Chapter 39

"Strange, what is your purpose?" Chen Junyi asked softly, feeling somewhat puzzled by the tall man's behavior.

The sunset glow remained brilliant. The birthday banquet for the head of the Meng family had already begun, set up in the grand square of the Meng estate. Circles of tables and chairs extended from the center outward, hundreds in each row.

After a long while, Jing Chuan felt his throat going dry. Xue Qiao was still tearful, and Qingcheng could no longer bear to watch. She knew that if Jing Chuan was to marry the one called Qingzhu, he must have his reasons; she trusted that he was not a man who would cast aside the old for the new, so she joined in to comfort Xue Qiao.

Hearing that they were disguised as a theatrical troupe, Sanxi felt a wave of relief. He had been fretting over how to satisfy the guests' requests, and this, at least, was a familiar routine.

The various prodigies walked forward under the gaze of the crowd. As expected, only two from the Blade Sect area moved toward the left, choosing the Blade Sect. The others all moved toward the right, entering the Sword Sect.

Jing Chuan looked at Lu Ming. He had seemed fine that morning, so why was his face now covered in blue and purple bruises, with one particularly large, swollen contusion?

Qitan, by the strange rocks, seemed to sense the suction vanish and began calling out loudly for Ning Hao.

Qing'er was slightly startled, and then, she connected it to a story about the Tiantai Sect she had once seen while browsing the secret chronicles of the Ice Clan.

The Vice Palace Master suppressed the rage in her heart. This time, not only had she failed to gain any advantage, but she was also burdened with supporting the useless Shui Hua for the rest of his life. She had to swallow this bitter loss; if she dared to treat Shui Hua poorly, the morale of the entire Sacred Water Palace would likely collapse.

Gong Qiangliu sneered, closing in on Qin Xiao by a few steps and releasing the aura of a Martial Dao realm expert. A hazy mist rose silently, shrouding the area and isolating it from the outside world.

According to the dealership, the vehicle had astonishing traction, making it highly popular as a beast of burden for towing yachts.

Ye Xiyuan had already endured enough today. Seeing Lexi also speaking to her with such insolence, she became absolutely furious and blurted out her true thoughts.

Otherwise, she would never know what Long Zhanting’s goal was or what he was plotting, and she would always be the one constrained.

***

However, her current situation was complex. She could not explain everything to Elder Tang in front of the child, so she could only express her gratitude with a warm embrace.

If not for the fact that the Jing Linglong sect rules emphasized moral education, they might well have evolved into the very people who had once oppressed them.

No one raised any objections, as they all knew the sect leader would only decide to move if the new location were truly better.

It was September, and the air had turned cool. The flowers in the Yu Garden were still blooming vigorously, mostly chrysanthemums, with a few roses among them.

Long-distance calls within the mainland were troublesome at the time, as county-level lines still required manual operators, though many international calls used programmed lines—it was unclear if they used satellite transfers or dedicated cables.

"Oh? He spent so much time grooming you; why is he in such a hurry to pressure you now?" Zhang Jing asked.

Perhaps the knocking had disturbed the neighbors. After a long while, the neighbor across the hall finally came out to say that the family had left in a hurry days ago and had not returned. Zhang Jing had no choice but to give up.

Both sides had concerns and weaknesses. Perseus’s side was heavily depleted, while Jeanne d’Arc Alter’s side had many hidden risks, and Fafnir’s mobility had yet to be restored.

Feng Yajun lifted the microphone. She did not know why, but despite being accustomed to all this, her eyes grew moist.

Although no sound was made, to Feng Ge and Horth, it was as if that neck had been snapped several times over.

However, on a Tuesday in May, exactly one year after Su Yun had completely disappeared, he suddenly logged into the Weibo account he hadn't touched in ages and posted a message that shocked the entire nation.

Every executive who came to the meeting had their phone confiscated before entering the conference room to prevent any leaks.

"You're here!" Feng Ge looked at Ye Canglan walking toward her, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips, before she fainted away.

***

First, without requesting instructions or reporting, he had crossed jurisdictions to make an arrest, and the case involved the Prince of Kucha. After capturing the city of Dundo, he had massacred the population; although the city was mostly filled with Turkic mercenaries, this was still a grave taboo.

Yet she realized that because she understood she might have been reborn, her mood was now so good that even seeing Cheng Xuexi felt exceptionally warm.

Otherwise, she would not be a breathing, living person now, but a living corpse like Miss Narcissus.

The dense vegetation on the Invisible Island provided an excellent material basis for shipbuilding. Trees that had grown for decades were felled at will, old vines were pulled down, magic was used for reinforcement, the Serpent-Hunting Sickle served as a plane, and all this was combined with the Servant’s inherent skill, "Item Construction."

Everything before his eyes seemed like shattered mirror shards, withering away in Xia Yunye’s vision, just as it had when he first arrived in this world.

It was said that someone in the family with B-level clearance was taking action, claiming they would protect Chen Dayong.

Although Sabo’s internal monologue was constant, it all happened in an instant—such is the nature of a mind moving at the speed of thought. If lightning can travel nearly 300,000 kilometers in a second, it is not unreasonable for a mind, moving like lightning, to have several thoughts in a mere instant.

Seeing the tears in the old woman’s eyes, Suoxin did not ask further; she simply poured a glass of water and set it down, intending to leave. But the old woman began to sob, and at the sight of her tears, Suoxin was instantly flustered.

Ji Xingchen finally broke down and wept bitterly, as if pouring out all the grievances, frustrations, and jealousy she had held for so many years.