Chapter 88

Inside the pavilion, a sudden hush fell. Xu Churen and his grandson Xu Kang were quietly adjusting their states of mind, moved by emotion, while Zhu Biao, unsure what to say, remained silent. None of them wore masks today, strolling the streets with their true faces revealed—each strikingly beautiful, forming the most dazzling scene in the city of Fuyou. All manner of factions watched with barely veiled eagerness, though outwardly, all appeared calm; what transpired in secret was anyone’s guess.

Ning Xiao impatiently urged Shen Yi forward. Shen Yi wanted to speak, but seeing Ning Xiao’s current disheveled state and cold expression, he said nothing and started the car. They slowly drove out of the municipal compound, hailed a taxi, and headed toward a well-known natural scenic spot on the outskirts.

Xiao Junmo collapsed onto the soft couch with a cold expression. If he did not love her, why would he wait for her each night as if in a dream, longing for her return every single day?

Only after a long while did Ling Yihan lift the curtain. He saw that Nangong Yumo was already lying on the soft divan, a storybook in hand, with a teapot and teacups on the table still steaming—a scene of perfect leisure.

Chen Shuangjie, seeing Zhou Xiao’s furious expression as if she wanted to devour him, dared not linger a moment longer and gently pried her hand off his collar.

Upon hearing this, Gu Qing began to understand why Sophia had won the hearts of the people of Country Z.

Lu Mofeng first realized his own cowardice the moment Gu Qing learned of Han Yang’s passing.

Qin Feng used a large vascular clamp to block both ends of the ruptured carotid artery, then did the same to the superior thyroid artery to fully stem the bleeding.

Since so many subordinates had been mobilized today, there was no intention to simply let things pass as before.

As Su Ye spoke, she slowly entered the private room, Wang Jie following directly behind.

Inside, the room was already stocked with fried peanuts and sunflower seeds; even though the dishes hadn’t arrived, there was no lack of something to eat, and no awkwardness between them.

Upon hearing the news, the taut string in my heart finally relaxed, and I suddenly realized my back was drenched in sweat. I had gambled correctly—the person imprisoned in the dungeon was not Mu Cheng, but someone whose voice merely resembled his. Since he intended to use Mu Cheng as a bargaining chip, he would not treat him so harshly.

But what he said was true; according to operating room regulations, no one is allowed to shout during surgery.

Dian Wei’s background was even more humble than Xu Chu’s, lacking even a courtesy name, so he promptly bowed to Liu Tianhao in gratitude.

This mindset would spur those with such thoughts to hurry and enroll, fearing they’d miss the next chance at a discount.

They had eaten rice every day lately. No matter how precious or delicious white rice is, cravings inevitably arise for something different.

They noticed her forced smile but did not ask why, assuming she was still grieving her lost loved ones.

Chu Zhongyue, seeing Zhongli gesture to leave, could only drive the donkey cart to a vacant lot by the city gate.

Curiously, this time it was not Manager Wang who came to greet her, but the owner of Dexing House, Mu Zichen.

Zhongli heard from Hu Dahai that Haozhou would not face imperial assault in the near future, which was certainly good news. Yet Zhongli’s mind turned to another concern: was the White Lotus Sect fanning the flames behind Liu Futong’s desperate campaign to the north?

Sun Daping handed her the schedule, watching Jiang Yue flip through it with concern growing in his heart.

The commotion was so great that even within the imperial court, officials had begun to discuss this miraculous sage.

She was, after all, the noble princess of Nanzhao; for her to lower herself and confess her feelings was indeed a difficult task.

Nong Qiaolu’s access to the core meant her rank was certainly not low. One could only wonder whether, upon learning that the plans had allowed Nong Qiaolu into management, Zhang Tingting would regret it.

Richard stopped, took a cigarette from Arland, leaned in for a light, and took a drag.

He then leaped from the carriage and walked off in the direction Lady Zhen had indicated. “Let’s go,” Lady Zhen said, watching Fu Qinghe’s figure gradually disappear.

The other maids simply watched, none daring to speak for Xiang Yu’an or offer her comfort.

But Wang Ying’s next words left the two elders rooted to the spot, a chill running down their spines and a wave of terror rising within.

Suddenly, a fire ignited below the navel, and the qi in the dantian was instantly activated. The formless true energy surged within, circulating through the body, completing a cycle before rushing to the tip of the tongue and entering the other’s body.

This was precisely the outcome Lou Yi wanted, for he knew he was getting ever closer to the end. Another tornado descended; he had just dodged one when yet another struck, both coming within less than a breath’s time.

At that moment, faint voices of discussion could be heard outside—it was the demons, watching with mocking smiles on their faces.

He remembered that the Yuan Restoration Seal technique was once taught to him by Wang Ying; he wondered what effect it would have in Wang Ying’s hands now.

His injuries had only compounded upon themselves, yet it was already a stroke of luck to have survived; to withstand a strike from a cultivator of the Great Ascension stage was no simple feat. This was only possible because, in anticipation of the first attack, he had harnessed a vast amount of elemental energy with his Five Elements Ring.

I suddenly recalled the mysterious words the waiter had told me earlier. At first, I thought he was just trying to scare me, but now it seemed the ghosts he spoke of might truly exist.

After countless millennia spent only to end up with nothing, a sense of grievance welled up within. Lou Yi had been its most carefully chosen host; once he was captured, it could have possessed his body and returned from the dead, shedding its current shell and gaining new life.