Chapter 139: Bountiful Harvest, Worth Celebrating

Holding the soft, smooth, slightly cool body in his arms, Gu Zhao had nothing more to ask.

In truth, it was all merely a natural progression.

Whether walking and chatting with Zhuo Qingyan or studying arrays together, they had long held an unspoken understanding.

Add to that the earlier encounter with Liu Qingfeng, who mistook Zhuo Qingyan for his wife, or yesterday’s Qiao Yunyao calling them a matched couple—both had said nothing to deny it.

After Chen Meng’s consciousness entered the Star, Chen Meng saw Xavier had already prepared a portal waiting for him.

Half a month passed, and Zong Luoyu never worried about the wedding; Li Muyan and Zong Yijin wouldn’t let her.

Luo Qimuo wanted the baby to stay with her, but the newborn was taken away by the nurse.

I stretched my hands toward the sky, and two peach-wood swords flew back into my grasp from the ground.

If there was no path forward, they’d have to enter the swamp—but Hua Yueling had no desire to wander through it.

Liang Ye and Xiao Xiao stared for a long time; when they saw themselves in the picture, Xiao Xiao’s cheeks flushed red.

“Just one long sword,” Qin Hu glanced at Chen Zhitao, as if to say, “Are you some country bumpkin? A sword shocks you like this?”

Yuan Meiqing was still the same—his smile as gentle as ever—but to Ye Hao, something now felt off.

A faint sound escaped her; half-asleep, Hua Yueling heard voices speaking, including one from someone she recognized.

I slowly lowered my head toward Yaoyao; perhaps the light’s shadow fell on her eyes, for she noticed and opened them, suddenly smiling.

“Da Chen, Hongyu! This is General Guo!” De Shu pointed to the man sitting there and said to us.

“Retreat.” The black-clad man instantly sensed trouble and began to vanish into the void.

As Ling Xiao finished speaking, Chi tapped the ground with his toe and vanished from sight; Liu Mo Tao’s body hairs stood on end, his heavy sword raised in defense—a tremendous force slammed into him, sending him reeling backward, leaving footprints on the grass.

Same question, but the tone now heavier and sharper. Lan Cangzhu’s brows were deeply furrowed, the crease between them stark.

“If this project truly gets approved, Zhu Lao, what scale do you think it would have, and when would it proceed?” Qin Yang pressed, determined to get every detail.

The men outside the tent shouted; Duan Mu’s forehead broke into a light sweat—his divine ability couldn’t hold off those two beasts, and his face twisted in pain.

From fragments of conversation, Yunni seemed to have encountered trouble, but after Donghuang became the major shareholder, he could no longer act as before. I had no place to intervene; even if I wanted to help, I was powerless.

As the boss charged toward him, Wu Jie didn’t dodge—he instantly equipped the Luoyue Bow and the Ashes-to-Dust Sword, launching a full-speed charge to intercept the boss and forcibly steal aggro, or Nan Gong Xue would be in danger.

Seeing Feng Yu again, Qin Heng could clearly sense the man’s immense strength—immense indeed—but he had never used it against him before, proving he wasn’t cruel. Yet now, his expression revealed such fury, it was clear this matter enraged him deeply.

These two were naturally Xiao Yu’s two disciples: the white-haired man was Xiao Yu’s fourth disciple, Yao Zhuo; the other was his third disciple, Ling Xu.

Zhu Bujie was disgusted, his fury boiling over; spiritual light surged as he wiped away the sputum. Then he raised his palm—the wind howled, shadowed blows descended, crashing hard onto his crown.

At this moment, Abner had no time to check his quest—he barely glanced, saw no time limit or penalty, and immediately roared.