Chapter 813: Oh no! I

He Chen couldn’t tell Ruan Wan about the original plot’s development, but he could convey the meaning to her—that his every word was difficult, not an imitation of Emperor Jiajing.

This really was the perfect way to put it.

“I’m not worried about Xiao Bei—I’m worried about Wei Wei,” Ruan Wan agreed with He Chen’s approach, frowning as she spoke of Zheng Wei.

“She’s chasing you—do you know that?”

He Chen smiled noncommittally.

The voices had been faint before, but when Li Wanqing opened her window, the sound came through without obstruction, making Wang Jie’s voice suddenly loud and deepening the grim expressions on Liu Lu’s parents’ faces.

“This…” Ye Feng hesitated. The fact that Master Jin had said one pill cost five million spirit stones had already stirred him deeply; his hesitation now was merely shock at such a price.

Jiang Chong’s gaze didn’t move, yet his perception alone knew the treachery of those around him. None of them were lifting a finger—did they think the Earth Inferno Dragon Clan was just decoration?

It was a dragon-shaped jade pendant, carved with a divine dragon soaring through clouds, lifelike and vivid. Yet none present cared what the carving depicted—only the four characters “Xuan Ling Ruan Yu” filled their minds.

Lie Yan poured the pills out from inside, counted fifteen, and realized one would be short if divided equally—but no one complained; everyone took one first, and the remainder would be distributed later.

As for work, it was so easy it felt unreal—he barely had to act two or three times a day; the rest of the time, he either sat at the bar waiting or was called to Liu Bang’s office to chat, leaving him with an uneasy sense of being a freeloader.

This little incident didn’t much affect Zheng Ji’s mood, but he didn’t go to the spot Bi Ke had told him about—he returned to Hu Yu’s side.

Under such terrible weather, the streets were nearly deserted, empty and eerie, the howling wind overhead making it feel like a ghost realm.

Because Chu Tianyu possessed the Illusion Technique, the Three Warriors’ combined assault failed—their signature killing method lost its advantage.

At this moment, facing such powerful sword qi, Chu Tianyu didn’t know what technique to use to evade the opponent’s attack.

To be fair, is the family status of imperial men really this high? Do they not hand over their salary cards after marriage?

A photo of a middle-aged man, seemingly in his forties, appeared on the meeting’s shared screen, followed by a string of his details.

“Damn Wu Xuanli—what did he tell her?” Shuang Feichen muttered under his breath, heard by Shuang Yuanxing beside him.

“Here, these are the three primordial qi we collected today—absorb them,” Yue Shi handed over three purple crystal blocks, each containing a strand of pure white primordial qi.

But these three were all disciples of the Golden Talisman Sect, and he couldn’t just slaughter them over something so trivial.

The grandfather and granddaughter strolled through the Ci’an Palace garden, leisurely, looking as if they had no urgent matter at all.

Fortunately, he reached Bai Ruyue in time, grabbed her slender wrist, and sprinted toward the gap where the red mist thinned.

Transit hubs, hypersonic trains, security checkpoints, city defense shield access stations, elevators decorated like lounges, each with elevator attendants who looked like top models.

If possible, Su Yu would rather not face primordial martial artists—his current strength could only force a breakthrough in one realm to fight them.

Thinking of the last time the two of them tricked Tan Rongyi together, he felt a faint thrill and anticipation.

Especially when I’m roasting chicken and catch Xue Sheng glancing over the street—this life, I wouldn’t trade for all the immortals in heaven.