Chapter 41: A Slight Consolation
[System: Main Quest 3-3 "The Fallen Maiden" completed. Quest reward: 50 taels. Main Quest 3-4 "Revenge" unlocked.]
[Qingyuan General's Manor]
The betrothal gifts from the Chen family arrived precisely on schedule. Chest after chest was carried inside, drawing crowds of curious onlookers, which offered a brief flash of gratification to the melancholy Moshizhi Hui's vanity.
It truly was only a flash, after all; had she married Gongcheng Ling, the betrothal gifts would certainly have been tenfold greater than this.
"My lady, that Chen family—"
Li Nan wrung his brains dry, yet could not fathom why this rough fellow wanted to kill him. Could it genuinely be an innate, predestined feud carried over from a past life?
After finishing their meal, Wang Peng and his wife, along with their children, spent another pleasant afternoon playing in Quliu before bidding farewell to the Zheng siblings and returning to Quliu.
Passing players cast bizarre glances at the man standing there with his head bowed in deep thought, holding a strange stone in his hand. No one knew what he was thinking, nor was anyone willing to bother with such an eccentric figure.
With a single gunshot, Mu Kun ended the life of the last Batu soldier on the city gate tower, and the fury in his heart gradually subsided.
"Godfather, are you alright? If you can't handle it, I'll drink it for you!" Shen Ting originally wanted to say that Feng Xiangming was cheating, but fearing that things had already reached this point and that her saying so would cause him to fly into a rage, she had no choice but to rephrase her words.
Qiangming perhaps felt that Wang Peng was not as formidable as the legends suggested. Moreover, since Wang Peng was currently serving as the town mayor of Quliu, and the tax collection quota remained firmly in his own hands, he figured Wang Peng would never dare to turn hostile or argue with him. Therefore, he stretched both arms out across the sofa and propped his feet up high onto the coffee table, fully displaying his hoodlum demeanor.
After all, their current standing within the city was quite impressive. In fact, this city ranked among the very best within a radius of several hundred miles, and having now evolved into a super-large metropolis, it was second to none.
"Young man, a great disaster awaits you in the future. Whether you can survive this ordeal is entirely up to heaven's will." Glancing at Yunlong, Shi Ansheng originally intended to keep this heavenly secret to himself, fearing the young man might be unable to bear the burden and spend his days living in a panic-stricken future.
Amidst a chorus of curses, that attendant named Shiyan—the very same servant who had secretly tipped off the Yu family—was fleeing for his life toward the Immortal Ridge region.
Outside the cave, although Guimian Guyu was disguised as a senile, aged Daoist priest, it failed to conceal his dashing and unrestrained demeanor in the slightest. Amidst the gentle breeze and the breathtaking scenery, he seemed entirely unburdened by worldly ties, resembling an ethereal immortal drifting freely.
Thus, everything became clear: Cheng Yanzhong was the twenty-fourth descendant of General Cheng, and Jiahao was the twenty-fifth descendant destined to break the Cheng family curse. Meanwhile, Su Ruoyao's present incarnation, Wang Xirui, was Cheng Yanzhong's wife.
Seemingly hearing Wang Yuehan's cries for help, a Toyota SUV screeched to a halt with locked brakes by the roadside just a few meters in front of her. Overjoyed, Wang Yuehan rushed forward in haste, desperate to seek rescue.
In truth, they fully understood that the Demon Alliance posed a formidable threat; otherwise, they would not have bothered coming here to deliberate countermeasures with Gu. Heng, Murong Yu, and the others. The only reason they acted so nonchalant was to pressure Gu Heng into conceding some tangible benefits.
"Shouldn't you be resting?" To Di Wuimo, this was merely a routine inquiry regarding a subordinate's status.
"Reporting to Senior Dongfang, he went out and will be right back!" Qiaomai uttered the title "Senior Dongfang" with extreme grievance and reluctance.
"Very well, Huaisu, go practice your calligraphy. We can converse here every single day." With those words, Su Ruoyao turned and left. She intended to reveal the entire truth of the matter to Cheng Yanzhong and let him make the final decision. Yet, once spoken aloud, would the thin-skinned Cheng Huaisu be able to endure it? Better to break the news tactfully instead.
On the other end of the phone, Zhang Yun泽 stood frozen as if struck by lightning, unable to recover his senses for a long time. Only a single sentence echoed endlessly within his mind: "She is carrying his child."
Activating the Spiritual Token, he saw that the sarira was devoid of any special protection; it had simply been encased directly in poured liquid bronze and cast into the shape of a divine general.