Chapter 31: Letting Go

How did the conversation end up here! Cao Mang hurriedly tugged Qiu Yumeng by the arm, trying to lead her outside, but she refused to let the matter drop.

“Come clean—are you involved with that wretch surnamed Ye?”

Cao Mang, not wanting her to have another episode, replied offhandedly, “What are you thinking? I’ve only met her a few times. How could that be possible?”

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His breath was heavy, like a bull’s, one hand pressed to his abdomen as he inhaled sharply to gather his energy. The color returned to his face; a healthy flush suffused his features. The power of heaven and earth within a thirteen-zhang radius converged around him like surging tides, forming a pillar of energy that coiled about his body.

A familiar warmth flowed gently through his limbs and bones. Gradually, Mu Cinian—long accustomed to falling asleep with pain as his constant companion—experienced, for the first time, a comfort so profound it made him drowsy.

Jiang Yan’s brow furrowed. Following Zhao Ziye’s instructions, he quickly pulled up that person’s complaints on Weibo and began reading.

“They should be wrapping things up over there in a day or two, right?” Ji Ning’an asked about the sowing progress as she ate. Given the number of people and their previous speed, it should be done within these days.

The lower half of the beast’s body was attached to its right forearm, its tiger tail lashing like a steel whip before finally drooping over Chu Ge’s shoulder.

Her relationship with Lin Nan was solely for the day she could confront Li Cheng—to ensure there would come a time when Li Cheng would pay the price.

Ji Ning’an’s expression darkened at these words. It was true; they could not afford further delays. The gatekeeper was resolute—he would not let them in, and no amount of explanation would sway him. If the straightforward approach failed, they would have to resort to subtler means.

Though she had sold a beast today, it had only brought in five thousand or so low-grade spirit stones—she was loath to spend any of his.

Hearing this, the Seraph fell silent for a moment, then suddenly released the driver and climbed directly out of the car.

Still, the opponent had likely inhaled some of the poisonous powder and had been wounded in the leg by his sneak attack, so the threat was much reduced.

After dinner, she brought up the matter of Plum Village on her own and told Sun Fanghua that Wen Yan would be coming home the day after tomorrow and that Luo Ning should prepare.

What’s more, with that last strike, he was certain his master meant to kill Meng Fan. The Sect Leader’s token had vanished—he’d seen it clearly himself—there was no way Meng Fan could have played any tricks.

With his cultivation technique activated, the Barbaric Emperor Sword appeared in an instant. Xuantian Sword slashed out. This time he didn’t even attempt to communicate with the sword spirit. With a thunderous crash, stones flew in all directions, startling both Cao Ruoxi and Meng Qian.

An Ruo struggled with all her might, but the difference in strength was too great—she couldn’t break free. Only when the group had left the city did Fang Ce finally release his grip on her.

All her former treasures, immortal artifacts, and magical items had been used as shields during the tribulation; what remained were nothing of particular value.

Yu Haibin had never been so celebrated before. Upon his return, he delivered all the prizes and tea leaves awarded by his superiors to Director Guan.

At this moment, the head of the Armory Department had been waiting for some time. Seeing the emperor and his entourage approach, he quickly stepped forward to greet them.

Nevertheless, a warning was still necessary. After all, with the war in the Northern Desert underway, and someone impersonating Fang Ce, while the situation remained generally stable, if full-scale conflict erupted, Fang Ce would inevitably be hampered in the capital. Returning sooner was the best course.

Ningjing’s parents had rushed to the gaming company at the earliest possible moment, hoping to make up the difference and save her life, but were met only with her cold, lifeless body.

She’d been job-hunting for over half a year now. It was always the same: the field wasn’t right, the future prospects were bleak, or the benefits were inadequate. In short, she hadn’t found anything to her liking.

A chilly wind blew; Ling Xiang felt a coldness on her cheek. Almost unconsciously, she touched her face—was that a tear?

Shi Gandang’s eyes lit up with a hunter’s excitement when he saw Ye Xun. Patting Ye Xun on the shoulder, he immediately proposed they spar.