Volume 1, Chapter 65: I Am Lei Feng

According to Madam Wang, Yingxiang had fallen ill with a sudden and critical affliction, and because her condition was grave, she had been moved out of the estate overnight. Madam Wang spoke of this with utter casualness, yet Fu Jun caught a glimpse of aversion and contempt in the slight twitch of the older woman's eye. Therefore, with quiet prudence, Fu Jun chose not to press further with any questions.

Had time stood still, he might have continued to live within the embrace of carefree nurturing, but destiny granted him no such quarter; a sudden upheaval ultimately forced him onto a path where he could no longer govern his own fate.

Suddenly, even as Zhan Feng remained wholly engrossed in the ancient manuscript in his hand, Yan Wu’s footsteps faltered. Her delicate brows arched slightly, and a glint of alertness flashed across her star-like eyes as she immediately raised her voice to issue a warning to Zhan Feng.

Under such circumstances, he truly could no longer afford to remain a mere spectator. Even if he could not bring the shifting tides of the situation entirely under his own control, he had to strive to steer them to his own advantage.

The greatest problem still remained: cultivators were entirely unable to practice their arts in the Immortal Realm. It could be said that for as long as one stayed here, one's cultivation stagnated. Mo Jiangnan, however, cared little for this. He was not here to cultivate, and given his temperament, he cared very little about his own cultivation level, attaching no importance whatsoever to whether his true essence advanced or not.

In truth, was such a life not rather pleasant? At the very least, a ladle and a patch of mud would never trip one up, nor would they scheme against others, let alone plot to take a life. Were she in Fu Jun's position, she would far rather rot away alongside a wooden ladle and muddy earth than waste her youth idling away the hours within the inner quarters.

Upon hearing her father’s consent, Lu Qinghua felt a boundless surge of joy. She knew all too well her father’s martial prowess; Crimson Lotus was simply no match for him. If she were willing to endure a bit more hardship, perhaps the day would finally come when she could surpass Crimson Lotus.

And all of these sweeping changes had occurred precisely after Qian Fugui's downfall. As for the reasons behind Qian Fugui's ruin, while others might remain in the dark, he knew with absolute certainty that it was inextricably linked to Ma Yi.

With Mo Jiangnan’s abysmal level of cultivation, it was hardly surprising that his identity had been seen through, yet to claim once more that he was merely a sightseer stretched credulity a bit too far. If one were an ordinary tourist, burning a stick of incense might still be considered understandable, but which cultivator ever went sightseeing by intruding into another person’s private domain?

It was as if someone had struck a heavy blow directly against San Pandieu's heart, causing it to plummet instantly. He collapsed powerlessly back into his chair, his body devoid of all vitality as though his very soul had been wrenched away, his eyes turning utterly lifeless.

Everyone believed Fu Zhidong to be gentle, refined, and courteous, yet those closest to him knew all too well how frequently he struggled to rein in his own violent temper. The fragments of shattered porcelain and the echoing crashes of bitter quarrels were the finest proof of this, yet having reached this juncture, Fu Zhidong felt that there was no longer a single soul in this world who truly understood him.

Was that young man Murong Bai not the one who had previously cast not even a fleeting glance of regard upon this azure-hoofed roe? Why should he now treasure it as though it were some priceless jewel?

"He is the mayor, and it is only right that we cooperate with the execution of official duties. Let them come over; it is time for us to go down and show our faces," Elder Li said with a wave of his hand.

However, if this figure in the black robe truly belonged to the Jian family, then it would be exceedingly difficult for her to deduce which of these individuals the black robe actually was.

The words Zhang Yong shouted aloud filled even him with a sense of revulsion, but in order to obtain news of Liu Sha, he had no other recourse and was forced to resort to this desperate measure.

It seemed there was no longer any need to keep Jian Ran restrained, for the very scene he had longed to witness had already transpired.

After waiting another twenty minutes, Gu Jiang still did not dare to cast even a casual glance inward. Watching the jade pendant rest right before his eyes with no way to lay hands upon it, his impatience finally began to mount.

And it was precisely at this moment that the anomalies between heaven and earth appeared even more violent. The cosmos trembled with greater intensity, and the dark red lightning flashed with far more ferocity.

Yutong took a deep breath. She still felt somewhat weak in limbs; although she had just shaken off the lingering haze of the illusion, Zhou Shixing, being a rugged man of mighty frame, could hardly be expected to handle her with such tenderness.

Simultaneously, he stepped forward to offer a supportive arm and placed a wine flask with a white jade spout right into his embrace. "This is Kao Shan Village, just outside the city of Jishui County. I went out to gather firewood this morning and happened to spot you by the roadside." This was the unvarnished truth.

Especially given how lucrative earthwork construction was, how could Chu Jianghang possibly abandon such a delectable slice of the pie?

"Hey, Big Black, my brother! Your performance today was simply stellar, truly astonishing. It is hard to imagine that a top-tier player of your caliber is only playing on a minimum salary!" Lillard’s words nearly caused Kerr to explode with fury.

Could it be that he still considered her his wife? Absolutely not; today, she had to make her stance crystal clear and nip such a dangerous notion in the bud.

Karuizawa Kei represented the voice of the ordinary students gathered there, voicing those somewhat irresponsible innermost thoughts.

Yet his complexion was as dark as the bottom of a wok. As the chubby figure in the distance drew closer, Lin Yuan had to forcefully suppress his churning emotions to go up and converse with the man, but the plump fellow did not even raise an eyelid, walking straight past Lin Yuan’s outstretched right hand and taking the lead to stride into the gates of Lingyan Corporation ahead of him.

The value of Sun Dahai undoubtedly far surpassed a maximum salary, and his cost-performance ratio was immeasurably high. Aside from the bug-like existence of Sun Dahai himself, it was truly rare for other max-contract players to single-handedly drag a roster of minimum-salary teammates into the playoffs.

His gaze remained fixed unblinkingly upon Qiao Zhao, his eyes as dark as ink-stones, concealing all emotion. After a long moment, as if granting a bestowal, he extended a slender finger and gently poked her flushed, burning cheek with the pad of his thumb.