Chapter 90: The Child of Fate Pretends to Be a Fool

In Wang Yulou’s view, the three talisman-makers sent by the Wang clan to the Talisman Competition would at least have one enter the top three.

But the outcome was completely different from what he expected: among the three, Chen Lu achieved the best result, securing fifth place with the Cloud and Rain Turning to Spring Talisman, while the other two ranked below tenth.

The Wang clan’s talisman-makers performed so poorly that even Wang Xianmao, who had weathered countless storms, lost his composure, his expression tightly serious.

Noticing Wang Xianmao’s deteriorating mood, Mu Chunze

Hua Tianxiong and Jiang Baishan’s expressions were also grim, their eyes occasionally flashing with sorrow and pain. In this confrontation with the four major organizations, the military suffered the greatest losses.

Hongzhou blinked, saw Zhao Yu’s disdainful expression, and could only shake his head, rub his nose, and mutter: “Why is it that whenever I tell the truth, no one believes me?” Who said a stern-faced man can’t tell jokes? His own father had a whole treasury of them—didn’t he always make Mother laugh until her eyes sparkled?

As sharp as she was, Shangguan Feng understood his implied meaning—but she mistakenly thought he was referring to the numerous admirers of Xuan Yuan Ye, and alas, when love turns obsessive, it ultimately clouds the mind.

Moments later, a man clad in bright yellow robes appeared in Hua Qianqiu’s cave, walking slowly toward him with a broad smile.

That day, snowflakes spiraled against the window, piling up on the sill into a slanted slope, thickly accumulated there.

At that moment, someone knocked on the door. Ling’er hurried to her feet, opened it, and saw a graceful man—slightly more effeminate than Zhu Xingxue. Upon seeing the man at the door, Zhu Xingxue and Duan Pingjun’s expressions darkened.

Just as Fan Tuan and Chang Zi’s aura surged violently, thick layers of heavenly lightning clouds suddenly gathered in the night sky.

Had the Destroyer Beast wished to survive, it had countless opportunities during Wang Yu’s growth to destroy Wang Yu—or even all of humanity. Yet it chose not to act, instead allowing Wang Yu to grow.

Luotian stopped fifteen meters from the other, his voice steady: “Lord of Kuangfeng City, what is it you’ve been seeking me for lately?” He chose this distance because if the other attempted to ambush him, he was certain he could unleash a spell to severely wound the attacker before escaping.

Ning Ruyue and Lan Yun also spoke solemnly: “We won’t leave either.” They gazed at Luotian, already resolved in their hearts to die beside him without regret.

“I know this news is shocking, but I still must say it: I am not from the Ten Thousand Realms Gate—or rather, not anymore.” Zhao Wan’er sighed softly.

“Isn’t the next plan already underway, Boss?” Vittorio studied Feide with a meaningful gaze, but Feide’s expressionless face remained unchanged, merely meeting his gaze in silent stillness.

She let water run in the bathroom until it warmed, then took a proper shower. Tomorrow, there would be no running water or electricity during the day—after this, hot showers would no longer be so easy.

Once the two cats grew somewhat familiar, their conversation turned to the real topic: why did Bai Bai always look ready to bite whenever he was petted?

“If you think I’m too weak, I can increase my power—it’ll make things more challenging for you.” Sanbai said indifferently.

Benben saw his master return. Though puzzled by the early return, since no strangers were present, he no longer held back and dashed over.

The two-winged demon wolf was now distracted by the arriving demon beast and had no time to pay attention to him. This was the perfect moment to flee.

Following Dr. Lin’s advice, feed the cat a high-quality meal at night so it isn’t hungry—it will help the cat sleep better.