Chapter 158: The Wealthy and Arrogant Yin Fox

“Hello, may I ask where I can buy tanghulu?”

A gentle voice rang out, making the woman pause in surprise.

She looked up to see a fair, slender wrist before her gaze traveled upward, meeting an incredibly beautiful pair of apricot eyes.

The woman’s long black hair shimmered in the sunlight, appearing even softer.

The middle-aged woman stared blankly at the ethereal beauty who had stopped her, stumbling over her words, “This… This street… I think it only sells sugar, not tanghulu. A few years ago, someone sold it, but I haven’t seen any in recent years.”

Do immortals eat tanghulu?

The woman’s eyes drifted toward the man standing beside her, and for a moment, it was as if her gaze was locked in place.

My heavens, she had never seen such a stunning man before.

His red eyes were especially striking—clearly red, yet devoid of warmth.

However, when he looked at the woman, they burned with an obsessive, almost terrifying intensity.

Then, those red eyes turned toward her.

Instantly, a bone-chilling cold spread through her body, making her shiver.

She pointed a trembling finger ahead, “T-There’s no tanghulu stall, but over there, someone sells hawthorn berries.”

“Buqi, let’s go take a look,” Jiang Niannian pulled Yin Buqi toward the stall.

She felt nostalgic for Nian City and wanted to explore a little more.

“Hawthorn berries for sale! Sweet and sour hawthorn berries!”

Seeing potential customers, the hawthorn vendor immediately put on a warm smile and eagerly greeted them.

“Stop selling hawthorn berries from now on,” a cold voice instructed.

The vendor froze, looking up at the imposing man clad in luxurious red robes.

He exuded an aura of power that made him seem untouchable.

The vendor quickly bowed his head, “My lord, I’m just a small-time seller. If I’ve offended you in any way…”

“Switch to selling tanghulu,” Yin Buqi said coldly.

“Buqi…” Jiang Niannian shot him a glare.

“What people choose to sell is their own business.”

“Huh?” The vendor looked utterly dumbfounded.

Yin Buqi continued, “From now on, you will sell tanghulu. Niannian wants to eat it.”

The vendor’s stunned expression turned into disbelief.

Is this guy crazy?

Just because he said so, I have to stop selling hawthorn berries and start selling tanghulu?

He must be mad.

But then, Yin Buqi slowly pulled out a pouch from his sleeve and tossed it onto the stall.

“This is a thousand spirit stones. You will receive this amount every month, as long as you continue selling tanghulu.”

The hawthorn vendor’s eyes widened.

He probably wouldn’t earn a thousand spirit stones in an entire year, yet this man was offering the same amount every month?

Only a fool would refuse!

“Are you serious?” The vendor asked hesitantly.

Yin Buqi’s patience was wearing thin.

His red eyes glinted with irritation.

“Naturally.”

“I agree, my lord!”

The vendor thought for a moment before immediately standing up and bowing respectfully.

“Be back here in half an hour. I want to see the first skewer of tanghulu,” Yin Buqi handed him the pouch.

“Don’t do anything foolish.”

If the vendor took the money and ran, it would be no different from seeking death.

The vendor wasn’t stupid.

He nodded fervently, “Understood!”

Jiang Niannian stood beside them, watching with amusement.

She chuckled so hard that she nearly ran out of breath.

Yin Buqi turned to her with a doting gaze.

“Niannian, what’s so funny?”

Jiang Niannian grinned.

“You’re just so extravagant.”

If this were the modern world, he would be the perfect domineering CEO.

Yin Buqi laughed along with her.

As long as Jiang Niannian was happy, he was happy.

He held her hand, saying, “It’ll take a while for the tanghulu to be ready. Let’s go find something to eat first.”

“Alright.”

On the roadside, a sleek wind-carriage was parked.

It looked beautiful, catching Jiang Niannian’s attention.

Yin Buqi waved a hand, signaling a carriage driver.

“Take us somewhere to eat.”

The driver asked, “How about Zhenxiu Pavilion?”

Yin Buqi glanced at Jiang Niannian.

She nodded.

Seeing that, he smiled, his gaze filled with warmth.

In his eyes, there was only her.

“Whatever Niannian wants.”

The wind-carriage glided forward as if riding on air, moving without a sound.

The two sat inside, enjoying the scenery along the way.

When they arrived, Zhenxiu Pavilion was bustling with activity.

The restaurant was made up of hundreds of private pavilions forming a grand circle, with performers in the center singing and playing instruments.

The elegant music never ceased, and everything—from the service to the decor to the cuisine—was of the highest quality.

Naturally, the prices were exorbitant.

But for Yin Buqi, money was never an issue.

He ordered without hesitation, “One of everything on the menu.”

“Wait, wait!” Jiang Niannian quickly stopped him.

“We won’t be able to finish all that.”

“Is that so?” Yin Buqi glanced at the menu again.

“Then… milky jujube treasure, golden cake rolls, osmanthus sauce chicken, pearl tofu, roasted wild goose, peach kernel chicken dices, crab and bamboo shoot slices, lotus seed congee…”

Before he could continue, Jiang Niannian cut in, “That’s enough. We can’t finish more than that.”

“Alright then,” Yin Buqi relented, but then added, “One more serving of sweet and sour pork ribs. And a pot of honey tea.”

“…” Jiang Niannian sighed.

“Buqi, stop ordering.”

Yin Buqi chuckled.

“They’re all your favorites.”

Jiang Niannian smiled helplessly.

“But we can’t eat all that. It’d be wasteful.”

Yin Buqi hesitated for a moment, then said, “If we can’t finish… we’ll take the leftovers back for Coalball.”

Jiang Niannian: “…Forget it.”

Soon, the dishes were served, each one exquisitely prepared. Jiang Niannian was just about to dig in when a commotion erupted downstairs.

A man burst in, declaring, “The current Emperor Jiuyin is none other than the former Young Master of Qingqiu, Yin! Have you all forgotten? He burned your ancestors to death with the Netherfire!”

Jiang Niannian peeked down.

“Huh? Isn’t that… Liu Xichuan? How did his soul end up here?”

Yin Buqi’s eyes darkened.

“A fish that escaped the net. Since he’s here, there’s no need to let his soul remain.”

Downstairs, the gathered people angrily rebuked Liu Xichuan.

“Even if that’s true, we owe our survival to Emperor Jiuyin! We’ve lived for nearly a hundred years thanks to him—he granted us longevity and immortality! Emperor Jiuyin is our benefactor. You have no right to speak ill of him!”

“You fools!” Liu Xichuan sneered.

“Do you really believe immortality is so easily obtained? Only Emperor Jiuyin himself is truly immortal. But I know a secret—there’s one day every month when he’s at his weakest. If we seize that moment to capture him in Fengdu City, he’ll be powerless!”

“If we force him to reveal the truth of immortality and then kill him, we can all become the rulers of the underworld! What do you all think?”

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire hall fell into stunned silence.

Many people turned to stare at a figure behind him with expressions of shock and reverence.

A slow, deliberate applause broke the stillness.

Liu Xichuan turned around, only to see a man clad in red robes standing silently behind him.

His skin was pale, his lips and eyes a striking red, and his long white hair was loosely tied up.

Liu Xichuan found him oddly familiar.

The man lowered his hands, curled his lips into a smile, and asked, “Well said. Tell me, how exactly do you plan to kill Emperor Jiuyin?”