29. The Real and Fake Heiresses (VII)

"You two, check if they bought tickets," Luo An said loudly to the security guards, ignoring the eight blond-haired men.

This veteran appeared mature and steady, his face always wearing a gentle, spring-breeze smile.

This time, there was no treacherous fellow like Su Huanzhen to present that sword manual—what was it called? "Observing the Sword in Silence"?

The next second, everyone’s gaze was drawn to the shadow cast by the mountain peak above. By the time they realized the terrifying scale of Mount Qingcheng, there was almost no time left to escape.

The coffin opened, and the world lost its color; the previously bright, sunlit sky immediately turned overcast. Uncle Nine could not help but knit his brows at such a sudden change in weather, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.

"Xiyang, if the Moon Goddess grants me a wish, I want her to turn you into a ring to wear on my finger, so that wherever I am, you will be too!" Before parting, he held my hand tightly and murmured.

Wuyiwei glanced hesitantly toward the west side of the woods. Mu Cheng walked over silently; behind a large tree, she curled up, shoulders trembling, her hands pressed tightly over her mouth to stifle her sobs, tears already streaming down her face.

Yet, who could have expected that after completing this series of movements, he would reach back to touch Yi Luo’s barrier, only to find nothing there at all?

He likely didn't take it to heart, assuming Cui Luohan was just boasting, uttering tall tales without having witnessed the true power of Yiji Yuchuan.

Lighting the candles, Yuanyuan sat quietly to the side and watched, until the flame of the candles reflected a bright glow in her dark, round eyes.

Just then, Xiao Ruyue heard the shouting from inside the room and ran out in her pajamas. She turned on the living room light, and upon seeing me, they were all startled.

"Prince Yan, stop stroking my hair." She gritted her teeth; to avoid making a scene later, she felt she should warn him.

For a moment, Ye Qingting’s expression turned awkward, his brows furrowed as if caught in some sort of distress.

In the past, wasn't she always arrogant in front of Yuhui? How could she be slapped in public today and not even have the strength to fight back?

***

Outside, the wind picked up. Without notice, the sun hid behind soft clouds. The sky grew gloomy. Ling Xiquan squinted against the wind; people came and went on the road, stretching out into a vast, endless distance.

But now, I held back no mercy, biting down even harder. I knew that whether among humans or animals, only ruthlessness allows for survival, especially for animals—it is a world of the jungle.

Seeing the guns in their hands, I felt uneasy. It was true that if they were just ordinary people with four submachine guns, Guan Zinuo and his companion wouldn't care, but they were martial artists; if they were armed with guns, the situation changed entirely.

No, he wouldn't come. Once she decided to escape his side, she no longer had his protection; how could he possibly know where she was?

In the quiet room, Kelly Clarkson’s soulful, angelic voice drifted through the air. She was suddenly touched, feeling a hint of sorrow.

Beside her, Pei Qingyu took a call, his face changing instantly. Ignoring Mu Yingchen, he lowered his head and whispered something in her ear.

Yet, this guy kept shaking his head. Oh, he had some backbone. Just as he raised his palm again, he saw the guy fearfully pointing at his own mouth, and he realized: he had threatened this fellow earlier, and that was what this was all about.

"Very well!" Qi Chengwu had intended to take a step back as Shi Jie suggested, but he hadn't expected the other party to be so indifferent to the marriage. He was nearly driven to madness, which only hardened his resolve to break off the engagement and kill the man instead.

This time, Father Luo said nothing. He shook his head helplessly and went upstairs, leaving Mother Luo and Luo Yan staring at each other in dismay.

Hearing Dongfang Yi’s words, Assistant Chen collapsed into his chair in relief, gasping for air, his shirt already soaked through with sweat from his back.

The beautiful Miss Yu had black lines all over her forehead. "Surely... not?" The thought process of a mad scientist cannot be fathomed by ordinary people, so he truly didn't know the answer to this question.

"Who? Chen Qiaochu and Tao Xiaoni?" Does that count as a secret affair? It seems that anyone even remotely familiar with them knows that Chen Qiaochu is pursuing Tao Xiaoni, failing repeatedly but refusing to give up, vowing not to stop until he wins her over.

At dinner, Mi Duo finally understood what the Tree of Life meant by "the children call me Grandpa Tree," as all her plants expressed intense, ecstatic joy at the arrival of this tree.

Yun Xiao didn't dare to breathe. Having just escaped death, he didn't dare utter a word, only looking aggrievedly at his senior brother, Dongxuan. Sima Han’s face was as cold as ice; if the situation hadn't been so unfavorable for their side, he would have rolled up his sleeves and fought Xia Tian.

***

Watching her happy expression, Xia Tian didn't want to dampen her spirits. In his heart, he hoped the Old Ginseng Spirit was merely injured and not at the end of its life. If it were just injured, there was a cure; if its time had come, there would be no suitable materials to refine a Foundation-Consolidating Pill.

Eric’s words made the scene fall into an eerily strange silence. Luo Yixuan tilted her head to look at Eric, realizing for the first time that her senior brother’s tone could be so sharp.

Yi Zhen suddenly felt a chill down her back. She spun around sharply to see a malevolent ghost sitting in the back seat of her car, reaching out, ready to throttle her neck.

Han Wei felt exhilarated, looking forward to sparring with Yang Aruo again. This feeling of "an eye for an eye" was addictive.

Xun Yu’s carriage sped away. Man Chong stared at it, unwilling to let go, his hand gripping his sword hilt tightly.

Furious cannon fire rained down on a strike soldier who hadn't managed to retreat in time. Bai Sen remembered that guy; he should be called Mu Fanghua, a user of a long-sword-type Divine Machine. His strength was mid-tier, and he had even single-handedly conquered a Sun-Binding Mara, but he certainly wasn't in good shape right now.

Felik and the others had grown somewhat accustomed to Bai Sen’s habit of appearing and disappearing like a dragon. Unsurprised, they moved toward the direction of Estia.

As raindrops fell onto this ruined battlefield, countless roots broke through the soil, and colorful flowers began to bloom one after another.

But the good times didn't last. After less than a year of study, the Yellow Turban Army of Xuzhou broke through Beihai, and Zheng Xuan and his disciples fled to Mount Buqi to escape the chaos. At that time, grain was extremely scarce, and Zheng Xuan had to stop teaching and bid farewell to his students.

This was also a way for Han Wei to express his determination, aiming to achieve merit early, defeat Cao Cao, and pacify Jizhou.

The Marquis hurried to Li Yunhui’s side and reached out to touch his wrist. A surge of intense heat flowed directly into the Marquis’s body.