here?"

"Brother Yue." Qi Dian relaxed a little, stepped forward, and handed over the fruit basket. "I came to City Seven with my sect to carry out a mission. I had half a day to spare, so I came to see you."

"Oh, the fruit basket is enough, there's no need for you to come over." Yue Wen politely accepted it.

Qi Dian was taken aback. Huh?
Yue Wen knew that Qi Dian must still remember the life-saving grace from last time, which was why he came to visit him. Qi Dian was a kind-hearted person, and although he felt that having two minor supernatural abilities from him was enough, he was sure that Qi Dian felt it wasn't enough.

Yue Wen then turned around and introduced Zhao Xing'er and Qi Dian to each other, before asking Qi Dian to sit down.

"Brother Qi, have some yogurt." He handed out the yogurt from the drawer.

Qi Dian glanced at it, silently put it down, and looked up, saying, "I don't like drinking yogurt."

"By the way, it's almost noon, Brother Qi hasn't eaten yet, has he?" Yue Wen called out, "Xiao Zhao, take my phone and order some takeout, something fancy, to treat Brother Qi."

Zhao Xing'er said, "Boss, let me order. I still have some coupons I haven't used yet."

“You haven’t been paid yet, how can you use your money?” Yue Wen immediately refused.

"Oh, I know you're not exactly rolling in money either," Zhao Xing'er said generously. "I managed to snag a coupon for 45 yuan off at 50 yuan!" "..."

Watching the two of them arguing, Qi Dian felt a little embarrassed and took out his phone, saying, "How about I get some?"

"That's not good," Yue Wen and Zhao Xing'er said in unison, then turned their heads and looked at Qi Dian expectantly.

"?"

A question mark slowly rose on Qi Dian's forehead. Although it was just a meal, why did he have a strange feeling that he had been set up?
As he started ordering food, Yue Wen casually asked, "Brother Qi, what mission are you on this trip to City Seven?"

"There's an auction in City Seven next week, and our Linjiang Sect has been entrusted with part of the security work. We just escorted a batch of treasures here today, and we'll be responsible for guarding them starting this afternoon."

Qi Dian answered truthfully, without hiding anything.

Yue Wen asked, "The auction at Baozhilin?"

"Brother Yue knows?" Qi Dian asked.

"Hehe, I've heard a little about it." Yue Wen watched him place the order and then said, "You've come at the right time today. Actually, I was just about to ask about something myself."

Qi Dian said, "If there's anything you need, Brother Yue, just tell me."

"You disciples of the immortal sect have many connections. Have you seen any lucrative jobs lately?" Yue Wen asked with a slightly embarrassed smile. "The ones that come to our office are all small commissions. I need the money urgently in a few days..."

Qi Dian asked, "Brother Yue, how much do you need?"

He was thinking that if he could afford it, he might as well pay for it himself. After all, Yue Wen had saved his life last time, and it only cost him a few hundred yuan, which made him feel a little embarrassed.

Yue Wen replied, "Ideally, I could earn around a million a week, but of course, there's no upper limit."

"This?" Qi Dian's pupils visibly dilated.

He didn't say some things explicitly, but you could probably read them from his eyes... Brother Yue, are you obsessed with money?

Yue Wen chuckled twice, "Never mind if you don't have it. I know it's a bit of wishful thinking."

Qi Dian frowned and pondered for a moment, then suddenly said, "Speaking of earning a lot, I do know something. It only takes three days. Earning a million is a bit unrealistic, but according to what they told me, earning several hundred thousand is still possible."

Upon hearing this, Yue Wen's eyes lit up immediately. "Really? Godfather."

Qi Dian quickly replied, "I dare not accept such praise."

Zhao Xing'er remarked from the side, "As expected of a disciple of the immortal sect, they are truly eager to help others."

"Ahem." Upon hearing the beautiful woman praise him, Qi Dian's lips twitched almost imperceptibly, but he quickly suppressed it. He cleared his throat and said, "It is only natural for us cultivators to help each other. If you have any questions about cultivation, Miss Zhao, you can also come and ask me."

He wasn't saying this out of arrogance, but out of genuine desire to help.

In his view, even if Yue Wen was superior to him in cultivation, he was far inferior to him in terms of cultivation resources, and he had previously had to learn supernatural powers from him.

Zhao Xing'er was just a junior assistant to Yue Wenzhao, probably just a cultivation enthusiast, so naturally, that was the case. Giving her some guidance would be a significant help to her.

Before the words were even finished, a car pulled up in front of the firm's narrow entrance, crushing the yellow "No Parking" sign. The already narrow street in the bustling city was now completely blocked off.

Zhao Xing'er immediately shouted outside, "Can't you see? Parking is not allowed here!"

A dozen or so burly men got out of the car. The driver casually waved inside, saying, "We're going to eat next door. We'll just stop for a bit."

"You're all stopping here, there's nowhere for passersby to walk. Don't you have any manners?" Zhao Xing'er walked out, stood on the steps with her hands on her hips, and angrily rebuked.

"Tch." The burly men, emboldened by their numbers, chuckled contemptuously. "So what if we're uncivilized? Go ahead and call the police to drag us away!"

"Drag him away?" A red glint flashed in Zhao Xing'er's eyes. She pulled out a black steel spiked club, took a step, twisted her waist, gathered strength in her arms, and swung the club upwards.

bang——

A flash of red light streaked past, and the blow sent the car spinning like a golf ball, flying dozens of times into the sky and transforming into a single star on the horizon.

More than ten burly men stood there dumbfounded for a long time before one of them exclaimed, "Hey! The six refrigerators I bought are still in the truck!"

"..." Qi Dian stared at the scene outside, paused for a moment, and then turned to Yue Wen: "Miss Zhao, what's with that red light? It looks a bit scary."

"Simply put, Xing'er is an immature, naturally born immortal body," Yue Wen said, "and she has a fairly mature martial arts system."

"..." Qi Dian paused for a moment, then his face turned bright red.

Ha ha.

Does that mean I was just about to mentor someone with a celestial body?

Although I don't know why someone with her skills would work for you, it's really kind of funny.

He lowered his head and pondered for a long time, recalling his arrogant words just now, and felt a shadow looming over him.

Should I really die?

(End of this chapter)