Volume 1, Chapter 38: Old Madam Su Gets Beaten

Old Mother Su did not care much about anything else. What she cared about most was that jar of water! That was the entire family’s supply for the day! And this wretch had just smashed it to pieces! Old Mother Su’s eyes turned red with fury. Cui Yuhong, seeing her water jar shattered, felt her heart bleeding with distress.

As for what Nangong Jue was thinking at this moment: in truth, he did not want either Nangong Han or Jiang Chengce to hold too much power. He desired for his two sons to keep each other in check, pushing the Nangong Group’s enterprises to their peak through constant competition.

The Red Tide was absorbing the vital energy of those people every second; once it had drained them dry, they would meet a miserable end.

"What?!?" Wang Zihan struggled to open his eyes, watching as the dragon beast in the sky gradually vanished into the night, becoming nothing more than a black speck! He wanted to shout something, but he found a surge of intense dizziness rapidly consuming his consciousness, and his vision slowly faded into total darkness.

The white dragon of energy that Zhao Fangbao had transformed into shattered instantly. He was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string for several yards before rolling onto the ground. His arms had already been pulverized, his hair was disheveled, his clothes were in tatters, and his face was covered in blood.

"Mingzhe, get ready to take her head," Yun Jing, hiding his presence within the reeds along the riverbank, transmitted his voice to Su Mingzhe.

"Dean, Yan Long has won." In the VIP room on the second floor, the old man in the white robe reported respectfully to the elderly woman in the black hat.

Su Zhiling first stated her identity and then comforted Gao Congming’s mother, while the other students gathered around Gao Congming’s hospital bed, offering their warm concerns.

It glanced at Feng Luoyu, letting out a low whimper that seemed both grateful and apologetic, before wiggling its chubby body and slowly walking away.

"Alright, understood. Thank you, teacher! I will do my best!" Having said that, Wang Zihan did not forget to cast a provocative look at Dai Jiang.

He felt lost, his brow furrowed tightly. He Qingfan clenched his fists. Being bitten by Nangong Ping'er like this, the bloodstain pained his heart, yet it also brought him a sense of clarity.

Taishi Xiaoji had no need for divine arts; with a single glance into Xiao Yumiao’s obsidian-black eyes, she could tell whether every word spoken was sincere.

Yi Zhengting also agreed with Gu Yunyan’s words. After the couple finished washing up, each preoccupied with their own thoughts, they lay down on the bed on the second floor. The moonlight outside the window was exceptionally bright, shining into the inner chamber; even though the bed curtains were drawn, the soft light could still be felt.

The next morning, Han Qingyi woke up very early. The sky was still dim, and through the haze, she could see broken branches scattered across the ground. Han Qingyi threw on a robe and rose; without disturbing Peihan or Yalu, she stepped outside and began to stroll aimlessly. The wind and rain from the night before had been fierce, leaving a carpet of fallen blossoms everywhere. Han Qingyi passed through the side gate and arrived at the Wangye Lotus Pond outside the Fengxiang Palace.

Feng Linghe was truly becoming more and more mysterious. A clear-headed Mo Yunchen could sense that Feng Linghe was not so simple; he was certainly more than just the chief disciple under the Six Sages.

It was currently the twelfth lunar month, and the plum blossoms were in full bloom. A subtle fragrance drifted through the cold wind, creating a truly pleasant atmosphere.

"Don't you dare hurt Douzi!" In the urgency of the moment, Jin Ling did not care whether he was a match for this demonic ape; he leaped out, covering the distance in two quick strides, and slashed his sword toward the back of the ape’s neck. He instinctively felt that the neck was the creature’s weakest point.

I heard a sound like that of a coffin lid being pried open. Listening to it, my hair stood on end. I quickly sat down next to Wang Hong, took the ink marker from my treasure pouch, and drew a circle around the two of us. Then, I closed my eyes and let the drowsiness wash over me, deciding to sleep until the world turned dark.