82 A Minor Matter of Hiring a Cat 7

Luo Shuihan looked at Qian Rao. At that moment, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he reached out to gently ruffle her hair.

Perhaps not everyone believed Li Zihan’s words, but he had nonetheless planted a seed of suspicion in their hearts.

Song Zicheng wanted her to give up that spot, and then Shen Anmeng would follow her around every day, acting like a devoted sister.

Song Shijiang observed this Liao Hua. Though young, he had bronzed skin, a strong and sturdy build, and looked powerful. However, his hands were tied behind his back, his hair and beard were disheveled, his robe was bloodstained, his brows furrowed in distress, and he hung his head in dejection.

Retracting his Celestial Eye, Tang Song sat nearby, waiting patiently. After all, he had nothing else to do; now he could only wait for the world to slowly grow. There was no use hurrying.

“What kind of poison is this? The Dowager Consort Luo is very powerful—will it even work on her?” asked Dugu Yun.

Indeed, Zhuque found Qian Rao to be a genuinely good girl, yet she was about to become cannon fodder because of Immortal He Sui.

Afterwards, the two decided to rest for the night, planning to set out for the rendezvous point with He Haiquan and the others at first light.

“That I really don’t know. X never does anything pointless—there must be a reason.” Yin Ruo shrugged and walked away.

“Mother?” Liudao sized up Luo Shuihan seriously. Compared to her former self, this Luo Shuihan, who no longer lost her temper, seemed almost matronly.

Ling Shaojun was about to say something when he suddenly saw an extra shadow in the rearview mirror. He slammed on the brakes.

Bang—a gunshot rang out. Ling Shaojun fired at someone who had somehow crept up behind them.

His younger brother’s talent for cultivation was the greatest he had seen in years, but the gray vertical pupils had limited his growth.

Ling Shaojun’s tone was like that of an interrogator. Xi Yuerou was momentarily stunned and was about to speak, but Ling Yihan beside her pressed her arm, forcing her to swallow her words.

Aside from that, he was no different from anyone else. The uncontrollable power he had displayed in the illusion, the strength that allowed him to challenge Bai Cheng one-on-one, was nowhere to be found.

A man sat in what appeared to be an ordinary chair, yet it was made entirely of iron, with each limb bound by alternating red and yellow cords.

Their abilities and strength were exhausted; it was impossible to reach the base by nightfall—they had to go inside and rest.

The implication was clear: someone like Ye Chen, who could be acquainted with Liang Tian, must have deceived him.

The rest of the Yang family each pricked their finger and let a drop of blood fall into the cauldron before turning to look at the assembled guests.

Yi Jianfeng had barely flown a few hundred miles when he heard a ripping sound—a massive spatial rift appeared before him. He stopped in midair, wanting to see who had torn open space so suddenly. Yi Jianfeng worried it might be the Azure Dragon Ancestor Ao Fang or Ao Chun.

Except for the strongest one, the others were only slightly weaker by aura—likely all above third-rank Combat Generals.

“The knife’s over there. Do what you think is best. I won’t force you,” Lu Yifan said calmly.

In Lu Yifan’s embrace, all of Miranda’s ferocity and savagery melted away, replaced by a boundless, tender charm.

She had gone to tremendous lengths to get a rich kid at school drunk just to trick him into giving her these three tickets.

“Damn it, pulling a stunt on me at the last moment—just wait!” Zhou Chuyun struggled to his feet, gripped a blue dagger in reverse, and slashed Abu’s thigh a dozen times. Abu, who had almost passed out, was jolted awake by the pain.

“Brothers, once we finish tonight’s dinner, we set out at dawn. So get a good night’s rest, go back to pack and make your preparations. There will be all sorts of unexpected hardships ahead. I want everyone to be mentally prepared!” As soon as dinner was served, Xiang Zuo began his pre-battle pep talk.

Following instructions, Wang Hu opened his palm and discovered a purple talisman within. The talisman was exquisitely complex—staring at it too long made even someone with Wang Hu’s spiritual strength feel dizzy and lightheaded.

“It’s our honor,” replied one of the foreign men, making a very proper gesture and clinking glasses with Yang Wei, his face beaming with joy.

“You don’t need to apologize. You did nothing wrong. Youth is for being bold and doing the things you once feared—you’ll have stories to boast about to your children and grandchildren. For now, let me thank you on behalf of those beggars for your kindness.” Yang Wei turned around with a faint, meaningful smile.

Chu Yun asked, for the tiger usually never left Lin Chen’s side, yet today, it was nowhere to be seen.

Besides the issue of household registration, there was the matter of school for the children. They had finally managed, through connections, to get into fifth grade, but after only a few days, they were back again. Was this fate, or some grand design of the heavens? After so many twists and turns, who could have imagined—would one dream of the Tang Dynasty again?

The traps were placed in such cunning positions that they completely sealed off every possible escape route.

Feng Wuhen and his companions had arrived at the outer city of the Academy of Blossoming Petals. From afar, they could see the uniforms of five academies—apart from the two top powers, the other three were the most renowned schools on the continent.

“Wait! I think we should have a proper talk.” At that critical moment, Chu Yun’s voice rang out.

Though Bu Liangzi knew the odds were slim, he still asked, holding onto a sliver of hope.

Yet before Wang Jin, he was simply arrogant. Every strike from the hidden bat was blocked by Wang Jin.

“Yes.” Duo Zhuoshan didn’t understand why the topic suddenly shifted to him, but he nodded anyway.

Chen Bo raised his hand again. The blade of the Soul Knife gleamed coldly, reflecting his current expression.

“Do you really intend to go to the Cui family to ask for money?” Madam Cui found the matter utterly humiliating. To have her husband go to her own family for money—and not even for herself!—was beyond embarrassing, even more so than the trouble Chengtian liked to stir up for no reason.

To kneel down like this—she feared it would be hard to get back up. And to do it when Lanmei wasn’t around—Yuanniang was deeply curious as to what could make Bingxiu act this way.

Li Jing had certainly put in a lot of effort. Chen Fei’s grudge with the Dragon Clan seemed irreconcilable; once he and Binglan ascended, there would be no one left to protect Chen Fei, and his life would be at risk. But as long as the two of them remained, there was no need to fear the Dragon Clan’s power.