Reaching out to grab the air, Hei Qu, who was sneakily chatting with Qinghe, was caught by the back of his neck.

Li Yueqi shook him like dice, and shiny new hardcover books fell out of Hei Qu's body.

They were all proper books.

Li Yueqi: "These are for you... um!"

Seeing these new books, the Mother Tree didn't wait for Li Yueqi to finish, and rushed forward with an "Ah!" and hugged Li Yueqi tightly.

"Thank you, sister!"

"Loosen... loosen up, I'm going to die..."

The Mother Tree applied too much force. The Village could handle it, but Li Yueqi almost suffocated.

Escaping from the embrace, Li Yueqi clutched her chest, "Also, please don't call me sister, I can't bear it..."

"Then... I'll call you mom!"

"That's even worse!"

"Mom!"

While Li Yueqi's seniority increased dramatically, Cat Lady Emperor was already trembling.

She was lying on the ground with her butt sticking up, reading the book "Crab Castle King and the Killer Shovel."

Just by the title, she thought it should be the least scary, but it turned out she was wrong.

The title was deceiving; this book was terrifying.

Cat Lady Emperor wanted to read but was scared. She tremblingly took out an old walnut, wanting to play some soothing music to steel her nerves, but after several presses, there was no response.

"Oh? It's broken."

Coincidentally, at that moment, her cat ears twitched, and she looked up.

She saw her acquaintance standing there.

It was 'Chen Qin.'

She was soaking wet, half-hidden in darkness, with the black sword sliding from her drooping sleeve.

Just like a made-up story in a book...

...

Meanwhile, at Thousand Mechanism Pavilion.

Watching the Memory Stone with the bouncy snake-tailed girl, Junior Sister nudged Zhang Ze's chin with her head.

"How about we take another trip to Chang State?"

"What for?" Zhang Ze felt a bit hot and pulled out his stifled hand.

"To see the spectacle! If we go now, we might even catch a wedding feast." Junior Sister nudged again.

"What's so good about a wedding feast..." Zhang Ze wanted to say more, but after Junior Sister pinched him, he quickly changed his tune, "Might as well take a look. I'll ask about the situation there first."

Gently pushing Junior Sister aside, Zhang Ze took out the walnut, fumblingly fiddling with it.

The address book's annotations were peculiar, outsiders wouldn't know who was who.

[Sea of Stone][Bomb King][Square Pig][Honorable 30-year Tribute]

Besides a few commonly used ones, Zhang Ze didn't really remember many people.

Luckily, even though the annotations were strange, the grouping was even stranger.

His address book wasn't divided by names or sects, but by the locations of the contacts.

Thanks to Fuji and Xiangxiang's intelligence network, the address book was updated regularly.

To prevent anyone from picking up his walnut and using it directly, Zhang Ze went to great lengths.

Finding the Chang State section, he casually picked a contact with the annotation [Holy Crap] and dialed.

Once connected, Zhang Ze cleared his throat, "Ahem, who are you?"

Saying this, Zhang Ze felt rather uneasy.

There was no helping it; it sounded like a scam.

[I'm Xiaoxue.]

Soon, a leisurely voice answered from the other end.

[What's up?]

"Nothing major, I just wanted to ask how Mother Tree and Village are doing." Zhang Ze carefully chose his words, trying to sound normal. "Do we need to lift the bridal sedan, block the door... you know."

[No need, nothing's happening here. Mother Tree is normal, and so is Village. I'm in the garden now.]

Zhang Ze: "So we..."

[Nothing needs to be done. If something happens, I'll notify you through the walnut.]

After speaking, without waiting for Zhang Ze's reply, the other side hung up.

Putting down the walnut, Zhang Ze pensively lowered his head and saw Junior Sister looking up at him.

"What did he say?"

...

Chang State, somewhere east.

Tang Senior walked ahead like an old possum, followed by a group of disciples like small possums.

Everyone held a small notebook, seriously recording Tang Senior's earnest teachings amidst his tall tales.

As the leader of the small possums, Tang Junior was experienced, not really listening, drawing one little turtle after another in his notebook.

The grandfather's words were dense; listening too earnestly would only cause trouble. It's better to record everything with a spell and task someone at the sect to help understand later.

Tang Junior's hand never stopped, soon filling another page, while stealing glances around, contemplating tomorrow night's livestream.

Though Chang State had no one, its land was indeed mystical. Even without filming forbidden things, fun could be found.

Like those frogs that explode when stepped on...

Tang Junior took a step back, with no visible action from his hands, countless Tao Talismans formed of Spiritual Qi appeared, protecting him and the disciples behind.

After a series of explosions, Tang Junior waved away the smoke. "Grandfather, are you alright?"

Yet ahead was only a huge pit, with no sign of Tang Senior.

Just as he was about to look, Tang Senior's voice came from behind him.

"Mere frogs, they can't harm a Taoist."

Tang Junior: "Huh? When did you protect me in front, grandfather?"

Tang Senior: "Can't you see clearly? You still need practice, youngster."

Not waiting for Tang Junior's retort, Tang Senior stepped forward, took the turtle-filled notebook from Tang Junior, flipped through it, and casually commented.