45. Won’t Let Go

"What? Are you very shocked to see me?" Wang Chen sat on the sofa, looking dangerously at Li Qing, and slowly spoke.

Even though the relationship between their Great Qin and the Yin Dynasty was poor, at least on the surface, neither side had torn off their masks just yet.

He Mian'er frowned and said, "If it's just a cover, there's no need to deliberately inform everyone." She would absolutely not allow the Shang family to monopolize state affairs after the new emperor's death.

Before setting off, the mysterious cultivator had merely instructed everyone to look for the jade bracelet. It was unclear whether he had truly given separate instructions to the cultivator surnamed Ding before them, or if the man was using the mysterious figure's pretext to plot for the treasure.

Jiang Cha did not know whether Ling Qiong was being serious or joking, and she did not dare to answer casually—what if what she said turned out to be true?

"Reporting to the Elder, from Mingrui's perspective, although this array was not set up very long ago, it has at least a history of three hundred years!" Before Yue Mingyan could speak, another Yue family disciple who had been inspecting the array spoke up with absolute confidence.

Hearing this, Pei Xiongzhang chuckled lightly and did not say much else, simply handing a strip of cloth to the two of them.

As these words were spoken, two hearts suspended in anxiety, and two pairs of eyes fixed straight upon Xin Muyuan, tense yet filled with anticipation.

"You!" Lin Chengjie instantly felt as though he had swallowed excreting waste. Damn it, when did this fool learn to become smart?

Therefore, she calculated the time well and waited for Li Jianrui to wake up. That was how the scene earlier came to be—the two of them gazing at each other while pressed against the glass window.

Zhao Qingyun was deeply poisoned, and the poison had been inside him for a very long time. He required powerful acupuncture techniques combined with prolonged purging in order to be completely saved.

Yun Yang waved both hands, and eight tiny strands of heavenly thunder power within his grasp met the eight bolts of tribulation lightning. He was using the heavenly thunder power stored in the lightning symbols within his body to guide the tribulation lightning, acting just like a wire to draw the heavenly tribulation into his own body.

Bada could not help but look around. People all wore calm expressions, clearly long accustomed to such a spectacle.

"Pay no attention to him; he's always like this, having been punished a few times. It's intermittent mental illness acting up," Liu Handong said.

Fang Yi could not be bothered to argue with Feng Weiguo either. If you truly possessed such capability, the Su family wouldn't have fallen into such a sparsely populated state. Someone poisoned people right under your nose, and weren't you equally helpless?

***

The seven of them discussed and assigned tasks, leaving An Tian, Luo Jiuyou, and Fu Bin behind on Tianyuan Star, while the other four went to the two uninhabited planets respectively, which could at least serve as a gesture. Everything would be evaluated after Yun Yang emerged.

Practitioners at the Mahayana stage were few and far between in the cultivation world, yet the Carefree Sect had as many as seven of such individuals. If the outside world were to find out, it would probably cause quite a stir of astonishment.

Liu Rumei then moved Gufeng aside and proceeded to open the door herself. The moment the door opened, a blade came slashing directly toward her forehead.

Other than being spacious and quiet, this parlor looked no different in layout from the main hall. It was far simpler than imagined; a single glance allowed one to take in everything in the room, hardly looking like a place capable of concealing some earth-shattering secret.

When Lu Junfeng walked to her side, he happened to see her gently lift her shoulders, take a deep breath, and slowly exhale.

As Zhang Tian followed the mama inside, he resolved never to bring Yetong to such a place ever again—it was too impulsive, prone to anger, and fond of making a fuss over nothing.

"Sister," Guo Yue signaled to her with her eyes, indicating that some things should not be said aloud. After all, they were in a car, and the driver was also a member of Fenglaiyi.

If Ye Xuan possessed no ability whatsoever yet dared to be this arrogant, he would probably have subjected himself to the ridicule of the crowd all over again.

"Of course you can. His photo album is right in my office. Let's go, come sit with me for a while, and I'll tell you the story of Jacques." The principal smiled, stood up, and pulled Xia Xue toward her office.

Even if these people left her one by one later on, she still stubbornly guarded that "home." No matter what they said, cursed, or how they treated her, she didn't care. As long as she could return to this once-family every night, she could fall asleep in tears.

It was merely petty jealousy and the pretense of wealthy people playing at romance; no one expected it to stir up such a massive commotion.

She had questioned Master Andre's decision repeatedly, yet the master still wanted her to participate.

Suddenly, a voice of pleasant surprise interrupted their conversation as Zhang Yuan and Yuan Shiming walked over, their faces full of worship.

Why was it that whenever something happened, the protagonist was never her, yet she always ended up in such an awkward position?

That is to say, if they secured four consecutive wins in this match, winning just one more game afterwards could allow them to directly advance to the quarterfinals.

***

Judging by Murong Chen's hatred for Xiao Shiqing, if the day truly came when they tore off their masks, Murong Chen would be very happy to help her.

The sky remained covered in heavy clouds, with fine threads of rain drifting across the air with the wind from time to time. A young man walked under an umbrella at a leisurely pace, his silhouette tall, slender, and elegant, making everything else seem like a mere background.

If the blue team hadn't lost two heroes—especially losing their ADC—the blue team would probably have already breached Chu Xuyang and the others' mid-lane high ground.

Fan Shengmei scrambled around busily all afternoon, her back aching and sore—even more exhausting than standing at the front desk on the first day. Fortunately, she was tactful; even when the organizers and the hotel management were at odds to the point of exasperation, once matters reached her hands, the organizers' staff naturally calmed down. Of course, Fan Shengmei had to do a bit of extra work for the organizers in return.

Wang Xuanyi walked out of the room with a sullen expression, pouting so hard it was practically written all over his face that he was unhappy.

The feeling of swinging between heaven and hell left me completely dumbfounded. I touched my stomach and then burst into tears again.

Tonight, it seemed many things simply could not be accomplished. I did not linger any further and went to the guest room to rest.

When Sun Yifan walked into the private room, everyone inside stood up. The moment Tan Zhi saw Sun Yifan's gaze sweep toward him, he immediately lowered his head.

She was afraid; she was nervous. If she truly lost him, she did not know how she would face Grandma Ji, how she would face the uncles and aunts of the Ji family, nor how she would face her future life.

On the way back, Si Ang made no attempt to hide his intentions. He accompanied Ning Ning while she ate, watched her during training, listened to her when she spoke, and even specially arranged for her room to be right next to the commander's, with all three daily meals matching the specifications of his own.

Looking at Yeshanshan from afar, Mubai smiled and said to the middle-aged man in Taoist robes sitting opposite him playing chess.