Chapter 14: A New Plan

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In the major hardware and electrical markets throughout the city, Chen Lin was undoubtedly a familiar face. But now, he had no time to chat and joke with the merchants; choosing items had to be quick, scanning and paying had to be done with style.

Various hardware tools, wires, cables, light bulbs, switches, toilets...

His pickup truck drove through the hardware market, stopping at different shops to buy whatever caught his eye—no bargaining, just loading up and scanning to pay before moving on.

He continued until the truck bed and backseat were completely full, with less than two minutes remaining.

Looking at the loaded truck, Queen Ma wanted to ask questions, but seeing Chen Lin sweating profusely and busy, she held back her curiosity, deciding to wait until he was free.

Chen Lin dared not delay. He bought a dozen cans of Sprite at a small shop, drinking as he drove, and headed to an alley with no surveillance cameras.

Twelve seconds left.

That was close—he had just made it in time.

If he had suddenly disappeared in broad daylight, it would have been sensational, definitely headline news!

“Chen Immortal, is this the immortal realm?” Queen Ma finally found the chance to ask.

Chen Lin opened a can of Sprite and handed it to her. “You can think of this as the immortal realm, an immortal realm I created.”

Queen Ma was skeptical. “Really?”

“Believe it or not, it’s up to you.”

She didn’t press further and asked, “Then how do we return to Ming?”

“You’ll return as soon as the time is up. Very soon.”

“Chen Immortal, not only did you save my grandson, but now you’ve saved me. Whether you’re a god or an immortal, you’re a benefactor to me, Ma Xiuying.”

“I know the emperor doesn’t like you, but rest assured, as long as Ma Xiuying is alive, the emperor won’t dare to harm you. Huh! This drink is so cold and sweet... with a bit of a spicy tingle on the tongue!”

Chen Lin kept his eyes on the countdown—three seconds remaining.

“Hold on tight!”

Hearing this, Queen Ma panicked. “What’s going to happen? Why hold on tight?”

Poof—

Chen Lin and Queen Ma, along with the entire pickup truck, vanished on the spot.

A passerby rubbing his eyes near the alley whispered, “Did I see that right? Did a pickup truck just disappear into thin air?”

Another person turned and scoffed, “You’ve been up all night and are hallucinating. Kidney deficiency, maybe.”

“Let’s go quickly, if we’re late, the spicy soup and fried buns will be sold out…”

The year was 1382, during the reign of the Hongwu Emperor, in Jurong County, at the Pig Nine Tribes Set Meal Restaurant.

This time, Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Biao’s group did not wait outside but chose to wait inside the restaurant.

“Father, didn’t you say the time was almost up? Why is there still no movement?”

Zhu Yuanzhang sat quietly beside Queen Ma’s corpse, holding her close.

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Seeing his father unresponsive, Zhu Biao’s heart sank, and he kicked the body of Chen Lin, whose head and neck had been stitched together on the floor.

Zhu Xiongying hid nearby, glancing at his grandfather and then at his father, too afraid to speak.

Mao Xiang looked around anxiously. Having witnessed Chen Lin’s repeated resurrections more times than anyone, he felt sure nothing unexpected would happen.

So why was there still no sign of revival?

Suddenly, Zhu Yuanzhang relaxed his hold, and Queen Ma’s corpse disappeared into thin air in the blink of an eye.

“Gone!!”

Zhu Yuanzhang quickly turned to look at Chen Lin’s body—also gone!

Everyone looked around frantically.

“Girl, have you come back? Girl…”

“Mother~~”

“Grand Empress…”

Bang—

A loud crash echoed as the pickup truck crushed the table in front of Zhu Yuanzhang. It barely missed his face—any closer and he would have been disfigured.

“Zhong Ba!!”

Through the window, Queen Ma’s eyes met Zhu Yuanzhang’s, both filled with terror.

“Girl, haha, the girl is back! Our girl has been resurrected!”

Queen Ma was overjoyed and wanted to get out and embrace her Zhong Ba, but neither she nor Zhu Yuanzhang knew how to open the truck doors, leaving them both sweating nervously.

Chen Lin sat in the driver’s seat, lighting a cigarette to steady his nerves.

As he had suspected, anything he maintained contact with could be brought back to the ancient era.

The same was true for his backpack and suitcase last time. So, if he stood barefoot on the ground, could he bring an entire house back?

[Host, don’t overthink. Only items belonging to you can be brought back to Ming, regardless of contact.]

Chen Lin was stunned. So does that mean I could buy a house and bring it back to Ming?

[Theoretically, yes...]

Chen Lin clenched his fist secretly. Next time he returned, he would buy a house—no, a villa...

But that probably wouldn’t work. Each resurrection happened right here at the restaurant. Suddenly appearing with a villa in public would damage nearby buildings—that would be a minor problem. Explaining the villa’s sudden appearance would be a bigger challenge.

Could he change the resurrection point?

[Yes, the host can designate the resurrection point.]

Why didn’t you say so earlier?

[You never asked!]

Chen Lin: ………

For now, he had to focus on the present. Later, he would buy a plot of land in the countryside—preferably remote, nestled by mountains and water—to serve as his base in Ming.

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The villa would need to have solar power to achieve electrified living in the ancient era...

After planning this in his mind, Chen Lin opened the car door for Queen Ma, adding with a teasing smile, “At your age, you should be more modest…”

Watching Zhu Yuanzhang’s family reunited, Chen Lin was unhappy—Xiao Lan was still locked up in prison.

“Enough already. Why not hurry and have my maid released?”

The family was silent.

“Damn it, is this biting the hand that feeds you? You only insult the cook once you’re full? Believe me, I’ll … boohoo~~~”

Mao Xiang quickly covered Chen Lin’s mouth and dragged him outside the restaurant.

“What are you doing?!”

“My Immortal Chen, the emperor and empress have finally reunited. Please keep quiet!”

Chen Lin grumbled, “Easy for you to say. They’re reunited, but my maid is still suffering in prison!”

Mao Xiang chuckled, “Immortal Chen, look over there.”

“Look at what? What’s so good to see? Xiao Lan!!”

Chen Xiao Lan, dressed in a brand-new palace gown, ran tearfully into her master’s arms.

“Master, boohoo…”

“All right, all right. Did anyone bully you in prison?”

“No, I slept soundly until dawn, then someone brought me here…”

“Is your monthly visitor gone?”

“What monthly visitor…”

Seeing the two begin to get affectionate, Mao Xiang quietly rubbed his nose and slipped away.

About five minutes later, the pickup truck horn honked inside the restaurant. Chen Lin quickly withdrew his hand from Xiao Lan’s embrace.

“Damn it, who’s messing with my ride?!”

“Master, maybe you should be more polite when talking to the emperor. I’m a bit scared…”

“Why fear him? I’m the royal lifesaver. Zhu Yuanzhang wouldn’t dare harm me.”

“Is that so?” Zhu Yuanzhang stood at the door, arms crossed, coldly staring at Chen Lin.

“So what if I’m biting the hand that feeds me!”

Zhu Yuanzhang sneered, “And if you are, what then?”

“Big Sister Ma, your man’s trying to hurt me! Come out and save me~~~”