Chapter 21

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Meng Qi watched as Nian Wei’s figure disappeared, a trace of loneliness flickering in her eyes. Her beautiful eyes widened, filled with disbelief.

Da Qiang and the others exchanged glances, occasionally revealing a hint of admiration.

What did it matter to rule the lives and deaths of billions upon billions? Lin Feng’s spirit had yet to reach the level of the immortal or divine—those merciless beings who looked down upon all living things like mere ants.

Gao Cheng glanced at the innkeeper’s wife quietly standing by the door. The snowflakes seemed to reflect the pain hidden deep within her heart.

The lone wolf spoke coldly, his eyes filled with murderous intent. Suddenly, he let out a fierce roar toward the sky. The seven points of light on his body blazed intensely as the zero force of heaven and earth howled into him, his aura surging overwhelmingly.

“Su Qian said she couldn’t endure the intense military training and submitted an application to the school to end it. Since she’s an international student, the school, considering the academic relations between the two countries, approved her request, officially ending her military training,” An Xiaoli explained.

During the night tour of Longyan Xuefeng Temple, the entire hall erupted in noise. Tong Tian’ao was so furious he nearly spat blood. He had only tried to probe his stance with a negotiating attitude, yet Longyan Xuefeng so confidently made such an unforgivable demand to his father.

In her eyes, Wei Zhuang had always been an invincible existence, overwhelmingly powerful. Today was the first time she saw Wei Zhuang lose to someone else, even though their exchange with Yang Guo was brief.

It was likely that the entire family had been slaughtered by desert bandits. Such large-scale, inhumane looting would never occur in the Five Great Empires, only in the wild deserts where lawlessness ran rampant.

“Master, sorry for troubling you. It’s really hot today…” After getting out of the car, Li Feijing looked apologetically at Sibao’s expression and couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

During their conversation, Yun Yan had remained silent, quietly watching her beloved. Seeing Lu Zhen’s confident demeanor now, her heart raced, her love growing deeper.

The trees deep inside were far thicker than those on the outskirts, likely requiring about twenty adult men to encircle them.

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Qu Ping hadn’t expected Lu Zhen’s eyes to be so sharp. When the question was thrown out, he was at a loss for words, glaring fiercely at Lu Zhen, ready to clash at any moment.

Lü Tu also felt alarmed. This Lu Zhen was no ordinary opponent. Even the officials he thought could restrain him were quickly dismissed with a few words. If that was the case, how could he possibly retaliate?

Thinking this, Daoist Ruofeng’s gaze grew even more resolute as he pondered how to invite Yun Chen to join the Heavenly Group.

“Grandson pays respects to Grandmother!” Long Linfei strode over to Cheng Lan with vigorous steps, cupping his hands respectfully and bowing deeply at a ninety-degree angle.

Jiang Anyi gave a bitter smile, hoping for a happy ending but fearing a cruel one. The Crown Prince and King Chu An would never become the Emperor and Prince Ning. Too much hardship might lead to wounds. Only the ignorant could fail to see the truth, and no one would be foolish enough to reveal it to the Emperor.

Jiang Anyi awoke from his thoughts. It had been a long time since he’d heard news of Xin Fei. He often thought of her, just now recalling their encounter in Linyang County. He wondered how she was doing now—still in seclusion?

That day, Peng Deming leisurely painted before the Taihu Rock on Guanyun Peak when a hurried figure broke his peaceful mood.

Finally, they produced the broken jar. Liu Dingtian had carefully inspected it before paying, finding nothing extraordinary. He placed the jar on the bed, scrutinizing the collection of items laid out.

Feeling somewhat weak, Long Chengxuan sat in a chair, staring at the red light above the operating room door. His heart twisted painfully. Now, all he could do was pray silently for his wife’s safety.

“Cough, cough,” Uncle Fu hastily covered his mouth, coughing heavily as the dog grew more and more excited, even intending to dredge up old, trivial matters.

“No, no, how could that be?” Long Cheng’ang thought this but dared not say it aloud—that would be courting death.

Within the Chariot Command, Wang Gui and a captain whispered, occasionally laughing. Soon, Wang Gui left, mounted his horse, and rode toward the Wang family residence.

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With the New Year just a few days away, no more than four months until he could return to Wang Xingxin, the pain in his wound suddenly seemed less severe.

“This house was specially built for you. Want to take a look? But first, let’s eat something. There will be plenty of time for sightseeing tomorrow,” Xiao Qiang said with a smile that was anything but gentle.

“Drink less. The buzz will wear off soon.” Lian Haiping waved his hand, producing a bottle of red wine in one hand, while his other reached into thin air to grab a cup. Pouring half a glass, he gently placed it before Cui Jun, the entire process flowing like magic.

Fang Rou had changed out of her wedding dress, now dressed in a stunning crimson Tang suit. Linking arms with Lian Haiping, her face radiated happiness and contentment.

Outside, the sky was already filled with sunset hues. The sinking sun dyed the sky in shades of rose and pale purple, tinting the rivers with vivid colors. The foothills across the river gleamed with a golden edge.

“I look so handsome in the mirror.” Ye Mingyang patted his face, snapping selfies. “Haha.” Shao Fan, passing by on his way back to the bedroom, laughed out loud. “Hey, what’s so funny? Laughing so loud—looking for a fight?” Ye Mingyang blushed and ran out.

Standing behind her, Xu Jinlang stared at her retreating figure for a long time, lowering his gaze only after she disappeared from sight.

Ye Miaocheng employed the sanda and grappling techniques taught by Ye Qingcheng, while the opponent used traditional martial arts boxing.

I helped Tong Xue contact Ji Tingyu’s company for decoration. It was Ruo Chen who reached out to me personally, saying the team was handpicked by Ji Tingyu, and if I had any dissatisfaction, I could ask Ji Tingyu directly. But since this house wasn’t mine, I told Tong Xue to deal with it directly.

Thus, just as Princess Pingjiang pinched her philtrum, she quickly found an excuse to back down. She sighed softly and gradually regained her composure.