Chapter 30: Was She Being Harassed?!

The state-run restaurant was one of the liveliest places in An City, and Lu Youyou felt quite pleased as she admired the grand facade. Since arriving, she hadn’t dined out yet, and stepping inside gave her the sensation of being in an old film. The restaurant bustled with noise, nearly full to capacity. Lu Youyou glanced around and noticed only two vacant tables on the left side. Pointing to the seats by the window, she asked, “Shall we sit there?”

Gu Qingye gave a slight nod. “You sit first; I’ll go order.”

Wu Xi awoke from a dream feeling uneasy, unsure of his surroundings. All he remembered was spending the previous day discussing tactical strategies with Tong Guan, planning the army’s future offensive directions.

Arriving at Qi Jie’s place, they found Grandfather Qi present as well, so they didn’t hesitate and walked straight in. Looking up, he saw the other three seated in the visitors’ seats, while the host had yet to appear.

“This concerns the inspection of the East River embankment, sir. Please take a look,” Shao An took over the conversation.

Bei Dou pondered for a moment. To be honest, his understanding of the religious battlefield was still shallow; at this point, he could only analyze based on the intelligence he had gathered.

Although the moon and stars were about to be obscured by clouds, the candlelight in Liu Bingyi’s room flickered steadily. Han Zeng had not returned, and with the one he cared about absent, how could he sleep peacefully? Hearing Han Zeng’s voice at the door, Liu Bingyi rose to open it and was startled to see Han Zeng standing there alongside Huo Chengjun, who lowered his head upon seeing him.

What began as an argument quickly escalated into a fight. Li Honghui’s martial skills were not to be underestimated; he fought off ten opponents single-handedly, swiftly and decisively overpowering them.

The next day, as guests gradually dispersed from the mountain, Lin Yin watched from afar as Gongxi Wanwan and her disciples descended. A sudden emptiness welled up inside him. Looking around at the vast, misty landscape with snow dancing in the wind, he felt a profound loneliness for the first time in his life.

Then he turned to Yaoyao. “You were just about to marry him, but look at your status—you truly are unworthy of Brother Wang Hao!” Yaoyao had been smiling moments before, but hearing this, she abruptly walked away.

Yet she still couldn’t evade the slash of the giant sword’s shadow; in an instant, she was crushed beneath it, unable even to scream.

Wang Yuanyuan, seeing that Liying was unwilling to accept the medicine, resolved to force it into her mouth.

She could no longer afford to gamble. Gone was the courage she had during the day to confess to Shen Jun about her affair with Li Hengchuan; now she even contemplated hiding those sordid deeds.

Shen Jun left the ward and collided in the corridor with Li Hengchuan, who was conducting his rounds.

That night was chaotic for the other three groups as well—after cooking, they still had to boil water and bathe the children.

Compared to the fierce battle with Chizun on that day, Xiao Feng’s muscles and bones had grown stronger, his strength more profound, able to withstand greater force. His palm strikes had become more powerful and weighty.

“Everyone, we have only five days,” Lin Haolin said bluntly, cutting to the matter of time. Since this was official business, there was no need for unnecessary chatter—he had learned this from Wu Jinmu.

Not to mention the Five Absolute Divine Skills, which naturally blended with the combined techniques of the Qingcheng Sect.

Lin Yu looked at Xu Ying, whose face was as cold as still water, and felt a shiver run through him. Xu Jie in this state was not someone to provoke.

Ji Yunxian suddenly felt his entire body plunge into an icy abyss; his heart clenched tightly, his throat painfully constricted, leaving him almost breathless.

“Hmph, who are you trying to fool? If he’s not your boyfriend, why are you so close to him? Linking arms and leaning on each other—what kind of behavior is that?” Yang Honggang’s voice boomed, making Su Yan feel deeply awkward.

If physical attacks were unusable, what about magical assaults? Watching his fist still glowing from the recent flames, Liuliang realized his mana had yet to dissipate, so he began to concentrate magic in his hand.

Because Yang Chen had specifically requested from his superiors to be equipped with a fighter jet. Of course, only a soldier king like Yang Chen could make such a demand.