Chapter 39: The House Collapses, Bringing Them Home to Stay

Chen Luo, however, had no time to spare for these people. He knew full well that even if he slaughtered them all, the news of this place would still reach the Marquis of Wu’s mansion. To dare speak those words to him in such a public setting—was it truly a death wish, or was there such confidence that no one would see or know?

Qin Er said all the right things, but his heart had already flown to the Prince of Qi’s residence; he was desperate to share this explosive news with Li Ling.

"Forget it, if you can't figure it out, stop thinking about it. Regardless, someone is definitely deliberately stoking the flames of war. We must do our utmost to secure the position of commander-in-chief; we absolutely cannot let a large-scale war break out again," Shi Kai said, shaking his head.

Yushui shook her head. The deputy sect leader of the Underworld Cult had martial arts superior to her own. She dared not get too close; if she were discovered, she would not be able to escape so easily.

"Don't worry, we will do everything we are supposed to do, but if she remains this way, then my heart will truly be chilled to the core..." Ouyang Tianlin finished, turned, and walked directly toward the elevator.

"No, it's nothing. I just didn't expect you to need the beak and inner core of a Sky-Blue Eagle to refine a spiritual treasure." Yan Yingying tried her best to conceal her surprise, but no matter how she tried, a lingering trace of astonishment remained on her face.

"Mingyue, are you alright?" Seeing the barrier shattered, Shi Kai grabbed Mingyue by the shoulders, his voice filled with tension.

"Come back." Chen Luo called out loudly. Nian Mu stopped, but those purple eyes glared viciously at the handsome youth before he retreated, albeit with some reluctance.

In the past, He Yan would never have tolerated such words. But after what she had endured with Fu Shenxing, these remarks and incidents felt trivial and indifferent to her. She had no energy to entangle herself with the department head over this, so she simply smiled, nodded, and played along: "Fine, I will be more careful in the future."

"Are you disabled?" After the servant tentatively approached and found that Ye Feifan had no reaction, he finally spoke.

Duan Huan’s words struck like a sword to the heart, leaving Chi Hongyi so anxious he couldn't utter a word. The more magnanimous his rhetoric had been just moments ago, the more terrified he was now.

***

At that moment, Zhou Qing saw the man before him, and his heart tightened instantly. His whole body trembled, and he found it hard to breathe, feeling his back soaked in sweat. Was he truly doomed this time?

Mingli thought that Jimo Ao's injuries were no longer a major concern. The spiritual energy in this place was too thin to cultivate, so it was indeed time to leave.

As long as there is money, everything is manageable. Within a month, the gold-leafed sign of the Immortal Guest House was hung up once again.

He smiled breezily, and for that moment, his demeanor seemed to return to what it was years ago, turning him back into that carefree, handsome youth who let nothing weigh on his mind.

"That's your cousin! What are you thinking? Wait, I need to call Mom and Dad first," Lin Suimiao hurriedly hung up on Lin Feiyan and dialed her mother’s number. This was no laughing matter; she had already resigned from the advertising agency where she used to work. If her parents went over there now, wouldn't the lie be exposed?

Wang Li trembled all over, unable to withstand the impact. He curled up on the edge of the bed, eyes shut tight, hands covering his head, teeth clenched to suppress a scream, while sweat poured down his forehead.

Gu Tingzhi had not expected that after just being struck by Jiang Zefeng, the old man would follow suit. He had thought his grandfather had already dealt with Elder Jiang, and he was taken aback, yet he did not dodge, accepting the blow just the same.

Mu Wanfeng could not help but act this way. If it were anyone else, he could have gauged the situation and not let himself suffer the slightest disadvantage in words.

"Hello, I’d like to get some gas. Why is there no one outside to help with refueling?" Fang Zheng walked toward the cashier, asking while observing the convenience store with an unruffled expression.

Fang Zheng waved his hand, and Asakura Ryouko hurried to the old man's side, joining Professor Allen as they led him out of the room.

Now, everyone in the company knew that their boss was a programming genius who led the world in encryption, so they were particularly optimistic about the company's future. Moreover, Liu Mingyuan was exceptionally generous; he had raised the salaries of almost everyone he poached by 20%, and the benefits were far better than where they had been before.

Yuzang did not let his thoughts run wild. Orochimaru had likely researched it, and the results were probably nothing?

***

"Old Liu, you're smiling so brightly. Did something good happen?" Liu Mingyuan’s mother, Li Shuyun, saw her husband laughing foolishly at the phone as soon as she walked in, and patted him on the shoulder.

Meanwhile, on the deck of the airship, Fang Zheng lay on a sun lounger, basking in the sun.

Over a hundred corpses of the Kehu lay in the Yalu; these were the last of the Kehu who had sacrificed themselves to protect Memphis. The Kehu who had fallen earlier had already vanished completely, and these bodies would soon follow suit. Such was the final end of a mortal.

"The Marquis of Wu is peerless in martial arts! Invincible under heaven!" The soldiers of the Cao army, as if they had long expected this, shouted in unison. The sound rolled like thunder across the plains.

"It is like this: our Chairman hopes you can delete those few posts on Weibo. He will do his utmost to compensate Mr. Lin." Hearing Liu Mingyuan’s words, the assistant did not get angry, but continued to explain with respect.

He was not jealous of Alen’s ability, nor did he distrust him; it was simply that the more capable a person was, the greater the chance they would slip out of his control. Before he could fully confirm their loyalty, this was a risk he had to guard against.

Although neither of them was materialistic, they could not help but feel a twinge of envy at the sight of such advanced transportation—and private ownership at that. It was only natural; within the entire circle of wealthy elites in China, those who owned private jets could be counted on one hand. These tycoons were figures looked up to by everyone in their circle.

"Wang Er, what are you doing! Let them go immediately! I will agree to whatever you say, just don't hurt my son!" Yuan Hong ran up to the men in suits, gasping for air, and shouted.