Volume 1, Chapter 129: Joining Peking University

The plane landed in the dead of night.

Under Lu Boyan's arrangements, Wen Xuyu was settled into the guest bedroom of a villa, where the servants had already prepared all necessary toiletries and clothing. She initially felt it was inappropriate, especially since the man’s words implied he already had a fiancée. She instinctively wanted to refuse, but Mr. Su’s tone was so gentle and courteous that one could not find a single fault with it.

With this, the truth came to light: Song Daren was the mastermind behind it all. As for why he was so ruthless in eliminating Qiu Xia, one could only surmise that he had been pushed to the edge by her; the specific reasons, however, remained unknown.

"How about next time?" I softened my tone and posture, doing my best to humble myself.

To my surprise, the Sun God did not respond. Instead, he simply tossed a note at me without bothering to come down in person. Clearly, my words had neither angered him nor compelled him to deliver it himself. But it did not matter; neither party lost anything. I opened the letter, took a look, and couldn't help but smile.

Li Yifeng looked at Chen Yanqing with a complex gaze, thinking of how radiant she had looked that afternoon while describing her plans, and recalling the moving expression on her face when she spoke the word "private."

That "would you?" echoed repeatedly in Zhu La’s mind. She longed to agree, but the thought of her illness held her back.

Feng Yanhui was stunned. Judging by Feng Lianyi’s tone, she was angry again. Yet, she didn't think she had said anything wrong to provoke her. These words were thoughts she had only arrived at after a reminder from the Yin family—could they really be incorrect?

Suddenly, four burly men surrounded me. They seemed to have been drinking heavily, as the smell of alcohol wafted from them even from a meter away. It was clear they had ill intentions and were looking for trouble.

All of this remained unfinished. As an official governing a region, was I being too irresponsible, or perhaps, simply too incompetent?

The two seemed to have weathered so much to reach this point. Though they were not together in the eyes of the public, in Leng Chenxuan’s heart, they were.

She always wore a bright, beaming smile, her eyes curved like crescents—just like her name, she was as passionate and fiery as the summer forest.

In the end, in less than twelve hours, the ancestor of the Youxuan clan mobilized the thirteen great imperial clans. Eighty percent of the high-end combat power of the entire galaxy, led by the fourteen ancestors combined, launched an assault on the solar system!

Huang Yi was now as slippery as a loach; he would certainly be incredibly difficult to hunt down.

The two or three alien God Emperors who had luckily survived the joint attack on Chen Feng turned deathly pale, their souls shaken to the core.

Kunpeng called them demons, and their own words just now spoke of eating humans. Was it possible that demons did not fear my sword, or was this sword incapable of killing them? If the blade truly could not slay them, then if they lunged at me, they might actually eat me.

Therefore, when Fan Jin saw that mass of demonic energy rushing toward her with lethal speed, she curled her lips in a faint smile and was about to unleash the Demon Suppressing Art when a figure shielded her from the attack.

Chen Feng remained expressionless, his heart calm and undisturbed. The so-called Five Elders of the Galaxy had been wiped out by him, and it was their own doing—nothing worth feeling sympathy for.

In the long run, it was certain that through strenuous and dedicated combat, one could achieve truly formidable power.

No matter how good Fan Siren’s stamina was, she couldn't keep tossing and turning for long, let alone when her stamina had always been quite poor.

"Lingjun. 'Named me Zhengze, styled me Lingjun.' That’s a good one." Mother Chu also took a liking to that name.

"So this is the 'Light' in 'Light and Dark Journey,' is it?" a design master in the audience remarked with a sense of realization, and his words were immediately met with agreement from many others.

The Gu family had sacrificed five thousand clansmen to protect him. As long as the Imperial Grandson was not a fool, he would certainly take Gu Jiaqi, a descendant of the Gu family, as his primary consort to console the loyal and veteran officials. If the situation were reversed and it were Emperor Jing, he would surely have done the same.