Chapter Twenty-Two

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Seeing the fireball, Lin Hao was momentarily stunned, then quickly recovered. He hadn’t expected this guy to be a magician, but so what if he was? Were all those who fancied themselves powerful just fools? If they intended to kill him, why waste time with so much chatter? Was it to show off or seek validation?

Ran Xuexiao noticed Su Jin seemingly ignoring Luo Sicheng’s words, head bowed silently. She stepped in front of Su Jin and kicked him. "Did you hear the prince’s words clearly?" Luo Sicheng’s brows furrowed slightly at Ran Xuexiao’s action, his gaze complicated, revealing some displeasure.

At that moment, not only could he not win the beauty’s heart, but there was also the risk that Xiuer might choose to end her own life! Then all he would have left was a cold corpse.

Can you still touch a child’s face with hands stained by your brother’s blood? Can you still kiss your lover with lips tainted by the blood of your kin?

Yet, things had come this far. Even if he couldn’t win, he had to fight. All the effort and time spent maneuvering was precisely for the moment to strike at Chao Ge.

His phone had not rung at all, suggesting that Chu Li and Yin Ziye had not found anyone. If they had, they would surely have called to inform him, so he wouldn’t have to worry.

“Master Duanmu, if even you and your disciple can’t handle them, then attempting to breach the second wall of Xuan Yin Pass is practically hopeless,” Long Quan said with a bitter smile.

The entire space was suffused with an aura of solemnity, righteousness, justice, and morality, making one feel as if body and soul were being purified.

“What meaning does kneeling here hold?” Gu Fan didn’t continue to argue with Xue Wuming on the matter but shifted the topic instead.

Su Jin spoke and picked out a slightly burnt chili pepper from the basket, handing it to the head chef. The chef looked at the chili in Su Jin’s hand and nodded.

After this string of events, Chen ‘Lu’ finally found time to visit the Zhou Jun mansion. To avoid prying eyes, she left the palace at dusk and returned the token to Zhou Jun, who firmly declined to accept it.

“Boss, if I want to open an internet café, how many computers can fit here? How many computers did your café originally have?” Lin Yi suddenly asked.

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“How did Yaya sleep last night?” I asked with a smile. Though I knew the question was a bit abrupt, even somewhat trivial, there seemed to be a barrier between Yaya and me—one that didn’t exist between me and Aya.

“Better to go now while it’s less crowded. Let’s squeeze in so the registration desk won’t get overwhelmed later,” Lin Yi agreed with Chen Mingde’s suggestion.

Although she had once given Qin Lanxue several cultivation manuals and mystical arts to help him build his own faction, the strength displayed by Xue Bai and Rou Gu was far beyond that—and included techniques she had never seen before.

“If this really concerns the Heavenly Wolf Group, then please tell Tian Zhan on my behalf that I am no longer a member,” Miewu said gravely. Mori glanced at Miewu but said nothing further.

At this moment, the fairy dared to call him a ghost—such audacity! The prince glared fiercely at Shui Mei, who pretended not to notice, scratching her cheek and looking up at the sky.

Shui Mei was startled but said nothing—after all, Rong Mofeng had failed to clarify their relationship earlier. Now she wanted to see how he would extricate himself.

The old, hoarse wail, filled with the sorrow of a lifetime, reminded her of the old man in Minzhou’s ancient prison, whose rough hands and deeply creased face bore the marks of hardship. She shivered and sat up straight.

Poor Shu Jing’s pretty face flushed again. She wanted to argue that she had never agreed three times, but the words simply wouldn’t come out.

Kan Dao was furious that Chen San ignored Han Yu and directly called himself “Brother Dao” in front of Han Yu. Wasn’t that a clear way of belittling Han Yu? Raising himself in front of Han Yu? Kan Dao hated Chen San a hundred times over in that moment.

But, thinking back, perhaps it was because of her many years of nagging that Heaven was angered. Otherwise, why would she be dumped into this strange time and space without so much as a greeting?

Xiao Chen nodded; that the old man could see his worries at their very first meeting meant he wasn’t a charlatan. He had plenty of time; a divination wouldn’t take long.

“What are you still doing here? Get out right now!” Jiang Tao snapped, eyes burning fiercely at Xiao Chen.

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The man was stunned. Unwavering beauty was something he had never seen—he was amazed. He was momentarily dumbfounded. Unyu and Xiuyuan exchanged looks. The man glanced between them and suddenly understood.

“Meiyuan, what did you say?” Ouyang Pu was shocked by Chen Meiyuan’s words, and after a moment, asked incredulously.

If this were before, Gongsun Laiyi wouldn’t have cared about such things. But now, since she and Qin Tian had reached this stage, she couldn’t help but worry about their conversation.

“We don’t have membership cards. Can we still play here?” Yan Chuang asked straightforwardly.

Just then, Su Ming suddenly left her lips, and the hand resting on her waist ceased all improper movements.

“It’s you again…” The Taoist’s face turned pale. He was about to close the door but suddenly felt a burning sensation in his palm.

“How old are you and you still don’t know cold and warmth?” The eldest sister gently scolded while draping a coat over the elder’s shoulders.

The traffic light glowed bright red as it crossed the bustling street, seemingly oblivious to any danger.

Miss Lanyi took out her purse, counted the copper coins inside at the counter, and handed the money to the cashier, still leaving a dozen or so coins in her purse.