Chapter 133: The Helplessness of Misery

A strong fragrance of magical herbs wafted from the torn red wax seal. The women, along with the spiritual turtles and sable, all focused their minds and held their breath as He Zhixing carefully cut away the wax, revealing the stopper of the jade-green gourd bottle. He then pulled out the stopper.

He poured out the pills inside—more than ten in number, black in color and slightly larger than soybeans. The potent aroma of the elixir filled the air, making the sable and the golden-spotted spiritual turtles drool in anticipation, eager to taste the pills.

He Zhixing selected eleven of these pills, distributing one to each woman, the spiritual turtles, and the sable. The remaining six were placed back inside and sealed once more. The four women and the seven enchanted creatures consumed the pills and began their cultivation within the room.

Two days later, they emerged, each transformed as if reborn—far more formidable, their inner strength elevated to a new level. The spiritual turtles and sable had become noticeably more alert and attuned to the spiritual realm.

After leaving their hotel room and dining outside, He Zhixing addressed the women: "We've been away for quite some time. It's time we return. I wonder how things are back home?"

One of the women replied, "Yes, let's follow your lead. We'll start taking the train back today."

He Zhixing summoned the female manager and asked her to arrange transportation to Yancheng and to settle their checkout. The manager was more than willing to assist and promptly made the necessary calls.

They departed from the Moon Bay Hot Springs Hotel, taking a dedicated taxi to Yancheng. Upon arriving at the train station square, He Zhixing instructed the women to wait outside while he went to purchase their train tickets. But as he exited the ticket office, he spotted several all-too-familiar figures—Liu Tian and his son, along with the Korean monk.

He Zhixing quickly turned and left the entrance, but the Korean monk’s female disciple spotted him and whispered in Korean, "Master, look… it’s him!"

He Zhixing cursed inwardly, "Damn! They found me! How did they know we’d come to Yancheng? Are they lying in wait for us here?"

"No matter. We have to run first!" he thought.

He swiftly weaved through the crowd and reached the women waiting by the square. Seeing them, he urged, "Hurry! The Korean monk, Liu Tian and his son—they’re after us!"

Bending down, he grabbed their bags and led the three women, pushing through the crowd toward the entrance of the train station. After passing through the ticket checkpoint, they hurried into the waiting room.

Unfortunately, the train wouldn’t depart for another hour. He Zhixing felt anxious. Yufang voiced their concern: "What if they bought tickets too? What do we do then?"

Their worry soon materialized—the Korean monk and his group indeed entered the station, their destination unknown, now approaching the ticket checkpoint.

He Zhixing quickly gathered the women and moved to another waiting area—Platform 3. Suddenly, the station’s announcement boomed: "Train KM**97 from Yancheng to Xi’an is now boarding at Platform 3. Passengers please queue in the Platform 3 waiting room."

He Zhixing led the women with the crowd through the last ticket checkpoint, which surprisingly wasn’t checking tickets—likely overwhelmed by the throng.

Just as they boarded and the train was about to depart, they spotted the Korean monk and Liu Tian’s group arriving. The moment the rival group stepped onto the train and took a few steps, the doors slammed shut, and the train began to move forward...