Chapter 73: Tonight, I Take the Lead

"Grandfather!" Feng Su was impatient.

"Enough, now we must calmly wait for Chu Chu to come out," Feng Mother glanced at Li Jiuwei, suppressing her displeasure.

Feng Su and Li Jiuwei exchanged a look. Soon, Ye Chu was wheeled out by the doctor.

The crowd surged forward.

Fortunately, Ye Chu suffered only minor internal injuries and nothing else.

Ye Chu was already awake.

After confirming she was all right, Feng Su prepared to leave with Li Jiuwei, while Feng Mother—

Everyone fell silent, lost in thought. The Heavenly Endurance Sect operated in secrecy; no one knew its internal workings, and even less was known about the masters within.

In the hall, enormous red candles glowed; dozens of banquet tables were set. Beggar Sect disciples moved among the guests, guiding them to their seats, the air filled with noisy chatter.

"Waiting for me?" He Zun repeated to himself, his thoughts growing hazy. Just then, several plates of greens and a dish of stir-fried meat appeared before him.

He still didn’t understand how he’d fallen into the trap, as if bewitched by some strange spell.

The crystal tower was sent flying six or seven miles by the Bone Demon’s strike, the void trembling as though space itself might collapse. Before Su Xin could react, endless golden light engulfed the crystal tower.

It was not that the purple aura was weak—far from it. The source of the purple aura was terrifying, capable of attack and defense, a single strand unleashing unimaginable power.

From this, Lian Xing had to admire her elder sister—not only beautiful, but wise as well.

For the safety of her informant, she didn’t bring Yue Shen along, hoping he would exercise his independence. Who could have guessed so much would happen in such a short time, or that Jing Yiling would be present—and encounter Yue Shen?

Hugo sighed, stepped forward to gently embrace Laura, and promised again and again to visit her, then boarded the carriage home under Black Beauty’s reluctant gaze.

Before Jing Yiling could speak, the package was unwrapped, revealing an exquisite box. Its intricate craftsmanship alone spoke of its value; the gift inside could only be imagined.

He could not possibly bear scars; his body’s healing ability was second among the blood clan, surpassed only by the lofty clan king.

Xi Xichen was thrown into the carriage; the man locked the door and quickly drove away.

"You sound as if I could find whatever kind of person I want, just like that," Shen Ziwu replied, attaching a gif of herself dressed as Cupid.

So, in any circumstance, it was true—one truly could face anything, but how many such things were there?

"Bastard, come with me. Let’s pick a place," Zuo Yin’s tone betrayed no disappointment. He glanced at Lin Xiao and spoke.

"Foolish Bai Rong," Ruoxing murmured softly, the smile on her lips tinged with both pain and tenderness.

Dust accumulated over the years on the old wooden steps suddenly leapt up with a soft puff, quickening as the vibrations drew nearer, swirling through the shafts of light filtering down onto the quiet stairway from the white lattice window.

Their presence alone was powerful enough, let alone when they unleashed their full force.

Three simple words—Zhou Botong pondered them over and over. At last, he agreed to the method, and began practicing from the very first move.

An earring was bid up to five million; at that moment, someone, failing to read the room, assumed Mr. Bai had seen something special in the piece.

"Judging from the itinerary, Su Su and the others haven’t arrived yet. Don’t worry, Grand Master," Gao Yixi said.

Suddenly, a man in dark robes descended from the sky, spreading his arms wide. The vast sleeves shielded Tian Jiao’s face, as though darkness had suddenly fallen. Tian Jiao tried to dodge, but with a sweep of the man’s robe, everything around faded away, and only the shifting gloom remained before her eyes.