Only at the Mahayana Stage Does the Reversal System Appear - Chapter 348

Chapter 348 The Last Book

The Full Moon Banquet wasn’t held in the Human Emperor Palace, but in the Great Zhou.

Public matters are public, private matters are private; these must be clearly distinguished.

Commander Liu, a rare exception, had requested a day off.

As the second-in-command of the Human Emperor Palace, Commander Liu naturally turned to the number one, Jiang Li.

But when Commander Liu approached Jiang Li for leave, something felt strange.

Wasn’t it my job to be in charge of the Human Emperor Palace?

Jiang Li chuckled, quickly approved Commander Liu’s request, and hung up the telecom talisman.

Jiang Li flew to the Great Zhou Imperial City. Seeing it was still early, he wandered around.

He entered a bookstore and noticed some people with worried faces, all busy scrambling for a particular book.

“Hey, bro, what are you grabbing?” Jiang Li was puzzled. Their movements looked like they were grabbing supplies at the end of the world.

Jiang Li wouldn’t use his spiritual sense in a bookstore; if he did, the contents of every book would flood his mind, ruining the fun of reading.

It’s best to read a book page by page, with a sense of anticipation.

The man eyed Jiang Li warily, and seeing he genuinely didn’t know, he showed him what he had snatched.

It was the highly unhealthy book written by the Ma Zhuo couple.

Even though the Great Zhou had strict laws, it still had a human touch and didn’t completely ban the sale of unhealthy books.

As long as they weren’t blatantly and brazenly sold, the Great Zhou would turn a blind eye.

After all, these could be considered enlightenment books.

Therefore, the Ma Zhuo couple’s works were very popular in the Great Zhou.

“It’s out of print. The author said he’ll never write again. This is his last book. It’s a huge loss,” the man said bitterly. He turned to the last page, which contained a message from the author. It

essentially stated that the author had learned from his mistakes and decided to stop writing. He would never allow the publisher to publish again, and that everyone would forget about it.

This final book had become a commemorative book, and the fight for it wasn’t so much about grabbing it as it was about commemorating a beautiful youth,

even if that youth was difficult to talk about.

Jiang Li didn’t need to buy the book; he was just there for the fun.

He heard someone sigh, “Another great man has been lost. The only one still writing books is Teacher Qingyu.”

The Ma Zhuo couple were much older than Jiang Li. They had been writing books before Jiang Li’s time travel and were well-known in their small circle.

Teacher Qingyu had also been writing books before Jiang Li’s time travel, leading to speculation about who would stop writing first.

Now, it seemed Teacher Qingyu had the last laugh.

The person who showed Jiang Li the out-of-print book paid the bill and slipped away.

Such books aren’t recorded in the account books; the bookstore owner has to keep track of them.

Otherwise, if the Great Zhou officials came to audit and collect taxes and discovered that the Ma Zhuo couple’s books were still being sold, it would be a real bummer.

The Great Zhou turned a blind eye to such matters; it wasn’t completely blind.

…

Jiang Li followed the address given by Commander Liu and arrived at the best restaurant in the Great Zhou. Jiang Li had heard that this place was expensive, and that meals were paid for with high-grade spirit stones.

It was perfect for someone like Jiang Li, whose storage ring only held high-grade spirit stones.

He realized he had arrived early. Only Commanders Ma Zhuo and Liu were present.

“Palace Master, long time no see.” Commanders Ma and Zhuo greeted Jiang Li warmly, their faces beaming with smiles.

“My husband and I have already booked the entire restaurant. Palace Master, don’t worry. We’re not using our status to pressure anyone; we’re relying on our financial resources.”

Putting aside the two commanders’ side hustles, their status as cultivators in the Fusion Stage alone was enough to demonstrate their financial resources.

Booking an entire restaurant with the financial resources of a Fusion Stage cultivator was no small feat.

Commander Zhuo was still as graceful as ever, only a month pregnant, and from the outside, her belly looked normal.

“After all this hard work, you’re finally pregnant. Boy or girl?” Although such things could be determined with a single scan using spiritual sense, Jiang Li couldn’t use it to scan a pregnant woman.

“Boy.”

According to ancient texts, at the moment of conception, a woman crosses the Forgetful River, consumes Mengpo Decoction, and her soul is cleansed for reincarnation, merging with the embryo. At this point, the child’s s*x is determined, even if it’s life itself.

“You’re here so early.” Zhang Konghu also arrived, dressed very formally, clearly having carefully groomed himself.

In contrast, Jiang Li and the others were dressed more casually.

“Fortunately, I’m not the last to arrive.” Commander Mu arrived late, having hurried from Southern Xinjiang.

His investigation revealed that there were many cultivators of the demonic path in Southern Xinjiang. After a round of cleansing, many remained. He was currently working with the Greater and Lesser Witch Nations to eliminate the remaining cultivators.

“I’m coming.” Seeing everyone present, Commander Huang, who had been hiding in the distance, flew over hesitantly.

“Old Huang, you must control your cultivation technique.” Commander Ma Zhuo eyed Commander Huang warily. Commander Huang’s technique could cause those within range to confuse friend and foe, causing negative emotions like loss and depression.

While they were at the Fusion Stage and weren’t afraid of Commander Huang’s influence, the unborn child was a different story.

They struggled with the idea of inviting Commander Huang to come, but ultimately decided to invite him for the sake of their colleague.

“I’m here. It’s all right.” Jiang Li used his Mahayana cultivation as a guarantee.

Hearing this, Commander Ma Zhuo finally relaxed, and Commander Huang looked at Jiang Li gratefully.

Jiang Li’s worries hadn’t materialized; Commander Ma Zhuo had already arranged the meal.

“What would you like to drink?” Commander Ma asked.

“Hawthorn juice,” Jiang Li said. He wasn’t particularly interested in alcohol.

“Peach juice,” Commander Liu said.

“Spring water.” As a child, Zhang Konghu trained in southern Xinjiang, honing his body by eating animal meat and drinking spring water. It became a habit for him to drink only water.

It was then that he developed the habit of insisting on sleeping.

Only with adequate sleep can one have the energy to face various challenges the next day.

“Sparkling water.” Commander Mu said, this is a drink that has become popular in the Great Zhou recently.

“Isn’t it not good for me to drink alone? Then I’ll drink water.” Commander Huang is alone and often drinks to relieve his sorrow. He likes to drink.

However, since no one drinks, it would seem too different for him to drink alone, so he followed Zhang Konghu’s example and drank water.

What Commander Huang envied most was Zhang Konghu’s ability to make friends with everyone, and he tried to imitate his behavior.

Commander Ma Zhuo didn’t plan to drink either, as it would have a bad influence on the children.

One dish after another was served. There are two types of food for cultivators: one that focuses on the effect of improving their cultivation, and the other that focuses on taste and doesn’t care about the effect of improving their cultivation.

Commander Ma Zhuo naturally chose the second type of food.

They have passed the stage of relying on food to improve their cultivation.

“We are deeply honored that everyone has come from so far away to attend our child’s full moon banquet. The Palace Master’s presence is an unexpected surprise. On behalf of my wife and our unborn child, I would like to express my sincere gratitude for everyone’s coming.”

“Everyone, enjoy yourselves.”

(End of this chapter)