Chapter 46: So Happy I Could Go Mad

The Gu family’s ancestral home was in Qi Province. When Gu Dahai and his wife were young, they ventured across the northeast, and now they had firmly established themselves there. One was an eighth-level fitter at a foundry, the other a workshop director at a food factory—both were regarded as highly capable individuals in their locality.

At that moment, Gu Dahai was instructing an apprentice in polishing castings. When he heard that there was a call for him, he needed no further guess—it must be his youngest son. He ran as he stripped off his gloves.

He sat for a while in the logistics office, the electricity...

Just as with powerhouses of Jie Geng’s caliber, if they were to bear offspring, there was a fair chance their children would inherit some of their abilities, beginning from the womb itself. Their starting line was already a sprint, leaving ordinary folk far behind.

Zhang Dongming certainly understood Wang Qiang’s emotions at that moment. He also knew Wang Qiang’s feelings were not merely because of the ten thousand yuan. Yet, he was aware of another reason, one Wang Qiang would never voice, and he himself would not reveal.

Choosing to cry in a BMW rather than laugh behind a bicycle was the true reflection of change.

In the office, Anna had not returned. Zhang Dongming leaned back in his chair with his eyes closed, lost in thought.

Li Yu glanced sideways. A cascade of pitch-black hair obscured her head, face, and neck, revealing only the smooth curve of her shoulder, which gleamed under candlelight with a lustrous sheen.

“I’ll teach you two how to craft imitation storage rings—an advanced technique for making storage pouches. The finished product won’t match the capacity of a proper storage ring, but it’s a step up, suitable as interim storage for disciples in the late stages of Qi training.” Refining artifacts was no obstacle for the big orange cat.

Tie Wuhuan had only just found Li Yu a day earlier and was still unclear about many matters. Hearing this, his expression changed subtly.

Yu Jiao was unconscious atop a smooth, broad table. The Thousand-Skin Ghost Granny had reverted to her true form and waited respectfully by the door.

In the car, Ye Qingli’s brows were slightly furrowed. He had never expected Yun Mo to risk his life to save him. Even if Yun Mo hadn’t shielded him, he would have been fine. Yet, Yun Mo intervened regardless.

He opened the post. Inside were challenge videos from the top fifty floors of the Devil’s Trading Post. They were anonymously uploaded, so the person who recorded them was hidden—there was no way to see who it was.

That person was none other than Xu Li, now one of Wei Wuji’s most trusted aides and one of the actual operators at the Smokehouse.

The second leg of the match between the two teams would be held next month on the eleventh—there was still a whole month to go. The players had returned to their respective clubs. Zhang Shujie and three others boarded a flight to Europe the day after the game to prepare for the league.

Zhang Yiming patiently explained, and as he thought of finally being able to be intimate with Tan Xiaoya, he felt a rush of excitement.

Liu Xiaoxi spoke calmly. Her knowledge of firearms was extremely thorough. Although it was her first time handling such an automatic rifle, once it was in her hands, she immediately grasped its strengths.

“Good, very good! I’ll remember what happened this time!” Dr. Liu threw down what he was holding and turned to leave.

But the strength of Bando Tatsuo was far beyond her reach, and not something she could block.

“About to leave, so every extra glance counts.” Qi Feng curled his lips into a mischievous smile.

The true heroes remained behind the scenes. Qiu Wen, Shen Tingting, Shen Yaqing, Qian Weiguo, Zhang Kui, and Gao Qiang quietly faded from everyone’s sight.

The various factions in the underground world, keeping a close eye on the movements of the two major organizations, were stunned when they heard of the upheaval at the Blood Wolf base.

Warmth gradually replaced sorrow, spreading in her heart. In that moment, Bing Lan truly became the master of Fu Lin.

Moreover, the “little bit” of Monkey Wine in the Spirit-Storing Jade Flask had been nourished by nearly ten thousand years of spiritual energy. It was likely that the Monkey Wine in this flask rivaled the finest nectar and jade dew.

The days and months flew by. Before the autumn imperial exams the following year, Xu Liang bade farewell to his future father-in-law and traveled to Jinan to visit his uncle Xu Yao. He recounted all his encounters along the journey. Xu Yao was overjoyed and thoroughly prepared him for the examination, eagerly awaiting his nephew’s success and the glory it would bring.