Chapter 62: Xiaoyu, Do You Like Me?

With all this going on, Lin Yu found himself unable to turn the situation around. At the slightest movement, Lin Shiyun clung tightly to his neck. It went on like this until the latter half of the night, only easing when Lin Shiyun finally sank into deep sleep. It wasn't until dawn was approaching, after enduring nearly an entire sleepless night, that Lin Yu had a chance to rest. Yet even in sleep, Lin Yu still...

As long as you wear this ring, I will always be by your side, and no one will dare bully you.

After failing to persuade Hui Hun and the other eminent monks, Chen Qian sought out the patriarchs of the Wang, Xie, and Yu families—leading noble clans within Jiankang City—hoping they would mediate and resolve the matter. Unsurprisingly, her efforts were once again met with defeat.

At this time, the Summer Kingdom needed to first ensure the migration of the populations of over thirty vassal states along the southern East Sea coast of Yingzhou. Thus, the half million people from Wang Dong’s fief would require more than five years to be transported there.

Compared to the ethereal demeanor of the Daoist Master Cang Yun, another group appeared far more sinister. Sixteen masked figures clad in black carried a massive black coffin, the wooden beams creaking under its weight.

In the end, Shen Dao Po, Jin Xin, and others were killed in battle; Bei Ming Yan Ling and Wu Jing Xiao were gravely wounded; the survivors were all captured by the enemy.

Liu Zaishi and Deng Chao were thoroughly impressed. Deng Chao was fine, but Liu Zaishi had participated in many wilderness shows, some of which included making fire by friction.

The first task was somewhat difficult, but the second was comparatively easier. Even so, it still required time.

To save time, Li Yang simply used nanobots to put everyone in the house to sleep, then proceeded to examine the doctor’s memories.

"Get out, Chen Fan! I hate you! Believe it or not, I’ll kick you down the stairs!" Su Qianqian feigned anger, but grabbed a cotton swab, soaked it in iodine, and roughly pressed Chen Fan down onto the edge of the bed, tending to the bruise on his forehead with brusque care.

He had already discerned that Yun Fei, this young man, was not like other juniors, who would tremble at the mention of "Lord Qianye," bowing and obeying without question.

Instead, the young man beside them, just over twenty, had a warm, friendly smile that put everyone at ease.

Fu Yuan Zhou had warned him twice that this thing would bring disaster, but Su Ri Mu hadn’t listened. When the scandal broke, rumors spread everywhere that the Su Sword Sect was the successor to the Soul-Destroying Demon Cult, and the righteous factions began to rally their forces, preparing to attack the sect.

From yesterday to today, dozens of chapters had passed, all for the sake of obtaining this certificate. After finally achieving her goal, Natasha suddenly felt there were matters she needed to clarify—matters that could no longer be ignored.

Xi Muye remained silent. He knew that Lin Yi’s ostentation before so many people was merely a performance for their benefit. Her intentions were obvious. Since he had decided to cooperate and play his part well, he had no reason not to go along with her.

Rather than being angered by Miao Yufeng’s command to leave, the crowd swiftly turned and fled as if their lives depended on it.

Many ingenious techniques opened Ning Yitian’s eyes to new possibilities, and sometimes he even tried them out himself.

A place that once seemed like a paradise now appeared, to Leng Yue, as nothing more than a deadly and sinister locale.

As he spoke, he began coughing again. Lin Yi quickly handed him the teacup. She said nothing, but her heart stirred with excitement. Princess Zheng had long admired Chen Ting, and under her influence, Lin Yi too was filled with reverence for this legendary figure of their era.

"When will she wake up?" Compared to his friend's rambling, Zhai Mo was more concerned about what truly mattered to him.