Volume 1, Chapter 24: Secretly Photographing Shu Ya

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Hospital.

VIP Ward.

Shen Qingzhu leaned against the hospital bed, her face deathly pale.

“Brother Yichen, the apology statement I issued has already minimized the company’s losses. Don’t be angry with me anymore, all right?”

Fu Yichen let out a sigh.

Was he angry?

Of course he was.

But seeing Shen Qingzhu looking like a pitiful little wounded rabbit, he simply could not bring himself to vent his anger.

Jing Yian shrugged helplessly. She could only accept the situation as it was. After all, they had reached this point one step at a time, and since she could not speak now, there was nothing she could do to help.

As they entered the hotel lobby, the manager came over.

“Mr. Ye, two police officers have been waiting for you in the lobby.”

Before Su Ruoxue and the others could figure out what was happening, all the torches in the camp suddenly flared to life, illuminating the pitch-black night sky as brightly as day.

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Many people may have merely entertained the thought, but quite apart from Bu Qianyao’s identity as the president of Everpeace Realty, her exquisite, celestial beauty alone was not something ordinary men could profane at will.

When Hua Zaiheng said this, his tone was deliberately sarcastic. It made Qi Linger grit her teeth in fury, yet no matter how much she hated him, she was still placed under house arrest by the Hua family.

Nearby, Zhang Sheng and Li Gang cast envious glances at Wang Anqing. But envy was all they could manage. To be a bookkeeper, one had to be literate and know arithmetic. The two of them were rough men who understood nothing about such things.

The horizontal saber in his hand trembled. With a single sweeping strike, he severed several spears thrusting in from the left. His left arm clamped down in the same motion, and his inner force surged forth like mountains collapsing and seas overturning, blasting several spearmen away through their shafts.

Cheng Chen stopped in his tracks. Anger faintly rose in his eyes as he looked at me, and the corners of his lips pressed into a thin, straight line.

Before long, the spare ribs were already in the pot. Since the dish required a little more time, Han Boyuan planned to let them simmer while he prepared the other dishes.

And his first high-star card, Blue-Eyes White Dragon—had he actually gotten an incredible bargain?

“Didn’t you once say that if I died, you would become self-reliant and provide for yourself?” Xiao Yun giggled. She placed particular emphasis on the final four words, then shot Wang Qingyao a flirtatious glance laden with meaning.

Of course, there was another possibility: whatever oath Altair Brewster had sworn had nothing to do with me, Adele Circe.

The remaining cultivators entered as well. Xu Changfeng, Old Zhang, Ling Menglu, and Chen Yan joined hands and stepped into the secret realm.

It was like pouring oil onto a fire. Emperor Taizong’s expression instantly darkened, and his imposing aura frightened Zhang Qi and the others so badly that none of them dared raise their heads.

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The auntie cursed angrily, yet her face was covered in smiles, her eyes rimmed red as though she had been deeply moved.

With their disappearance, this stage of the academy tournament’s storyline would come to an end. And if the events in my memory did not change, Tang San would apparently first be taken somewhere by Tang Hao to train in the use of the Clear Sky Hammer for two years before entering the Slaughter City.

Still, I believed the Emperor certainly had his own judgment. After all, everything he had been doing during this period had already made me look at him in a new light, and he had truly done an outstanding job.

Liang Rou managed to talk Zhou’s mother into retreating with nothing more than her silver tongue. She even made Zhou’s mother too intimidated to be so brazen the next time she came looking for trouble. Before long, the entire village had heard about Liang Rou’s battle of words with Zhou’s mother.

Zhang San and Li Si lived quite comfortably in the Yu residence. They had no worries about food or drink, and their lodgings were pleasant—far better than wandering in the open air and sleeping rough every day as they had before.

“What exactly happened to Fellow Daoist Luo? Why would he send a red distress talisman? Could he have encountered a second-level demon beast?” asked a young cultivator who, like Song Qingming, had apparently joined the Flying Cloud Guard only recently.

The old man accepted the jade slip and extended his divine sense into it. After reading its contents, his eyebrows immediately shot up.

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