Chapter Thirty-Six: The White-Browed Huntsman Spider (Part 1)

Because it was early morning, Gu Zhiheng, exhausted from the previous night, saw the call had ended and, after finishing his morning routine, simply rested. If this continues for a long time, he should get used to it eventually.

Another day without food—truly pitiful. Never mind, it's best to switch to fasting mode. Gu Zhiheng consoled himself a few times in his heart, then lay down and fell asleep.

Meanwhile, Mo Han lingered, not wanting to leave, hoping to hear something from Chu Xingran. Although he could guess what he might hear, he wanted to hear her say it herself.

"Why are you looking at me? Weren't you going to find the white-banded high-legged spider?" Chu Xingran, a bit uneasy, brushed her hair aside.

"I've waited so long—aren't you going to seriously consider me?" He had waited so long that he almost forgot himself.

Mo Han looked up at Chu Xingran, hoping to read something from her expression, but saw nothing. She was as usual, showing no difference, and he couldn't decipher her thoughts.

If it were someone else, his qualities would attract many admirers, yet with Chu Xingran, she barely glanced his way. With such disparity, he often doubted himself—maybe he wasn't handsome enough or capable enough. Otherwise, how could he chase a woman for centuries and still fail? It made him question his very existence.

"I'll think about it. If it's possible, I'll let you know." If someone else liked her, she could be happy—wouldn't that make everyone joyful?

"You can leave now; I need to change." Don't ask why she showers in the morning; it's just a habit.

Mo Han got up and left the bedroom. Chu Xingran quickly changed into comfortable sportswear. Compared to her usual ancient attire, she looked completely different now.

After changing, she casually tied her hair into a high ponytail, appearing much more spirited.

Today, they were heading to a remote village outside Yan City, seeking a white-banded high-legged spider that was over two hundred years old.

"Let's go! I'll drive today; we should arrive around four in the afternoon." Chen Yuan walked over with a look of disdain, glancing at Mo Han and Chu Xingran's outfits.

These two, if not together, are hard to sort out. If Chu Xingran doesn't choose Mo Han, she must be blind.

"Hey, you two really should just be together. Right now, I feel like a third wheel." She said sourly, then settled into the driver's seat.

What a hard life! No one likes or loves her, and she's forced to play the third wheel. When will someone finally fall madly in love with her?

Hearing Chen Yuan's words, Mo Han replied from the back seat, "Chen Yuan, some things require initiative—opportunities only come to those prepared!"

Yes, some things require initiative to have a chance. Always waiting passively means missing countless opportunities, and will you ever get the result you want?

Chu Xingran had waited for Ye Zheng for so many lifetimes, never with any outcome. Mo Han had waited for Chu Xingran just as long; if he hadn't taken the initiative this year, he might never have caught her attention in this lifetime.

So, don't always bow your head and wait. Sometimes, look up—you might seize the moment.

"But I don't like anyone. The people I care about most are Master and Aran." But Master likes Aran, so she has no chance.

Besides, she wouldn't ruin the relationship between Master and Aran. As long as they're happy, she's content.

"Alright, I'll focus on driving now. You two, sit tight!" She floored the accelerator, and the car sped off.

Despite Chen Yuan's usual meek, bullied appearance, she was actually quite wild. She often played extreme sports, and Chu Xingran admired her greatly.

Clearly, others called her a coward, but when alone, she was nothing like that timid persona. She was herself, never the shrinking earthworm others described.

"By the way, did you two check the information I sent? If so, we'll take action when we arrive." Chen Yuan glanced at them through the rearview mirror, asking a useless question to avoid awkwardness.

"We did. The white-banded high-legged spider—one of the common indoor spiders. Its body is broad, short, and flat, legs extend sideways for sideways movement, large in size, agile and quick to escape." Mo Han answered, and the atmosphere fell silent again.

Chen Yuan simply stopped talking, speeding toward Yan City.

Although the mission was simple, the number of opponents was too great, so they had to be cautious.

Just in case, Chen Yuan had started gathering information days ahead, aiming for absolute safety.

The three of them had invested a lot for Gu Zhiheng, hoping for a good outcome in the end.

They all understood what the journey to the northwest meant. But there was no turning back—only by resolving the initial problem could everyone hope to survive.

The white-banded high-legged spider was quite useful, so they sought to hunt those with higher cultivation.

Since the destination was far from home, they prepared thoroughly, planning to stay several days if needed.

Yan City was hot, so their belongings were minimal and easy to pack.

"Aran, do you remember if the last message we received came from Yan City?" The sudden question changed all their expressions.

Yan City had been restless lately, with rumors everywhere, and everyone avoided it.

Their trip to Yan City at this time was clearly purposeful.

But they had no choice. This period was peak for the white-banded high-legged spider to hunt.

They had to seize this opportunity to capture its spirit core, so Gu Zhiheng could complete his next talisman.

"Yes, the message did come from there, but we haven't traced the exact source." Mo Han looked out the window and spoke softly.

Chen Yuan understood, so silence returned to the car.

The closer they got to Yan City, the higher the temperature rose.

Even Mo Han, a snake clan member who had cultivated for years, could barely stand it—so it was no wonder the others felt uneasy from the heat.

They knew someone was deliberately spreading rumors to lure them, though the motive remained unclear.

The only certainty was that there was a hidden hand behind the scenes driving the course of events. Who it was, they'd only learn upon arrival.

Few dared to provoke Mo Han so directly; those who did were dealt with privately.

After all, the black snake clan was notorious for holding grudges—those who crossed Mo Han never ended well.