Chapter 42

When Wu Di first opened his mouth, Lin Tian seemed to realize what was happening, as if it all made sense now. Zhuo Yang sighed, feeling both amused and helpless at the sight—how could the boss have created such a thing? After several refusals from Yao Na, and unable to resist Lin Tian’s insistence, she finally accepted the crystal stone, though with the condition that she would arrange dinner that evening.

Suddenly, the ancient bronze sword in Jiang He’s hand poured down like a river, cascading toward Tang Seng. Did he not know that this was a crime far more severe than that time Heavenly Marshal Tianpeng secretly watched her bathe? Amid the dark clouds, a thunderous roar echoed, and deep within the massive vortex, a ray of light appeared, countless bolts of lightning converging into one—you are real.

The old man, however, said nothing, uttered not a word, simply stared blankly for a moment, then smiled at Yu Qing, waving his hand for them to follow him. Granny Mu held the letter in her hand, staring intently at me. “This letter is from your grandfather?” she asked, deliberately watching my reaction. I nodded, noticing traces along the edge of the letter that suggested it had been opened before; Granny Mu must have read it back then.

Feng Lin smiled gently; such a person was indeed qualified to be a teacher, but compared to himself, there was still a long way to go. Sun Wukong scratched his head, thinking to himself, wasn’t there supposed to be a monster who killed the Dragon King of the Western Sea? How come he, Old Sun, hadn’t seen it yet?

The azure light was like wood, and like the mountain forest under the morning sun—lush and green, though a shade lighter than before. Previously, Fu Rong had been bribed by Lady Du to poison Ying Quan. Though Yun Yao later neutralized the toxin, Ying Quan’s body suffered greatly, potentially robbing her of the ability to become a mother.

The former sect master of the Savage Beast Sect was momentarily stunned, fear finally surfacing in his eyes. He knew that Dark Silver had reached the third-tier False Immortal realm.

Even without mentioning that incident, everyone knew how Yu Pianpian earned her reputation in the capital—weren’t the neighborhood children terrified at the mere sight of her? What seemed a distant gap was but three steps away; after two steps, those graceful figures drew near, their once blurred outlines now clear, and with one more step, it felt as though one could reach out and touch them.

“I didn’t expect these beasts to be so capable,” Liu Shuang said, pursing his lips and folding his hands behind his back. His black coat unfurled in the darkness like wings. Liu Shuang remained still; the man’s staff whistled past his ear, and with a sudden sidestep, Liu Shuang kicked out, striking the man squarely in the chest.

Zi Qi looked up at the sky—blue as a washed canvas, flecked with white clouds against the emptiness. Birds soared in the distance, frolicking freely; their feathers drifted on the breeze, gently landing in her palm.

As Zhao Jun drifted, lost in confusion, he suddenly heard Su Qingle speak. Her lips twitched again, then she calmly sat down. Since someone offered to escort her home, she was happy to accept; the journey back would be much safer.

Mo Yunduan spat out a breath, sprawled on the ground, trying several times but unable to climb up. Rong Jin sensed danger behind him and looked back to see a long arrow approaching. With one hand holding Yun Xiao, the other wielded his sword to intercept the arrow.

Upon returning home, Shen Youran rested briefly before heading to Lin Xia’s room, gathering her belongings, folding clothes neatly into the suitcase. “Listen to her,” Pei Ting interjected. Gong Liu looked up in surprise, even Ran Qi instinctively glanced at him, but Pei Ting’s expression was calm, impossible to guess his thoughts.

Mu Ziqian’s clear voice sounded again, “Are you joking with me?” He reached for the child, and Qiu Jinghao quickly retreated, shielding the child more tightly behind her. The more he spoke, the colder Leng Yebai’s face became, so much so that when Yin Tongtong finally emerged, Leng Yebai’s expression rivaled an ice sculpture, perfectly impassive. Whatever the two had discussed left Yin Tongtong’s heart fluttering anxiously.

Lu Yan addressed the old farmer, realizing his household was in dire straits and desperately needed money. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have brought out his family heirlooms to sell. The vase was originally the old farmer’s, only offered for sale out of necessity. If Lu Yan didn’t share the proceeds, his conscience would not rest easy.

This research had shattered all ethical boundaries and was extremely dangerous, so it was strictly forbidden. Nations across the world resisted it, yet a few ambitious countries secretly pursued these experiments, and among them, one nation had made remarkable progress.

Though he had stepped out of the sedan, Young Master Long swayed even more as he walked, his gait more exaggerated than when he was carried. “Has my body changed somehow?” Chu Tianyu examined himself, but to his disappointment, he found nothing unusual.

“Brother, Brother, where are you going?” a voice rang out from behind, urgent and delighted. Zhang Tao, stunned by the beating, flailed helplessly with his hands, his defensive actions now purely reflexive, having long since lost the ability to fend off his attacker.

In truth, Liu Tian could see that He was exhausted; her eyes were bloodshot, and her hair, usually neat, was slightly disheveled. That was why Liu Tian took the time to massage her shoulders.

Even if the other party was Chu Feng, so what? Behind him stood the entire Ba Feng Stronghold; Hu Biao didn’t believe Chu Feng would offend the whole stronghold for the sake of Chu Tianyu.

After Su Xier finished her innocent song, applause erupted from the audience. The bashful, nervous Su Xier relaxed, her face breaking into a sweet, endearing smile.

One had to admit, the “bass” of the Void Sonic Cannon was indeed difficult to master; it would take at least four more months before Liu Tian could fully grasp it.

Feng Jiao Jie extended her delicate hand, gently clasping Liu Tian’s, and afterward, Feng Chen—though he had never spoken—after saying “Let’s look after each other,” also shook hands with Liu Tian.