Chapter 88: White Crane Fist: The Red-Crowned Crane Misunderstood

In Pu Hua Valley, Jiang Shishi and Xiao Ya changed into two sets of clothes and tried various musical instruments; Gu Zhao performed his sword form many times over, gathering enough material for the first segment.

Then they went to Lengren Temple.

There were far more tourists inside Lengren Temple, so they could only film in gaps; Gu Zhao revealed little, merely demonstrating a few parkour-style moves.

For example, flipping down from a stone platform two men tall, or stepping up onto stones.

When Wu Lang and Cui Ling arrived at the city gate to welcome them, Liang Shi had already become a hero in the hearts of all Xiling’s people.

“Was it you who leaked the passport information?” Suddenly, Che Jiahe looked up at Ye Yijun and asked.

Liu Bang grinned broadly at Consort Qi, “See? The Empress’s dessert is delicious—I want another piece.” Saying this, he reached for another sweet and put it in his mouth.

Yes, the Four Beauties had collaborated with her for years and had developed a certain rapport; many things didn’t need to be spoken—they understood each other’s thoughts. So although the pressure was immense, it remained within manageable limits.

Qin Wujie caught his meaning: in times of internal conflict, war—a national war—was the best way to divert tensions and build one’s own prestige.

Master Qi rarely offered wine to anyone, especially not from his precious white jade cup; Princess Mingyue smiled inwardly—Master Qi had deliberately done it just now; he held the Nameless Master in high regard.

Chan Xin’s words held merit; Guan Lady’s heart lurched with sudden dread. White breath flickered at her open mouth, and fear once again filled her eyes. She truly feared the Empress; had Chan Xin not stopped her, she might have blundered again.

Watching the three cars vanish beyond the gate, Ding Changsheng glanced at Xue Guichang and said, “I’m lucky I ate something before coming—if not, that slap might not have had enough force.”

“Hey, do you need to lock the door just to wash your face?” Gu Xiaomeng shut her own door first, then ran to the bathroom and asked, listening to the sounds inside.

After Cui Ling left, Ji Du gently expressed to the State-Protecting General the Empress Dowager Ji’s wish to form a marital alliance with Sheng Dynasty.

As the song deepened and the lyrics surpassed what was sung in the animation, those familiar with the song expressed astonishment.

Thinking of this, Wang Yan recalled his many explorations within the Ego World over the past fifty days. Though many aspects remained unclear, in his memory’s retrospection, he had discovered another self—he called it “Kong Wo.”

Grabbing the items, he didn’t linger, turning instantly into a streak of golden light, somersaulting through the air and vanishing.

But seeing the grape diligently working beside him, he quietly extinguished the cigarette.

Sun Baxian sat stunned in place. He was a cultivator attuned to the Dao, but what was the Dao? He had never truly pondered it deeply before—only followed the summaries of predecessors, mechanically practicing.

This ward differed slightly from others; instead of white, the walls were pink and blue.

Hearing Lu Ge’s admission, Wei Xiaoxiao widened her beautiful eyes, covering her mouth with her hand to hide her shock.

This reaction mattered most because of Director Rong’s attention—it forced Wei Xiaoxiao to view Lu Ge in a new light.

Furious, Lin Xu paid one last glance—Grape was indeed sound asleep—then walked over and yanked Xu Zizhi upright.

Zhuang Xinyi thought: It’s not your grandson anymore—if Xu Zizhi had been in that situation back then, you’d have been glad to say it was nothing.

“Bruce, I was just looking for you.” Lucifer’s tone softened; after Becker left, Lucifer’s power had greatly diminished, and he had come to recognize some of his own flaws.

The White Snake Nakha floated down and landed, casually clapping Hailuman on the shoulder; Hailuman didn’t dare raise her head. She bent low, gently tapping with her fingertip, enveloping the dark magic in layers of spellwork, then storing it within her staff.