Chapter 87

"Qiao Weidong!!!"

Song Qian first shouted angrily, then recalled her ex-husband’s cowardly demeanor and retracted it, her face turning pale as she fixed her gaze on her daughter: "It’s He Chen!!!"

Only he could have caused such a drastic change in her daughter!

Only the intense hormonal pull between a boy and a girl could overcome familial bonds and maternal authority, driving her daughter to such rebellion!

She had always known He Chen was her greatest enemy!

Indeed, the more you fear something, the more it happens

"Nothing happened at all." Ye Mo grinned with satisfaction over the success of this adventure.

Feng Shouxing was also afraid; even if their family could still make spicy cabbage, it wouldn’t be much—if the noodle shop also failed, they’d never earn enough money again, let alone live comfortably in the future.

Liang Bing immediately invoked the Emperor’s decree, declaring her a demon possessing a corpse, and immediately sentenced Pei Qin.

"Not the nurse, not you—could there be someone else?" Pei Qin raised an eyebrow, her peripheral vision flicking toward Qian Wanshou.

Lang Zhan lowered his head; the drone fell for it, flying first above their heads, then descending. Clearly, the drone’s target was Lang Zhan—it wouldn’t leave until it understood his situation.

Mu Qin didn’t know the methods they’d discussed, but in her view, when faced with such a fork, the final solution was to avoid entering and retrace your steps—because if there was one fork, there’d be a second; if there was a second, there’d be a third; once the number grew too large, retracing your steps would become impossible.

He lowered his head without continuing, thinking of his second brother, who often suffered from delusions, and felt his nose grow stiff with emotion.

This goal—let alone Liu Xiu—even the Emperor or Cao Cao couldn’t achieve it.

But this didn’t change one fact: all these people were murderers! This allowed Ye Mo to enter the competition without any hesitation, free from worry about causing injury or death.

When Ye Mo entered Xingwu Hall, he saw several disciples sitting cross-legged in corners, cultivating their Qi, while others in the central area were sparring.

Huo Shan called out behind Wang Tian, but Wang Tian acted as if he heard nothing, walking on alone—no one saw the sudden flare of battle-lust in his dark eyes.

"Chairman, please show some self-respect!" Chi Feifei said, thrusting her prominent chest forward and colliding into him.

Gu Xinian didn’t even bother speaking this time; he took Ye Qinglan’s hand and said briefly: "There’s still residual poison in Lan’er’s body—she needs rest. I’m taking her back to our courtyard; for the next few days, we won’t come to pay respects to Grandmother." Without even glancing at Sun Shi, he turned and walked away with Ye Qinglan.

But Li Ming didn’t kill them; Jin Zhong and Xingchen knew Li Ming might have spared them partly out of respect for their faces.

"Dad, this isn’t called Yin-Yang Shunshu anymore—it’s now called Great Yin-Yang Shunshu." Hu Hu said, sensing Li Ming was in a good mood.

That glance of seductive charm only stoked Gu Xinian’s restless desire. He stepped forward and pulled Ye Qinglan into his arms.

At these words, the maids blushed—some pouted, some stamped their feet, some rushed over to playfully hit him—it was incredibly lively.

Moreover, during the meeting, Xing Luo stated that Xingyun Hui must not touch drugs, deal in opium, or extort protection fees from others’ labor.

But Qian Shen’s actions clearly surprised Li Ming—he stopped dead right in front of the first entrance.

Lu Renbing and the surrounding cultivators felt a cold, icy gaze sweep over them; they saw a glint of murderous bloodlust in Bo Xun’s eyes, shuddered, and immediately knelt down in submission.

A paper figure lay before her; the Lotus Palace Mistress stuck a talisman on its forehead, then pressed her fingers into a seal, opening its eyelids left and right.