He grabbed a large chopstick-full and stuffed it into his mouth without hesitation.
The joy of slurping noodles lay in the immense satisfaction of swallowing huge mouthfuls.
The rice noodles were smooth, the minced meat savory and fragrant, offering a rich and hearty texture. In the blink of an eye, he had polished off the large bowl of noodles.
Next, he picked up the earthen clay pot soup.
It was a century egg and meat patty soup, simmered for a long time in the small clay pot. The broth was clear, and lifting the lid released a pure, meaty aroma.
The principle was similar to the stewed soups he often drank in Eastern Guangdong, just with purer ingredients.
The stewed soups of Eastern Guangdong used everything that flew in the sky or crawled on the ground; even scorpions and centipedes could be used as ingredients.
He scooped up a spoonful of soup, blew on it to cool it down, and brought it to his mouth.
Savory and mellow.
The umami of the meat patty and the unique flavor of the century egg blended perfectly into the broth. The warmth slid down his throat and straight into his stomach, dispelling the last trace of the early morning chill.
Full and satisfied, Lin Mo stood up, walked over to the busy auntie, and gave her a thumbs up.
"Auntie, the food is really good. I will definitely come back again before I return to Eastern Guangdong."
The auntie was just giving change to a customer. Hearing this, she beamed, revealing a mouth full of white teeth: "That is wonderful! Next time you come, I will add an extra spoonful of minced meat for you!"
Lin Mo smiled and walked out of the noodle shop, merging back into the flow of the market.
The hawking in the streets, the aroma of food, and the clamor of the crowd blended together, filled with a lively, everyday atmosphere.
Just then, the phone in his pocket buzzed and vibrated.
Lin Mo casually answered it, his voice still carrying a bit of the laziness of having just eaten his fill.
"What is it?"
"Lin Mo! You finally turned on your phone!" The voice of Liu Zheng on the other end sounded like a heavy burden had been lifted.
"What do you want?" Lin Mo stretched, his joints letting out a series of subtle pops as his whole body relaxed.
Liu Zheng fell silent for a moment on the other end of the line, seemingly organizing his words, before finally letting out a long sigh: "Where exactly are you right now?"
"Hero City. Did you guys not already know that?" Lin Mo let out a soft chuckle, devoid of any warmth.
That laugh was like an ice pick, precisely piercing Liu Zheng's nerves, causing a cold sweat to instantly break out on his back.
"You cannot blame me for monitoring your whereabouts, nor can you blame Group Leader Dongfang. It was requested by the General Bureau. Of course, it was not General Director Long who gave the order, but rather requests from some other people."
Liu Zheng frantically tried to cover himself, clearing his name of everything he possibly could.
"Alright, then tell them, no comment. I am not a member of your Yanhuang Awakening. Like Mundo, I go wherever I please."
With that, he cleanly hung up the phone, leaving behind only a string of busy tones.
"Sigh..." In his office, Liu Zheng put down his phone and slumped dejectedly against the back of his chair.
He stared at the computer screen and finally resigned himself to typing on the keyboard, sending Lin Mo's exact words to Dongfang Shuye without missing a single syllable.
The reply was almost instantaneous.
Dongfang Shuye: "If nothing unexpected happens, he is going to Longhu Mountain."
Looking at this line of text, Liu Zheng's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly asked, "Then... do we need to inform him about some things regarding Longhu Mountain in advance? Just in case..."
The brief silence brought Liu Zheng's heart into his throat.
After a moment of silence on the other end, Dongfang Shuye finally replied: "Wait a moment, I will bring it up with Director Long."
Liu Zheng stared fixedly at the continuously moving red dot on the computer screen, which represented Lin Mo's phone signal.
The red dot had already left the urban area of Hero City and was rapidly moving along the national highway, heading straight for Western Jiangxi, its destination as clear as day.
Longhu Mountain!
Liu Zheng did not know much about Longhu Mountain either, but he knew from some internal documents that Longhu Mountain's overall strength was much more formidable than that of the Quanzhen Sect.
Naturally, Yanhuang Awakening did not want Lin Mo to come into conflict with Longhu Mountain.
More than ten minutes later, just as Liu Zheng was about to squeeze marks into his chair's armrests, Dongfang Shuye finally called back.
"Director Long has made a decision."
Dongfang Shuye's tone was as calm as ever. "To avoid unnecessary trouble, the organization has decided to send someone over to act as a tour guide for Lin Mo. I will simultaneously notify Longhu Mountain, saying that we are sending someone to accompany him on an inspection."
"A tour guide? Send who? Has our Yanhuang Awakening turned into a tourism bureau?" Even he found his own words ridiculous.
"There is no tour guide. It is actually one of the Twenty-Four Solar Terms Envoys."
"Ah, this..."
Lin Mo looked at the message that popped up on his phone screen. He tapped the screen lightly with his fingertip, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
"Han Lu? Twenty-Four Solar Terms Envoy? Acting as a tour guide?"
What kind of weirdos were in Yanhuang Awakening, always coming up with such flashy names.
Lin Mo could not help but reply with a message.
"So Xia Zhi is also a Twenty-Four Solar Terms Envoy?"
Liu Zheng quickly replied, "No, her surname is simply Xia and her given name is Zhi."
Lin Mo found it hilarious just thinking about it.
However, he still replied, "Alright, having someone take me to eat some good food works too."
On the other end of the phone, Liu Zheng sweatdropped. Han Lu, who was originally stationed at Longhu Mountain, was the liaison officer between Yanhuang Awakening and Longhu Mountain.
But with her mediating, there should not be any chaos.
Lin Mo also knew what Liu Zheng and the others were thinking.
Were they not just afraid that he would go up there to challenge their dojo?
Honestly, Lin Mo really was not. He just wanted to go and look at Longhu Mountain's ancient texts, to see if these places also had methods for cultivating immortality.
Or perhaps, if they were merely cultivation techniques.
With his hands in his pockets, Lin Mo soon arrived at the Taoist Capital.
Although it was just a simple prefecture-level city, it was quite famous because of the existence of Longhu Mountain.
It was just that Lin Mo did not quite understand why Taoist places like Longhu Mountain were not as famous as real estate developers like the Shaolin Temple.
Look at those fat-headed, big-eared monks, living in luxury.
Who would believe they got that fat just by eating vegetarian food?
Meanwhile, in Sanqing Ancient Town.
A woman with disheveled hair and a cigarette dangling from her mouth leaned against a wall and cursed, "Damn it! I already do not get along with those old Taoist noses, and now you want me to mediate between a big shot and them? What do you take me for? A condom?"
A voice came from the other end.
"Heh, does this not give you a chance to borrow a knife to kill someone? Whoever pissed you off before, you can just use Lin Mo to help you beat them up. Would that not settle it?"
"You are right, a fresh brain is more useful. But I do not know where he is. He should be coming to Sanqing Ancient Town too, right?"
"You have not gone to find him?!"
"Well, if he is coming to the Celestial Master Mansion, does he not have to pass through Sanqing Ancient Town?"
"Fuck, did I not send you his signal location?"
"Oh, I forgot to look."
Han Lu looked at the location on her phone and could not help but say.
"How is he already up on Longhu Mountain?"
"Heh, just a fledgling greenhorn."
The call disconnected. Han Lu's slightly crazy and fierce expression instantly vanished, and she spat the cigarette from her mouth onto the ground.
"Are they trying to use me as a gun?"

iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”