Chapter 252: Snow Maitreya and the Nine‑Story Demon Tower

Almost no one in the world knows this; not even Fan Ying understands, but the name Qiu Su Xin carries weight and meaning in Chen Xing's heart. It was the most beautiful, purest love, and also the most unforgettable, most desperate separation.

Right now his mind is unsettled, he feels as if his five viscera are burning; he wonders whether she is in danger, whether she is waiting for him to come save her.

"Third Young Master," the captain of the guard shouted at him from beside, their third young master glaring at the crown prince as if ready to go into battle—was he going to fight the crown prince, or what?

"Jiang Ciyun… what do you mean by this?" She grabbed the tablecloth, staring at his handsome face, unable to fathom from either side what Jiang Ciyun was thinking.

Feng Xinci had a somewhat wicked thought in her mind, the corner of her mouth involuntarily curving up again. She realized the situation was far more interesting than she had imagined, and a hint of anticipation stirred in Feng Xinci's heart.

The two talked and laughed all the way until they reached Xinyang City at night; along the way Wang Siyao no longer let Da Niu carry him. Da Niu brought Wang Siyao straight to the Scholar Inn, where he again saw the attendant who looked down on him.

Here she had unforgettable times, and every gesture, every word, in her interactions with that man.

The clueless martial artists loved to show off their noble virtue in so‑called righteous interventions, but at this moment many glared at Ling Yan with fury, appearing to hate evil as an enemy, yet they did not realize they had become tools for Qin Rujuan to deal with Ling Yan.

But Dong Mei had acted too strangely back then, even able to produce a Heaven‑shaking Thunder, and she constantly felt that this girl was suspicious.

Jiang Chuan felt a bit dizzy—what exactly was this girl saying to him? She went on and on; was it related to the Changsheng Sect? No, your crown prince can't even beat my fourth uncle, yet he's off to conquer the star‑filled sea—what nerve!

Jiang is still old and spicy; Divine Doctor Zhang could see something was up. Obviously Zhang Xia thought it would be better to follow Yang Ming than to stay with her, which also meant greater safety.

The master had originally seen Chu Nian about to leave and wanted to fulfill his promise; she thought it over all afternoon, finally mustered the courage to put on a dress and come to Chu Nian's place, but after waiting so long she only said a trivial sentence, whereupon Chu Nian told her to leave, leaving the master feeling deeply wronged.

In the car, Zeng Xue reported a strange piece of news: this was Qin Chuan starting to have people assess his family's wealth. It looked like they were headed for a showdown to the bitter end with Qin Bingbing.

In an instant the stone bench became smooth and bright; Yang Ming stepped forward and sat down, letting the others sit around him.

Lu Yuehan's father, the Lord of Lu City, turned his head to look at Lu Yuehan's expression as he died, seeing the confusion in his eyes and seeing him seek from himself the so‑called truth.

After Chu Nian appeared again, he had already entered the Official Gate; he summoned the Autumn Water Sword and hid behind a fake mountain.

Zhao Shang glanced briefly at Xia Huo; the exposed white bones were gruesome to behold—perhaps even saving Xia Huo would be useless now, since he'd lost an arm; how would he fight in the future, especially since it was his dominant hand?

He had no interest in theorizing about these earthworms and maggots; of course, even if he wanted to theorize, he couldn't find any way to do so.

Lai An politely said a few humble words, then led his party in taking their leave, giving Lin Fan and Li Sha some time alone. Lin Fan increasingly felt that Lai An was a person capable of great responsibility, secretly planning that after avenging Qin Gang he would have the chance to entrust Lai An with an important post.

Fang Xiaoxiao saw his embarrassed look, and only after a while said, "All right, then forget it." After all, he wasn't her boyfriend but her brother's friend; otherwise she would have teased him mercilessly.

Even if there was no result, even if they couldn't be together… he didn't want to see her looking sick and frail. He and Tong Mai started bickering, neither yielding, yet whenever they argued it was almost always him who worked out the knot in their hearts.

Zhuo Yin's old tears fell as he lightly patted his son's sturdy back; once a spoiled, playboy youth, he had now become a true man—yet in reality he was still just a child.

"Stop! Huo De, if you want me to go with you, release my father; otherwise I'd rather die than let you have your way!" Li Na shouted, tears streaming down her face.

Even Haha Lao Zu couldn't protect Xiao Yue Chan Shi; once, while out, the great monk was reduced to ashes by the Emei Sect's Two Forms Micro Dust Array.

Thinking of how his son had provoked the two notorious ruffians of Jianghai City, Wang Ye felt like giving him a slap—so clueless.

"Yes, senior, that's right. My mother was rescued by the White Shou Prefecture official a few years ago; to repay him, I once vowed to protect the White Manor for ten years, but only three have passed—how could I break my word?" Leng Zi Quan said anxiously.

Hearing Da Yan's words, Luo Chengying and Shan Zi also grew a bit anxious: "Let me go in first to check the situation; if it's clear, you can follow." Luo Chengying said.

Without their master's backing, how could the Sha brothers dare act rashly? Otherwise, the Fierce Beast Heavenly King could wiggle a finger and have both brothers unable to even keep their clothes on. Thus, despite having a hundred twenty thousand grievances, the Sha brothers could only hang their heads in dejection and retreat.