Chapter 48: My Wife Can Actually Cook!

The next morning, Lu Jianwei was awakened by the blaring sound of the reveille. She had slept so deeply that, startled awake, she sat up abruptly, utterly confused as to where—or even when—she was.

“Sweetheart!” Gu Huaizheng, also startled by her sudden movement, quickly gathered her into his arms. “What’s wrong? Don’t be afraid, it’s just the bugle call. It sounds every morning in the army.”

He had joined the army at sixteen, and after twelve years in service, this was the first time he found the reveille truly grating to the ear.

In the faint morning light, Lu Jianwei—

In the next instant, a wolf, its claws dripping with fresh blood, encircled the members of the Ye family. Yet Mu Chen could not be frozen; his power formed an impenetrable barrier. At this moment, Mu Chen was terrifyingly strong, unstoppable.

A prescription was handed over, the medicine to be prepared accordingly. These herbs were essential for refining Scorpion Venom Three and the Five Evil Powder. He longed for strength, for control over his own fate, and, above all, without power, he would never be able to repay Qin Ya’s kindness.

After the battle, not only had he failed to defeat Qin Ya, he and An Jiulong, along with the Radiant Sect Master, were left battered and resentful.

It could be said that the six sarira beads brought less improvement than the one before; the further he progressed, the less they helped. He had once hoped to gather the remaining beads, but now he realized their effect was far less than he’d imagined.

“You shameless rogue! I’m done with you, I’m off to work!” Liu Yuxi, flushed with anger, left the table at once, got in her car, and drove away.

“Nezha, calm down! I told you not to act rashly last time, and now you’re just as impulsive!” Jiang Hao frowned and chastised him sternly.

The people below, hearing Jiang Hao’s voice, first broke into a noisy discussion, then their cries rose in unison.

At that moment, the thorn-leaf toad leapt aside, dodging expertly, and spat a mouthful of venom at the kitchen knife, which instantly corroded until only the handle remained.

“And who might you be? Are you truly princes or nobles? If so, why would you come to Fengming Mountain? And how did you end up tumbling from this cliff?” Kui Wei Feng set down his paulownia zither, murmuring to himself.

“So this is how you repay the Third Prince’s generosity? If that’s the case, I think he ought to take it back!” Zhu Chen said coldly and indifferently.

Fortunately, in this brief moment of respite, Ximen Ming—who had been silent for so long—finally stepped forward.

“I won’t talk with you anymore, madam, you go about your business. I’ll come by your house for a chat when I have time!” Du Wei said with a smile.

“The fighting spider is extremely venomous. Strategist, you’re so reluctant—are those poisonous spiders your own?” Zhu Chen asked, still smiling.

“Is this really the same Old Wang we know?” Wang Yang’s roommates looked at him with a new skepticism, seeing his newfound exuberance.

That monster always seemed impervious to attack, no matter how it was struck. Frustrated, the National Defense Squad began spewing purple beams from their mouths.

Everything else gradually revealed itself in whatever ways it could, presented here for all to see, though the manner of their manifestation was beyond anyone’s control.

Unlike a mother worrying over a child out late, Madam Gu was certainly anxious lest her money tree escape her grasp.

Wen Li’s heart thudded with fear; he kept his head down, trying to make himself as inconspicuous as possible, terrified that someone would take a dislike to him and make him a scapegoat. It was at this moment that he finally understood the vast gulf between them—he simply wasn’t cut out for political intrigue.

As the two of them exchanged words, a brilliant golden sun leapt over the mountaintop opposite, its dazzling light flooding the entire land.

Qi Ming, who once wore a bright, handsome smile, now bore a faint, perpetual frown, shrouded in an unshakable weariness.

Perhaps he had yet to recall what had happened the previous night. At this moment, Long Tianyang found everything before him unfamiliar; even his beautiful eyes held a trace of confusion.