Chapter 23: Relatives from the Hometown

Just as Han Yanyan and Han Mo finished their tasks, the sound of a car horn echoed from downstairs.

"A-Rong, go and retrieve A-Qing's calligraphy," Shangguan Gaoyuan said, offering no further explanation, as concrete evidence was more persuasive than words.

Looking at it this way, Feng Wuyue himself was not truly bloodthirsty; he was merely inclined toward aggression and combat.

Except for Luo Bing, Lu Changfeng, and Ouyang Qing, who grew more energetic as they traveled, the others struggled with every step and collapsed to the ground the moment they emerged from the cave.

At Xia Dayu’s words, the seven disciples of Li Ziantian were struck dumb; they exchanged shocked glances, momentarily unable to speak.

In that great battle, the Ghost Emperor’s Yin-Yang Blood Blade was lost and never recovered, yet here it was before our very eyes.

Li Qingyun hurriedly handed over the large red silk flower. He and Yun Yin stepped across the screen, holding it from either side, and began their slow walk toward the General’s Mansion in Yao City.

Seeing that the video Su Yu sent featured hot pot, Tang Ge chose hot pot as her midnight snack, to be enjoyed while avoiding the scrutiny of Bai Xingjian.

The bar was bustling with life, people of all kinds seeking their own pleasures; beneath every smiling face, no one knew what hidden sorrows lay.

Lost in thought, Andy picked up her coffee and took a large sip. It was as bitter as she had imagined, but she believed that only by tasting bitterness could life become a little sweeter.

Felix trembled, trying to struggle, but he could not resist the internal attack. Finally, he reached out and pressed a hand to his chest.

Although she possessed the superpower granted by the space—immense strength and rapid reflexes that allowed her to anticipate events—she still felt the need to act cautiously.

Upon receiving Lin Lan’s approval, she nodded immediately; there was nothing fun to do with these adults anyway.

Hecate looked at her great-uncle with a smile, her expression as adorable as a doll. She was the only one in the family who could rival Chris in beauty.

"It’s nothing much, I just wanted to ask him out for the weekend," Yang Yuxi said nonchalantly.

"Qin Sijue’s temper is alright, aside from the occasional bit of mischief." In Sheng Lingxi’s impression, Qin Sijue had a decent personality; he was often smiling and seemed much more approachable than Lu Chengjin.

***

As it turned out, both sets of parents claimed the other was the partner they had chosen for their child. When the teacher heard this, she was speechless, and the incident became a legend at their middle school, passed down from one graduating class to the next.

Halfway there, a white sedan overtook her and cut in front. There was nothing special about the car, but its license plate caught her eye—it was Lin Yurou’s vehicle, intentionally swerving to cut her off.

"I’m hungry, aren't you?" Su Mujin said, taking out a steamed bun and taking a bite.

Ji Yan felt a pang of sorrow. At first, she considered Yin Sheng a nuisance, but later she hoped to use him to exact revenge on Guo Hailiang.

Unless he broke through all three hundred and sixty-five acupuncture points and reached the state of perfection, Bai Qing would not leave seclusion. His retreat could last a year, two years, five years, or even ten.

Xia Yu unleashed a "Command" character written in cinnabar, and all the poisoned men were immobilized instantly. This low-level Kunlun spell, derived from Zhi Qiu Yiye, had been slightly refined by Xia Yu so that he no longer needed to spit to write the characters.

After a short while, an elderly man with graying hair, nearing the age of sixty, walked slowly toward Ye Jinghong.

"Do not let this scoundrel Ye Jinghong escape! Whoever captures him shall be handsomely rewarded by this general," he commanded sharply, taking the lead in the pursuit.

The astonishment before them was inevitable; at the very least, no one had expected such a shock, so they slowly took a few steps back.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged violently in an instant. Everyone could see this manifested energy pouring like a tidal wave into the circle they were guarding.

The surroundings fell into silence. Those present were well aware of the difficulty of the antithetical couplet, and some even pulled out their phones, attempting to search for a matching line online.

It was a silence of spreading death. Those within the formation did not realize it, but the three remaining formations outside watched in stunned, breathless silence.

Su Jianqiu, who had been sitting nearby and watching the scene unfold clearly, could no longer restrain himself. He stood up and walked over, followed closely by Qin Yan, whose face was dark and radiated a biting chill.

Feng Yunxiu, who had just arrived by invitation, had already met Bai Wancai, the head of the Bai family and the Lord of Su City. Although his reputation was somewhat mundane, his cultivation was beyond that of an ordinary man.

She was not lying; she had indeed discussed the personal affairs of these loyal subordinates with Zhao Yan previously.

Bai Yu sighed again. She touched Bai Shi’s arm; the skin was so cold to the touch that it hardly felt like that of a living person.

***

Chi Heng could no longer suppress the urge to rush to the Si family and kill Wan Fanghua, as this matter had undoubtedly been orchestrated by her.

At the same time, various journals were launched. By the end of May, Su Huan and Qiu Heng had left the capital to begin construction projects in other regions.

Because of this suggestion from Ming Siye, Mu Nuo was destined not to enjoy her meal in peace.

Mu Jiao’s eyes sparkled as she sensed the area with the densest spiritual energy. However, it was the same path taken by the two groups ahead, leaving her no choice but to follow.

As he spoke, his sinister eyes burned with a wild, fanatical rage, enough to destroy the entire world.

The surroundings were deathly quiet. Everyone was so intimidated by the murderous aura radiating from Feng Muxing that they dared not even breathe, their admiration for Jing Hua reaching a point of total devotion.

They knew they could not afford the slightest slack; once they faltered, all their efforts would be reduced to ashes in an instant, and they would be trapped here forever, suffering a fate worse than death.

Si Jingyu followed her gaze and saw the mottled bloodstains on her fair legs. His eyes stalled, and he felt as if his heart had been struck by a heavy hammer.

Upon seeing me, the young man gave a strange cry; like a mouse seeing a cat, he clutched his head and ran, vanishing in an instant.

Chen Tianming looked at the other two. To the right of Dong Lei was Zhang Ming, who had fair skin, long hair, and quite handsome facial features. To the left was Ding Kefu, whose face was covered in acne—the unmistakable mark of youth.

Chu Xinran felt indignant, but it was nothing compared to the powerful shock brought on by Leng Yexian’s erhu playing.

At such a time, Yan Kaizhi naturally ignored him, as he was too chaotic to deal with Fulin.

"If Mr. Liang isn't afraid of implicating himself, I would be happy to remain carefree and unburdened. It has been a long time since I last experienced those days of ‘having nothing to worry about’; I truly do miss them." After saying this, Leng Yexian smiled with a dark, sinister expression.