Chapter 41: Isn't This Bed a Bit Too Small?

After spending three days on the train in this sweltering heat without being able to bathe, Lu Jianwei was feeling quite miserable. She could have taken advantage of a bathroom break to slip into her personal space for a quick wash, but Gu Huaizheng kept such a close watch on her—like a shepherd over his flock—that he didn’t leave her side for a moment. Even when she went to the bathroom, one of them was inside while the other waited right outside. After three days of this, she felt thoroughly unkempt.

Fortunately, this was a small private compartment with its own bathroom, so the conditions were not too bad. Lu Jianwei hurriedly grabbed some clothes and went in, scrubbing herself from head to toe. Only then did she finally feel refreshed.

“System, earlier when I asked you, you said you were asleep! Are you kidding me?” Lin Tian grumbled in exasperation.

“Hey, Zhang Beinan asked me to pass on a message to you!” Liu Mang shouted, but the two of them didn’t stop and kept their heads down, walking quickly.

Ji Chenxi wore a black velvet suit adorned with a metallic logo at the pocket—a custom piece from this year’s Yves Laurent menswear collection.

“But as far as I know, your company’s products are already exported worldwide. If he uses this as leverage in negotiations, what will you do?” Elder Jiang pressed again.

When Feng Huai entered earlier, he happened to be occupied on the other side and stepped away for a moment. He didn’t catch what Feng Huai said, only some faint sounds.

By the time the rescue team dug her out, she might already be frozen into a block of ice harder than stone.

Yet, when the two of them found themselves face to face, neither knew what to say. In the end, they exchanged only a few polite but distant words before Lan Yunxin quietly left Purple Thunder Peak.

This time, Han Feng didn’t wait for his opponent’s blade; instead, he swung his own with his right hand. A swift, powerful gust, charged with the force of ten thousand thunders, swept toward Liu Cheng. Liu Cheng didn’t even have time to react before he was struck and staggered back several steps, collapsing again.

She didn’t mind, though. It was no different from before—hadn’t he always ignored her anyway?

After finally returning to the country, he unexpectedly received an “invitation” from that old witch, summoning him to the main Yu family estate for an urgent discussion.

One after another, they entered the cave, where three people in prison clothes came into view—two elderly and one young. They sat together around a fire, over which hung a large black pot filled with simmering meat, its aroma filling the air.

The date had already reached December 25th. On this day, the “Walk With Me” Museum would officially open at noon.

“What’s wrong?” Xu Yun noticed the other’s flustered expression—it was as if he saw a savior upon seeing him. Xu Yun immediately sensed that something had happened.

The Colorful Man clutched his stomach and said, “I… I’ve never heard anyone put it that way. So Buddha is just an excuse for deceiving the world and stealing a false reputation. Isn’t that hilarious?” He laughed so hard that he nearly choked.

With this thought, Zimei’s curiosity grew even stronger. The two chestnut horses had already galloped far into the distance, leaving behind only a faint silhouette. Without hesitation, Zimei launched herself forward, using her lightfoot technique to chase after the distant figure.

Next, the Ice Beauty was sure to unleash the Ghost Valley Swordplay. Although Tianming had displayed various techniques of the Butcher’s Blade, those moves were connected in some way. If one could master a single move, the others would come easily.

It was nothing but a highway, flanked by iron fences stretching far into the distance, with yet another checkpoint in the middle of the road.

At that moment, a muffled voice issued from behind one of the doors, scolding someone with a tone laced with anger and threat. The voice abruptly ceased, followed by the sound of light footsteps.

“Understood!” Jeanne glanced at the western city marked on Xu Yun’s system map, then led the supply convoy toward the west.

“Get out! Unless you want the floor smeared with paint!” Azure Bell’s cold voice came, tinged with a hint of murderous intent.

If they knew about Li Yi’s feats on Five Thunder Mountain, they wouldn’t be so surprised. He’d handled dozens of late-stage ninth-level experts with ease, let alone seven mid-stage eighth-level martial artists.