Chapter 117: Fainting Twice in One Day?

By the time Yang Meng woke up, it was already the middle of the night. Lü Liling was beside the sofa, watching him with an anxious expression.

"Mr. Yang, you're awake?" Seeing him stir, Lü Liling asked hurriedly.

Yang Meng sat up and rubbed his temples. "Sending things to the underworld is much more exhausting than I imagined. It's a good thing it was just a bottle of liquor; if I had tried to send something large, I would have lost my life."

Lü Liling quickly asked, "Mr. Yang, how is your recovery?"

Yang Meng stretched his limbs. "Not great. My magical energy has only partially returned." He tested it, but the "Black Domain" flame was merely a tiny spark, no bigger than the head of a match. Sighing, he thought that while the "Black Domain" was indeed a powerful tool, he unfortunately had no clue how to cultivate it.

Hearing that his magical energy hadn't fully recovered, Lü Liling looked nervous. "Then..."

Yang Meng stood up and glanced at Zhang Quanbiao, who was still asleep on the bed. "It's fine. I have enough remaining energy to summon either Bai Qi or Mu Kun. Actually, let's go with Bai Qi; Mu Kun's combat ability certainly doesn't match his."

Hearing this, Lü Liling finally felt relieved.

Yang Meng said to her, "It's night now, so you don't need to stay inside my car key. Lead the way; let's go take a look!"

Lü Liling was taken aback. "Mr. Yang, just you alone?"

Yang Meng nodded. "Of course, just me! Do you think you can bring a whole crowd to deal with something like this?"

"But isn't it dangerous to go alone? Besides, Mr. Yang, it's not that I don't believe General Mu Kun, but I've been there a few times, and there are extremely formidable evil spirits guarding the place. With your current lack of energy, I'm not sure if General Mu Kun or General Bai Qi can subdue those spirits single-handedly," Lü Liling cautioned.

Yang Meng shrugged. "I don't even fear the living, so why should I fear the dead? In this man-eating society, the dead are much safer than the living! Lead the way; I want to see what kind of person is capable of such heinous acts."

Lü Liling looked at Zhang Quanbiao on the bed. "Mr. Yang, is my husband alright? Why hasn't he woken up yet?"

Yang Meng replied, "I can't say whether he will return to his former self, but for now, he is just sleeping. You don't need to worry."

Lü Liling finally set her mind at ease and left the room with Yang Meng.

Yang Meng hopped on his motorcycle and, following Lü Liling's directions, arrived at "Handong World."

Handong World was located near the estuary of the Handong River. It was the most famous luxury residential complex in Handong City, consisting of five ultra-luxurious riverside towers and one high-end clubhouse. The tallest building reached thirty-eight stories, standing at 128 meters.

This was the most expensive residential real estate in all of Handong City. From building materials and interior design to security and auxiliary services, everything used the highest standards. Most importantly, much like Tomson Riviera in Shanghai, if you wanted to buy a place here, you bought the entire floor. The five towers only offered two floor plans: one with six bedrooms, two living rooms, six bathrooms, and a kitchen, and another with eight bedrooms, three living rooms, and nine bathrooms. Buying one floor here was more expensive than buying a villa.

This project was the making of the Long Group.

Back when Long Mingyang bet everything on building Handong World, he faced immense criticism. At the time, the average housing price in Handong City was around two thousand, yet prices here started at fifty thousand. Many said, "Who is Long Mingyang going to sell these to? No one would be stupid enough to buy property here."

In fact, when sales first started, no one bought anything. People were just watching from the sidelines. It wasn't until six months after the launch that a wealthy tycoon finally purchased a unit. Just as everyone was preparing to laugh at Long Mingyang and watch him go bankrupt, the wealthy began buying units like crazy. The final result left everyone exclaiming, "We just don't understand the world of the rich."

Of course, the value matched the price: it featured the best schools, 24-hour concierge service, private butler services, cleaning, business services—if you could think of it, they could do it. The clubhouse offered swimming, fitness, saunas, spas, and private wine parties. As long as you had the money, you were treated like a god.

Their most famous feature was security—24-hour continuous patrols and the best surveillance and alarm systems. Everyone knew the residents were all incredibly wealthy, yet since its construction, there had never been a single police report filed, not even a neighborly dispute. After all, nobody living there was someone to be trifled with, and no one wanted to increase the "difficulty level" of their own life.

Yang Meng was now in a dilemma. If that sorcerer was living inside, how was he supposed to get in?

"Mr. Yang, that sorcerer and his employer live on the 26th floor of Building C! Let's hurry in!" Lü Liling urged.

Yang Meng was so frustrated he wanted to curse. "Go in? How? You can float in! What about me? There are at least ten thousand cameras here! Do you want me to end up in jail after solving your problem?"

Lü Liling hurried to apologize, "Mr. Yang, forgive me, I was too anxious. But what should we do?"

"Don't bother me! I'm thinking!" Yang Meng said, but after a long time, he couldn't come up with a solution. Should he call Long Teng? After all, it was his family's property. But he was here to deal with someone, and the fewer people who knew, the better. It was best not to involve him and invite trouble. Force his way in? Forget it; this was a society governed by law, and he didn't want to create unnecessary trouble for himself.

Lü Liling suggested, "Mr. Yang, you could bring General Mu Kun here. I could lead him to handle this matter; what do you think?"

Yang Meng shook his head. "That won't work. The Soul-Summoning Spell has its flaws. The ghost soldiers I summon cannot be too far from me. They have adapted to the underworld; just like you, having gone out for a stroll during the day, if you weren't right by my side, your soul would have dissipated by now. Understand?"

Lü Liling was too frightened to speak.

Yang Meng began to worry. Should he call Ling Feng? But it would be useless! He was just a low-level police officer; without a search warrant, he wouldn't even be able to get through the door.

Just as Yang Meng was at his wit's end, a cluster of black flames suddenly appeared before him!

Yang Meng was all too familiar with these flames. Wasn't this the "Black Domain"? Why was it so large? Before he could figure it out, a hand reached out from the "Black Domain," grabbed him by the collar, and dragged him inside before he could even react.

When Yang Meng regained his senses and saw his surroundings, he was pleasantly surprised. "Mount Dongyue? I'm back!"

In an instant, he understood. The middle-aged male immortal must have used the "Black Domain" to send him to the mortal realm, and now he had dragged him back through it.

However, he was startled by the scene before him. Someone was lying on the ground—it was Mu Kun! He looked like he had been severely beaten; he was a mess. If he were a living person, he would have needed reconstructive surgery. To be accurate, Yang Meng only recognized him by his clothes.

Looking to the side, he saw the middle-aged male immortal, whose face was flushed red and whose eyes were dazed. He looked exactly like someone who was drunk! Even though he had heard stories of Sun Wukong wreaking havoc at the Peach Banquet while intoxicated, wasn't Sun Wukong a demon? Could immortals really get drunk?

Looking at Mu Kun's battered state, the immortal's tolerance for alcohol clearly wasn't great. The way he had grabbed Yang Meng just now showed he wasn't in a good mood. He had better not provoke him!

Thinking this, Yang Meng put on a smile. "Big Brother, did you summon me? I've been wanting to come back and see you! Look, I had Mu Kun bring you a gift—that white liquor I mentioned. How did you find the taste?"

His question was redundant; the immortal smelled entirely of liquor. He was definitely plastered.

The immortal snorted coldly at Yang Meng's words. "With such fine wine, why did you only bring it to me now? Did you forget about your cheap brother after you went back? I sent you back, and you even stole my 'Black Domain.' Do you think you've treated me well?"

Yang Meng smiled bitterly. "Big Brother, you're doing me a great injustice! You sent me back, and I didn't even know how the 'Black Domain' ended up on me. But I haven't forgotten you for even a second. I promised to let you taste the liquor, and as soon as I figured out how to send things to the underworld, I sent it to you immediately! To do this, I exhausted almost all of my 'Black Domain' energy!"

The immortal was stunned. "You exhausted the 'Black Domain'?"

Yang Meng nodded and explained the entire process of how he used the "Black Domain" to send the bottle of Wuliangye to the underworld.

"Big Brother, you really can't blame me for this! Although I am the Great Emperor of Mount Dongyue and have received his inheritance, there is truly no method for using the 'Black Domain' in that knowledge. I had to figure this out myself after much deliberation. The consumption was just too high. To be honest, I've been unconscious for several hours."

The immortal looked Yang Meng up and down for a long time without speaking, then finally let out a long sigh. "It is fate that the Black Domain ended up in your hands, but it is also a waste. Within the entire universe, only the Great Emperor Pangu possesses the method to cultivate the 'Black Domain.' It would be strange if you knew how to cultivate it."

Yang Meng was surprised. "Only the Great Emperor Pangu has the cultivation method? Then how do you know it, Big Brother?"

The immortal didn't answer. Instead, he extended a finger. Yang Meng watched, helpless, as a white light shone from the immortal's fingertip. Before he could understand what was happening, the finger poked him in the forehead.

Yang Meng heard a deafening "boom" inside his ears, and then his vision went black as he was sent flying.

"I must not have checked the almanac before leaving the house today! Twice in one day?" That was the last thought in his mind.