Chapter 60: Chapter 60: The Nonexistent Hong Mansion

That’s right, a vortex suddenly appeared right in front of Jiang Ming’s eyes, could this be… a space vortex?

The vortex flashed and disappeared, and the Little White Deer vanished as well.

Jiang Ming rubbed his temples.

This Little White Deer is indeed no ordinary creature.

Space is the most difficult power to control next to time. At least in the Cyan Cloud Sect, apart from storage bags, there’s nothing like a transmission array.

There’s not a single cultivation technique about space in the Scripture Pavilion of the Cyan Cloud Sect either.

The Little White Deer left like the Riddler, and Jiang Ming did not know what it wanted to convey. Glancing at the White Deer Jade Pendant in his hand, Jiang Ming decided to put it into the storage bag.

After thinking it over, Jiang Ming still decided to put it on a red string and hang it around his chest.

These Spirit Points… Jiang Ming was a bit greedy for them.

Jiang Ming encountered a situation where they couldn’t be absorbed for the first time. Since there was no way to study it, Jiang Ming just let it be.

Walking out the door, he gave some pointers to the disciples who were still practicing martial arts at the front gate of the Martial Arts Hall.

Amidst the voices of gratitude from the disciples, he strolled out of the Martial Arts Hall.

Jiang Ming felt an urgency, whether it was the presence of Divine Buddha Celestial Demon or the eerie aspects of the White Cloud Martial Arts Hall, all made him sense danger.

Continuously becoming stronger is naturally the main goal. To become stronger requires a large amount of Spirit Points and Simulation Points.

The current small goal is to hunt evil spirits through the channel of Chaofeng Pavilion and first exchange for the Blazing Fire Ring, an initial stage magical artifact from Li Jin.

With this magical artifact, Jiang Ming could significantly compensate for his attacking methods as a cultivator.

With the Divine Sense, the world before him became much clearer.

More mysteriously, Jiang Ming tried infusing the Divine Sense and True Essence into his eyes. The Netherworld Ice Spring seemed to have trained Jiang Ming in some kind of pupil skill.

When activated using Divine Sense True Essence, Jiang Ming’s eyes could see this world much more clearly.

Every detail before him could be taken in by Jiang Ming’s eyes.

The shouts of street vendors.

The play of children.

The parade of young masters and young ladies.

Even the steam from the wonton stall and the hidden props of the street performer.

Everything on the street was captured in Jiang Ming’s eyes.

“Hmm?”

Jiang Ming suddenly paused his steps.

The people around looked for a moment, then no one paid attention to Jiang Ming.

Jiang Ming’s gaze was fixed on one spot.

There lay a pile of dry grass and a few baskets, with a few vendors shouting in front of it.

Just now, this place was clearly an alleyway.

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Sister Chen walked out of the side gate of the Hong Mansion with ease, carrying a basket, she greeted the gatekeeper and went out along the alley.

Sister Chen is a servant of the Hong Family, and as she looked at the few rewards hidden in her basket, she was in a rather good mood.

Master Hong’s third wife gave birth to a chubby boy, which delighted the master, who bestowed quite a bit of reward money.

Today, with the day off, Sister Chen could return to her little home in the outer city and use this money to improve her family’s meals.

At the front of the alley were several children with braided pigtails playing.

Sister Chen sighed as she looked at these children.

More than ten years ago, when she first started working at the Hong Mansion, the two children of the Hong Family were as lively and adorable as these children.

But unfortunately… over the years, the Hong Family seemed to have been cursed.

Over the years, these children all met their end, each dying exactly in their eighth year of life.

The Hong Family had invited several renowned martial artists in the city, even summoned the officials from the City Lord’s Mansion, but nothing was discovered.

Left with no choice, this bizarre case was classified as a family hereditary curse of the Hong Family.

As these thoughts flashed through Sister Chen’s mind, her hand picked some items from a nearby vendor’s stall.

Buying some food for her greedy husband, and these little trinkets could be for the children…

“Big sister!”

A cold hand grasped Sister Chen’s arm.

It was a little beggar by the side of the road.

The little beggar looked at her with wide eyes in disbelief, gripping tightly.

A breath or two later, he suddenly let go.

Sister Chen was somewhat displeased but seeing the pitiful look of the little beggar, she took a piece of cake out of her basket and handed it to the beggar.

“Eat… ah, this world…”

Although the commodity economy of Evergreen City is quite developed, it is still hard for the people at the bottom to live.

“You, you… are you Chen Rui…”

The beggar on the ground looked at Sister Chen with fear in his eyes, his words trembling.

“Oh? Who are you?”

“How, how could this be!”

“No… no… I don’t know you, go away…”

The beggar seemed overly stimulated. Just now, he was excited, but now a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and he quickly left.

“This is strange…”

Sister Chen was a bit puzzled.

When she turned her head, the street before her had become an alleyway again.

And even her outfit had changed, as did the items in her basket.

The end of the alleyway led directly to the Hong Mansion.

One moment, it was a bustling street in front of her; now, it had turned into an alleyway, and Sister Chen felt no confusion.

But behind her, where was the entrance to the alley? Clearly, it was a pitch-black void she couldn’t see through.

Sister Chen naturally walked toward the Hong Mansion.

Until a rumbling sound came from behind.

“Boom!”

The stone wall collapsed, dust flying.

A hand was placed on Sister Chen’s shoulder.

“Big sister… is this the Hong Mansion?”

Jiang Ming stared fixedly at the figure before him.

At the end of the alleyway outside, the people seemed to not notice that Jiang Ming had destroyed the stone wall, continuing with their own affairs.

“Ah? Yes, are you looking for Master Hong?”

Sister Chen turned around, a smile on her face.

Jiang Ming’s eyes narrowed slightly.

He swept a hand across his waist pouch, and a bronze token appeared in his hand.

“I am from the City Lord’s Mansion.”

“Oh! An official from the City Lord’s Mansion! Please, come!”

“Old Zhang, the official from the City Lord’s Mansion is here.”

“Little Li, quickly call the master.”

“Sir, please this way.”

Jiang Ming followed Sister Chen straight into the Hong Mansion.

He looked around.

The map of Minghong Square appeared in his mind.

There was no Hong Mansion here at all.

In the entire Evergreen City, there was no Hong Family, at least not now.

“Interesting.”

Jiang Ming sat on a chair in the hall, not touching the tea served by the servants, but slowly rubbing the bronze token in his hand.

A flicker of light glimmered on the token.

Jiang Ming was transmitting a message to the City Lord’s Mansion.

Hong Family, there was no Hong Family in today’s Evergreen City.

But eighteen years ago, Evergreen City did have a small family called the Hong Family.

This small family, however, had long since perished.

Jiang Ming’s eyes scanned the surroundings.

The expressions on the faces of the servants and maids present were natural, yet filled with an indescribable eeriness.

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