The fortune teller's daughter has married, and all the wealthy families in the city are spoilin

Song Qingge doesn't remember how she fell asleep.

My last memory was of being kissed.

They kissed for a long time.

Her brain went blank, her blood boiled, and then she lost consciousness and fell asleep.

Watching the girl fall asleep, Jiang Zhou tucked her in, wrapped his arms around her slender waist, and closed his eyes.

He arrived at a rooftop party.

The lights are dazzling and the buildings are towering skyscrapers as far as the eye can see.

On the edge of the pool, men and women in swimsuits were playing, and some were even kissing in a corner.

The others chatted amicably while holding their wine glasses, swaying gently to the music, and occasionally someone would come up to greet him.

"President Jiang, congratulations! I never imagined that the small 'Civilized Village' project would be developed into such a large and powerful enterprise by the Jiang family. Now it has revitalized several villages. You are now the darling of the government, hahaha."

Others chimed in.

"Yes, President Jiang is really amazing."

"We are all here tonight to celebrate the Civilized Village project. The world needs talents like President Jiang, who think of the people and do practical things."

Jiang Zhou had heard similar compliments many times. He smiled politely in response, not taking them to heart. He took a sip of his wine and subtly changed the subject.

During the conversation, everyone's attention was focused on the elevator entrance.

A beautiful girl walked in through the halo, wearing an elegant white dress adorned with tiny gold diamonds, making her look radiant.

Jiang Zhou smiled, put down his wine glass, and strode over, one hand behind his back and the other extended gentlemanly: "Thank you, Miss Song, for accepting my invitation."

Tonight is a celebration banquet for the Jiang family's successful completion of the Civilized Village series of projects, a symbol of the Jiang family's return to the top.

His most important day.

And she is his lover, and the protagonist of tonight.

Without her, the Jiang family would not be what it is today.

It's just... a little unreal.

Jiang Zhou was stunned for a moment.

Why does it feel unreal? This is clearly the rooftop bar he personally booked a week from now...

and many more.

His pupils dilated slightly as he raised his arm to look at his watch.

The time and date shown above are indeed today, but he has no recollection of yesterday, the day before yesterday, or the day before that.

What did he do?

As he tried to recall those events, a terrified scream suddenly rang in his ears.

Following the sound, I suddenly realized that everyone, including the music, had stopped.

They were both looking in the same direction.

Jiang Zhou looked over there.

His dark pupils widened instantly.

Forgetting everything that had just happened, he ran over quickly, his long legs calling out, "Qingge!"

On the railing, Song Qingge had already fallen outside, clinging tightly to the railing with one hand.

Her slender arms trembled.

She tried to throw out a yellow talisman to save herself.

Suddenly, the sturdy railing broke for no apparent reason, and Song Qingge fell down with it.

"don't want!"

Jiang Zhou screamed and sat up, everything went black before her eyes, and she gasped for breath.

In front of me was a familiar bedroom.

He subconsciously reached out to find the person next to him and discovered that Qingge's brows were furrowed, she was not awake, but her hands were tightly gripping the blanket.

It was exactly the same as when I grabbed the railing just now.

A moment later, she suddenly opened her eyes.

"You were dreaming too, weren't you?"

That's so true.

The time, place, setting, guests... everything felt so real.

Was it really a dream?

His death was imminent, likely around the time of the party, which was one of the reasons for deciding to hold the party.

Even if he doesn't survive, this project will pave the way for the Jiang family's future.

With an officially supported project in hand, no one would dare to touch the Jiang family in the short term, which made him feel a little more at ease.

But in my dream just now, it was Qingge who fell down.

"It really is going to happen, right? You saved my life."

He stared at Song Qingge, not missing a single expression on her face.

I'm hoping she'll give a negative answer.

However, no.

"I won't let you die." Jiang Zhou's tone was firm and unwavering.

Song Qingge didn't know why she suddenly dreamed about the future, as if God was reminding them that their happy days were coming to an end.

The party is in a week... She needs to carefully consider how to break this deadlock.

The next morning, when she woke up, there was no one beside her. Without asking Jiang Zhou what he had decided to do, she began to accelerate her cultivation and search for a solution.

Jiang's top-floor office.

Fang Kai said with a troubled expression, "President Jiang, we've already booked the top floor. Their rule is that reservations can't be cancelled if they're less than a week old, and yesterday was the last day for cancellations."

Only six days left.

We absolutely must not let the outcome of the dream happen.

"Then let's go somewhere else." As long as Qingge is safe and sound, spending a little more money is no big deal.

Fang Kai didn't understand, but he did as instructed.

The workers dared not guess what the boss meant.

"Where should we book?"

The image of Qingge falling from the building flashed through Jiang Zhou's mind, and he frowned deeply: "The first floor, anywhere is fine, as long as it's the first floor, indoors!"

Fang Kai searched his mind for a suitable banquet hall to host the party that would be available in six days.

"Other places might be too crowded to book in time, so how about we use the largest banquet hall on the first floor of our newly built six-star hotel?"

The hotel was just built, and after renovation, it was left idle for three months to thoroughly remove formaldehyde. It is now ready for completion.

The banquet hall is currently vacant as it has not yet been opened to the public for banquets.

Choosing that location will also save some of the promotional work for the hotel's opening.

The "Civilized Village" project has garnered widespread public attention, and many prominent figures from the media and news industry will be invited to attend that day—it's a free publicity opportunity!

Jiang Zhou didn't have time to think too much; after considering it, he made a decision.

Before leaving the office, Fang Kai turned back: "By the way, President Jiang, the banquet setup will be postponed by one day. The wiring in the banquet hall is still being finalized, and it will be ready for handover tomorrow."

"It's alright, you can arrange it." Jiang Zhou felt a little relieved.

They didn't take it seriously, but little did they know that it almost led to a major tragedy.

……

Song Qingge had originally cancelled all subsequent reservations for six days later in order to reduce the use of spiritual energy, conserve her strength, and focus on cultivation.

The little devil interrupted me with a sudden wall-penetration.

"Sister Song, Sister Song, something's happened! Something's happened!"

He floated around with his small body, swaying back and forth in front of Song Qingge, who was sitting in meditation with her eyes closed.

Song Qingge didn't open her eyes: "What is it? Where's your father, Yue?"

"Something's wrong at the dilapidated temple, there's no use going to him." The little devil skillfully poured himself a large gulp of water.

He swallowed it quickly: "Burp~ I'm so thirsty on this journey."

Who knows how hot it was for him to fly over under the scorching sun to see Sister Song!

"Today was supposed to be the day for the disciples of the Xuanmen to practice their skills. Father Yue said that someone was causing trouble at the dilapidated temple and asked me to watch over it. Since I was just a proctor, I stayed behind. I didn't expect that the new people who moved next door, I don't know their name, but it was a Xuanxue organization. About seven or eight of them came to cause trouble, saying that the landlord was their friend and that they would not rent to us anymore, and that we should move out immediately."

To make it easier for the disciples to gather together for practice, they used government subsidies to rent a fairly large space that could accommodate the disciples' usual training.

Song Qingge, who had been sitting cross-legged, stood up abruptly and said as she walked, "The landlord is here too? We signed a lease agreement, and they have to pay a penalty for breach of contract."

"He didn't come." The little devil followed along: "I can't get through to the landlord's phone. I don't know why, but I just can't get through. When I do get through, it's just a buzzing sound from the electricity, and I can't hear anything."

When they couldn't get through to us on the phone, they became even more arrogant and started smashing things!

Although the older brothers tried to stop him, it wasn't a solution, so he sneaked out to find Sister Song.

With time running out, Song Qingge took out a bronze sword from her spatial talisman and threw out a flying talisman.

Modern magnetic fields cannot support direct sword flight, but it can be done easily with a yellow talisman.

Song Qingge stepped onto the bronze sword, stood on the balcony, and waved to the little ghost who was staring in disbelief behind her: "Come on up, don't fly, save your energy."

"Oh, wow! Yay!"

When he actually stepped onto the bronze sword and flew up, the little devil was so excited that he almost lost his footing and jumped off.

Fortunately, he can fly on his own, so he won't fall to his death.

(No, he's already dead ┭┮﹏┭┮)

The two, one large and one small, flew across the sky. The ground was too far away to see them at all, otherwise it would have caused an explosion.

They quickened their pace.

Inside the Xuanmen (mysterious gate).

The two pushed and shoved each other, neither willing to give way.

Although the disciples of the Xuanmen sect had not been exposed to metaphysics for long, they had at least learned some skills, throwing out talismans to form a transparent barrier.

When members of a small, unorthodox folk cult tried to force their way through but couldn't, and couldn't see what was blocking their way, they went mad.

"Wow, could they actually be quite skilled?"

"How could that be! Look at all this stuff in the room, it's all broken metal, nothing of value. How could it possibly be some legitimate Taoist sect?"

"But I heard that the very famous Master Song, yes, her Xuanmen sect seems to be around here."

The selection of the Xuanmen site by Master Song is very mysterious online. He has never revealed which disciples he has recruited. Only some of the rejected disciples have posted online.

However, they did not provide any useful information, because before the in-person interviews, Yue Lingyu had already screened out some people who did not have talent.

So they didn't even get to see Yue Lingyu and Song Qingge.

Those who later participated in in-person interviews all signed confidentiality agreements, prohibiting them from disclosing any information about the interviews or Xuanmen, otherwise they would be held legally responsible.

The confidentiality agreement was officially certified, so none of the candidates who participated in the in-person interview dared to misbehave.

Moreover, all those who can participate in the offline interviews are selected by Yue Lingyu. They are people who truly like metaphysics and have a foundation in it. They are not just here to join in the fun or to make a fuss. They will not go online to post anything.

The Xuanmen disciples behind the barrier could finally rest, slumping in their chairs and patting their arms and legs that had been pinched, squeezed, and hit.

"It's so sour! Let's see what we do when the sect leader comes back."

"It's really unfortunate that the deputy sect leader had something to do and couldn't come, otherwise these people would have been driven away long ago."

The second disciple to speak, with medium-length hair, was the second disciple. He tossed his flowing, ethereal hair and turned to ask, "Fifth brother, haven't you gotten through to the landlord yet?"

The fifth disciple's eyes were completely lifeless, and he said listlessly, "Speechless, it feels like the signal has been blocked."

As he spoke, the sixth disciple, who was flipping through a textbook on metaphysics, stopped abruptly.

Close your eyes.

"Sixth brother, what are you doing?"

"Shh." The eldest disciple made a "shh" gesture.

Among their seven disciples, the sixth brother had the strongest ability to "search the environment and sense things".

As long as you close your eyes, you are focusing on sensing your environment, including the situation within a few miles and the latest developments.

"have."

Three seconds later, the fifth brother slowly opened his eyes and looked at the fifth brother.

The fifth brother slapped his thigh: "I knew it! Someone's trying to mess with us. What are we going to do now? With the combined spiritual power of the seven of us, this barrier can only hold for two more minutes at most. What if we really have to fight hand-to-hand then?"

Outside the barrier, members of the metaphysical organization, burly and strong, were still struggling to break through.

Looking at themselves again, they were all thin-armed and thin-legged. The eldest brother, the second brother, and the seventh brother were all big, especially the seventh brother, who was the one with the most fighting strength.

(After all, he used to be a professional thug)

But we still can't beat those guys who all have big arms.

While I was agonizing over it, time ticked by, and soon two minutes had passed.

The barrier disappeared automatically.

"That's enough! Damn it, smash it!"