Chapter 39: A Moment Between Life and Death

There were four berths in the soft sleeper compartment. In these times, money alone wasn't enough to secure one—a person needed the right qualifications as well. Besides the married couple, there were two other officials in the compartment, both a bit older. One had graying hair and looked to be around fifty or sixty, while the other seemed to be in his forties. When the three entered, the two men glanced over at the newcomers. Noticing that two of them were military officers, they nodded in greeting, but upon seeing Lu Jianwei, a subtle look flickered in their eyes.

When trouble inevitably broke out at the Hongwu Building, he would simply feign ignorance, as if he knew nothing of the matter. It was said that these items were quite valuable, and Chu Feng’s father, Chu Zhenguo, was rather fond of them, so instead of selling them for cash, he kept them for himself.

The four of them had already begun discussing their plans: they would leave the Wildlands and journey to the Ancient Battlefield Realm in search of higher breakthroughs and greater fortunes. Though Kong Jiuji was known for his ability to predict fate, even he could not foresee what was about to happen next.

This result didn’t just leave everyone else in the dust—it was so extraordinary that even Xiao Xiang Chuer’s score was a mere tenth of Ye Yun’s.

I will love everything about you: the elegance with which you take out money from your designer bag to treat my friends to dinner, and even your father’s adorable carelessness in setting up the fingerprint lock of your new villa to recognize his middle finger—I find your whole family utterly endearing. This is the kind of simple, steady love that I truly need.

If it were up to him alone, heaven knows what would happen. The flyers would probably end up tossed in the restroom, used as toilet paper.

Li Bingyan, the strapping man, responded and, without bothering to dress, charged at Ying Yue as he was, leaping from the bed and shooting toward him in a flash.

Curiously, around the pyramid-shaped iceberg, eleven towering peaks soared into the sky like swords, each a thousand feet tall, thrusting angrily at the heavens.

“Master Mu, how could we enjoy such breathtaking scenery without wine? Don’t be shy—just drink it,” Xiang Ling coaxed sweetly, pouring the wine straight into Chen Mu’s mouth.

A chill crept up my spine. Ganlu had probably been hiding in the kitchen corner, unnoticed by the others.

That’s why Shen San was so generous in building a house for him out of bamboo—he believed he could construct a home that would truly satisfy Young Master Wang.

But more than anything, this film served as an opportunity to assemble the company’s film and television division and to establish the necessary channels.

Li Youcai was already aware of Gan Qi’s troubles, and he felt a deep, shared sorrow, unable to muster any enthusiasm.

From distinguishing the powers within the imperial court to organizing banquets, every step was meticulously considered. To ensure a successful event, the guest list was scrutinized, leading to a blood-soaked selection that shook heaven and earth.

An elderly man in a yellow Daoist robe, with a youthful face, snowy hair, and a noble bearing, stepped out from the inner chamber. He exuded an ethereal, otherworldly aura, making it impossible to guess his true age. The crowd immediately knew he must be the alchemist who would perform on the spot—such presence could only belong to someone in the later stages of the Divine Movement realm or higher.

Though it was his first encounter with the game, he still took his time and considered his choices carefully when selecting his character.

Zhang Peng was taken aback—an esper? There were none on Blue Ocean Star, but as exchanges between the Tang Dynasty and Huaxia grew more frequent, news of espers had become widespread among Tang cultivators, to the point where almost everyone had heard of them.

It took a long time to calm things down. After the guests had taken their seats and tea was served, the real discussion began.

Liu Bing felt that the thirty years he’d spent honing his craft had been wasted. He’d learned all his master had to teach, and everything he hadn’t mastered, he’d figured out over countless years of practice. If his master didn’t know something, there was no way he could.

Fortunately, the space seemed to favor Zixin, and the Chair of Heavenly Law gave a bonus to wisdom. After ten days of persistent effort, Zixin finally managed to unleash her first strike.

The secret strife within the Celestial Moon Pavilion was just a microcosm of the turbulent rivalry between the two main factions throughout the entire Ninefold Bright Moon Pavilion. In every building, the factions clashed, though they remained restrained for now and had yet to resort to open violence.