Chapter 117: The Jester Was Me All Along

Pei Yin, the only adult guardian, had let go.

Then, atop the mountain peak, everyone finally let loose.

You finish your song, I take the stage.

Deng Xiaoqi, Xia Xue, Qian Sanyi, Jiang Tianhao, and Lin Miaomiao all sang out one by one, then laughed heartily after finishing.

Ruan Liuzheng watched from the side, her heart aching deeply.

As for the boys, they weren’t mentioned; among the girls who came this time, Deng Xiaoqi studied this professionally, Xia Xue had real talent, and Lin Miaomiao loved to play and let herself go.

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“What are you talking about that’s so funny?” Ouyang Yingqi, as if discovering a new continent, remarked—it was rare to see Luo Mingyu smile.

That hand rested on the crossbeam of the wooden fence, limp and hanging toward the ground, bright blood dripping from the fingertips onto the earth.

In Beijing Prefecture, with the provincial examination only a week away, all those holding the xiùcái title within its jurisdiction had already gathered in the prefectural capital, preparing for the major exam.

Although Xie Bangui hadn’t outright revealed Yang Xing’s corpse’s location, finding the remains was now merely a matter of time.

Now, only thirty to forty thousand defeated troops clung to life in Jinhua Prefecture; reclaiming the five northern prefectures of Zhejiang was a fool’s dream, and even holding onto the six southern prefectures was a struggle.

Xia Shou was the spirit of the Great Xia imperial seal, who escaped during crisis and arrived at the most remote corner—Tai Li.

Su Yue had no intention of cooking a meal for his sister; he went upstairs and started doing homework, not leaving his bedroom since.

“Suspicious!” Gao Pangzi said aloud, but in his hand he pulled out the Embroidered Uniform Guard’s badge, instantly causing the owner of Yu Ji Funeral Parlor to collapse onto the floor in terror.

Yu Sheng had anticipated this; he used his “spiritual force” to see Wang Yali walking toward his room, so he quickly picked up the phone and pretended to be on a call, telling Wang Yali he couldn’t spare time to help her.

Su Yue had planned to politely refuse no matter how flattering the other side’s words became, but upon hearing this sentence, he hesitated inwardly.

“He has no idea about the situation in Liushuizhou. Chen Xianrong, beside Wu Weishui, is like a venomous snake, ready to strike at any moment. If Comrade Wu Weishui is deceived by him, how much damage will it cause the organization?” Hua Sheng spoke with righteous conviction.

Each of these statements sounded as if pre-rehearsed, strikingly insincere.

Three months later, Chu Yun arrived at the teleportation array between the two provinces; he secretly met Wang Ke, then directly passed through the array to Langzhou. In the blink of an eye, decades passed; when Chu Yun returned to Langzhou again, he had advanced to the late stage of the Heavenly Rank—truly, all things had changed.

Though Chenliu Commandery bordered Heyang Commandery, it still required years of effort, since these were all ordinary people. Chu Yun was confident that given a few years, after he arrived in Chenliu Commandery, he could establish a firm foothold alongside He Zudao and Chu San.

The Nine Seals united were a peerless killing art capable of annihilating all things—but at this moment, that killing force was dismantled. Where the divine flower passed, all destructive power was forcibly dissolved, leaving only the vital energy of creation and genesis, gently nourishing the ruined starry sky.

This scene was naturally noticed by everyone; Tengge became the laughingstock of the entire tent, for a leader standing alone in the corner like a child caught misbehaving was too absurd. Even worse, the man waiting for Tengge openly insulted him to those around him, as if no one else were present.

He did not arrogantly assume he could forge every piece of equipment in the world; since the fox immortal said so, there must be a reason.

Zhi Jiu fought cautiously under their cover, using lightning for ranged attacks and a shield infused with lightning for close combat.

“Decayed wood cannot be carved; a wall of dung cannot be plastered,” the new instructor cursed bitterly.