Chapter 104: The Solution to Zhuo Qingyan

In the days that followed, Gu Zhao spent most of his time in the other world, studying arrays with Zhuo Qingyan.

Gu Zhao had assumed Zhuo Qingyan was merely a musical prodigy, and that grasping the Spirit Gathering Technique was already impressive—yet he never expected she also had great aptitude for spell fusion.

Within three or five days, they had buried eight wooden stakes beneath the ground surrounding Cuicun Village and crafted a wooden tablet as a remote controller; with spiritual power as the catalyst, they could activate the spells.

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After enduring countless storms, the school gate appeared ancient and unassuming; on either side of two gray brick pillars, the left bore the four characters “Qibin University,” the right the five characters “Serve the People,” while a statue of Chairman Mao stood at the main entrance, glowing brilliantly in the autumn twilight.

The sacred realm he had spent his life pursuing lay right before his eyes; Feng Xuan felt nothing but sorrow, and in his heart, he could not say what emotion stirred—perhaps a tangle of regret, helplessness, and endless cycles of anguish.

“Wait for the police! When the police arrive, this damned madman is finished!” a fan growled, eyes flashing with anger.

Now he finally understood why Qin Feng was so arrogant—he was from the Qin family, someone he dared not offend.

For a moment, the entire hall fell into gloom; after a long silence, the elder Ping Gong finally spoke in a low voice.

“It’s fine!” Xu Lanxi blushed, unwilling to scold Qin Feng—he hadn’t meant it.

Lai Sanpang wore an expensive suit, a large cigar clenched between his fingers, exuding grandeur; Xia Lanlan dressed in a professional suit, her hair pinned up, clearly a white-collar beauty. Lai Sanpang said something, and as they walked, Xia Lanlan laughed loudly and noisily, like a eunuch pig.

Tian Dan Lao Ren’s voice was quiet, but upon hearing his words, Tang Miao’s heart sank sharply.

Of course it’s your fault! You started it all! Would I have acted so recklessly with you if you hadn’t? The old man Tian glared at the old man Xing.

Although this craftsman spoke somewhat rashly and his words carried a hint of disrespect, Wang Ke felt no resentment whatsoever; instead, he greatly admired the craftsman’s candidness.

The weak will always face unequal treatment—this has become an unspoken law in a world where the strong reign supreme.

Shui Mei was kind, but even kindness had its limits; moreover, emotions are not objects that can be casually given away.

They showed no reaction at all—even when they saw Lady Wei Tai Niang, they did not mention the items sent by Uncle Zhao.

Now, without anyone needing to say a word, even the slow-witted old lady knew Jin Shi’s fall today was suspicious; the moment Xue Shi’s belly revealed its true shape, her intentions were plain as day.

Wang Lili and Xu Binbin frowned; if they could, they would have bought the dress just to vent their anger—but the clothes here were far beyond their means.

He had only left the palace empty-handed after spending the entire night at Wangyue Pavilion, forced out by the first light of dawn.

When Wang Gui saw Li Er’s expression, he thought Li Er was angry because he couldn’t find Wang Ke; Wang Gui feared Wang Ke might have gone off somewhere to play, and his heart grew cold. When he returned home and still didn’t find Wang Ke, he had been wandering around, waiting for Wang Ke to come back and ask him.

She suspected Yan Dabao had no concept of money at all—had she deducted labor costs from the sixty yuan? Had she accounted for the postage Li Yidi charged for driving her to buy and deliver goods?

But he was happy; Jiang Zhixuan was worried. December 23rd was already November 15th. His beloved wife had only moved to the capital less than ten days ago—meaning the couple had at most another month together before he would have to join the army and head for the sword-and-spear-lit southwestern battlefield.