Chapter 81: Simply Unstoppable

Jian Weian said anxiously, “We’ve revoked your servant status and forgiven you. Please, just leave. I’m begging you.”
Lin Ran responded resolutely, “I’m a man who’s made mistakes. If I’ve done wrong, I must accept punishment. I willingly choose to serve as a servant for a week. There’s no need to discuss this!”
“You really… sigh…” Jian Weian was completely at a loss with her boyfriend. Where could one find such a stubborn man? She had already forgiven him, yet he insisted on being a bathhouse worker, as if he enjoyed punishing himself.
The Temple Guard launched a massive search, and naturally, Junneng Star was thrown into chaos. The shipyards suffered the most; every single awaiting magic ship was ordered to delay departure. The Temple Guard searched ship after ship, not sparing even restrooms or luggage compartments, resulting in widespread complaints and grumbling.
This was the first thing Chen Yihui said after waiting for Zhao Ziwei at the restaurant entrance. Zhao Ziwei wore a white chiffon blouse with a subtle floral pattern on top and a bright red bohemian skirt below—her outfit was striking and could easily rival Chen Yihui’s black chiffon dress.
Zhou Ying knew it was pointless to linger and went to settle the bill. After bidding farewell to Zhenzhen, Zhao Ziwei also left the restaurant. Zhenzhen stared at Zhao Ziwei’s retreating figure, twice wanting to chase after her, but the sight of her swaying hips, that flowing skirt, and sharp heels sapped all her courage.
“Haha, the Mountain Peak Giant Tortoise has actually arrived. Let’s see what defenses they have left… I wonder how the seven great families and Marquis Zhangxing are feeling now.” The emperor laughed.
Yet Li Chengqian unexpectedly led his troops deep into the grasslands alone, abandoning all support. The old officials at court began to harbor other thoughts, believing Li Chengqian was overconfident and only interested in gambling for advantage, ignoring practical reality.
Only after hearing the old man’s words did Ma Zeyuan’s mood settle. This elder, Xu Fangting, was the wealthiest man in Southeast Asia, wielding considerable influence in Myanmar, Vietnam, and other countries in the region. He also had many connections with high-ranking figures in Huaxia. Although not well-known domestically, he was a person of the highest stature among the circles of the wealthy.
One must understand, the imperial palace was nothing like the homes of ordinary people. Most commoners’ houses were made of thatch; those better off might use tiles. But the palace roofs were all glazed tiles—those were perilously slippery. A single misstep could send someone sliding off, plummeting from a height of about twenty feet.
“Then have your people draw it—chart a map of the entire Tang Empire,” Li Er said, turning his head to look at the wall behind him, as if searching for something.
Yet the World of Sin could give birth to Boundary-Breaking Ancestor Gods, while the Multiverse until now had only produced Supreme Ancestor Gods.
A talismanist’s spiritual power could be projected outward, making it easy to probe for things, but Song Fan’s spiritual power was too weak, so he had to resort to this clumsy method to summon it forth.
It was long expected that it might snow and freeze, so only one Ferris wheel was opened, which still required security and ticketing. For the Zhou family, this was hardly worth the effort. However, thanks to Lin Jingyu and Zhou Xuan’s deep friendship, such matters were easily arranged.
“So you’re saying you’re not as good as a true poison master?” Yi Xuan couldn’t help teasing her, seeing her so agitated.
Yi Xuan recited two incantations in a row, causing her actions to halt again, while the runes floating on the ring began to blur.
Yan Shi was momentarily lost for words. After a pause, he hesitated but finally revealed that Madam Shen had asked him to go to the Wen family to propose marriage.
Once the news broke, Sun Jian was naturally overjoyed. But soon, Left Strategist Zhou Yu arrived at the royal residence, accompanying the eldest prince Sun Ce to pay their respects.
“Damn it!” Qiu Ying punched the air with frustration, his eyes flickering uncertainly. He had never anticipated things would turn out this way.
He glanced around the room. There was no one else present, making him even more certain that these red marks must have been caused by himself.