Chapter 788: One Hundred and Thirty-Three: The One Who Brings Blessing

One Hundred and Thirty-Three: The One Who Brings Blessing

Moon Qi Island, afternoon, in Song Zhian’s courtyard, the atmosphere at the dining table was silent.

Everyone in the room fixed their gazes on the woman with a single ponytail; the air held only her voice:

“...The Six Female Lords bestowed it upon me as a greeting gift—take good care of it.”

Lan Ruoxi paused, sensing the varied glances around her, then belatedly remembered to explain:

“Sha Ergou, keep this sword well—”

Moon Qi Island, Song Zhian’s courtyard, the atmosphere at the dining table was silent.

Everyone in the room fixed their gazes on the woman with a single ponytail; the air held only her voice:

“...The Six Female Lords bestowed it upon me as a greeting gift—take good care of it.”

Lan Ruoxi paused, sensing the varied glances around her, then belatedly remembered to explain:

“Sha Ergou, keep this sword well—when you return to—”

Ning Feng smiled and nodded, laid Fang Master flat on his back, then drove a silver needle straight into his chest.

From then on, Sun Fengzhao, Qi Yue, Wu Ming, Wu Xiaojing, Wu Tong, and their companions and beasts settled temporarily in this undersea dragon palace. The whereabouts of Dong Xueqing, Lu Qixin, and others finally gained hope.

But the twenty-four clusters of cold-light swords’ golden flames instantly erupted into towering fire, their power multiplying.

Seeing Li Changsheng approach Smith, Ning Feng shrugged and smiled at the reporters.

Bondage game? Xu Zheng blinked in surprise. He, Xu Zheng, was upright and incorruptible—when had he ever done such a despicable, base, shameful act?

Seeing her teacher still unmoved, Yu Xia could no longer bear it. She snatched up a thick tree branch from the ground, waved it at the dog, and shouted. Though fierce, the large wolfhound merely retreated backward, showing no sign of attack.

Of course, in front of outsiders, Ning Feng would never utter the embarrassing nickname “Fangfang.”

“I don’t know. His corpse has fused with the ice wall. Unless we dig him out and examine him closely, we can’t tell anything just by looking through the ice,” Ye Zhusheng said.

The sky had long since brightened; several figures sat around a campfire on the platform, whispering and laughing.

I sent Ming’er to invite Li Luo over, to confess that the man who kidnapped me yesterday was Zhang Jizhao—he’s not dead, merely wounded and swept into the river. I wish to return to the scene and inspect it again.

At nearly the same moment, Long Qianye abruptly shifted his gaze from Xu Yuya, feigning ignorance of what had just occurred. I too calmed my mind, carried her steadily on my back, and walked with steady steps.

Inside the room, after Qiao Zi and Jin Hua closed the door and left, Chu Ruisheng knew Qiao Zi had not gone far—she stood right outside the door, perhaps concerned for Ye Lan, perhaps also watching him. Though she posed no threat to him at all.

Promoted to Third-Rank Junior Minister of Clan Affairs a year later—a meteoric rise. The Minister of Clan Affairs oversees the imperial clan’s genealogical records, focusing especially on relatives the emperor must mourn in sackcloth and ashes, managing the Mausoleum Office and the Clan Dao Office.

Hidden, disguised, forbidden secrets would all be exposed. Xia Shiyu felt the blue necklace in her hand burn like a hot coal, scalding to the touch.

Zhang Yizheng shook his head with self-reproach, hunched over his cane as he wrote the prescription, his silhouette looking lonely and desolate.

As he spoke, he kept his eyes on Ji Ning, his voice no longer stammering. In his heart, these words were meant for Ji Ning—but he could not reveal it.

Wu Hui paid no heed to such matters. He firmly believed Wu Yue would one day bring glory to the Wu family, and he taught Wu Yue with great care and special favor. Thus, Wu Yue received more affection than his elder sister, third sister, and half-brothers.

Qingwei True Person finished speaking, set his feather duster aside, then picked up a Wudang-style Taiji sword.

Qiong Gao roared, emitting a piercing cry, his eyes fixed on Li Yang with venomous hatred, brimming with intense resentment and murderous intent—as if, had he not been immobilized, he would have lunged to tear Li Yang apart with his teeth.

High officials such as Wu Chengsi, Wu Sansi, Wu Yizong, Zong Chuke, and Zong Jinqing sensed the same scent as that of the late Master Xue, gathering before the gates of the Two Zhangs, jostling to hold reins and whips, smiling obsequiously as they called out “Fifth Brother! Sixth Brother!”

Luo Jiang’s composure gradually faded; his gaze carried worry heavier than Luo Hai’s.

He immediately extended his spiritual sense and sensed that Wan’er had come to his door—her face filled with hesitation and turmoil as she paced back and forth.

Tang Hao instantly knew: this was the First Young Master—the Saint Spirit Crown Prince’s hound.

“Boss!” Tao Qing, who had endured nothing but scorn these past two days, broke down at the word, tears streaming uncontrollably.

The gang leader struggled to his feet, staring at the figure sprinting away ahead, utterly stunned.

Liu Qingshan did not see them off, nor did he show himself. He had beaten them black and blue the day before as their final farewell—there was no need for him to appear now. After the Dragon Team training ended, the atmosphere had been terrible; Liu Qingshan disliked such moods, so avoiding them entirely was best.

But due to his caution toward Li Yunjing, he dared not act directly against himself without ironclad evidence.

Tian Gua climbed onto the city wall; Yu Xiaotian, Yun Longzi, Wu Tianya, Zhang Hao, Yun Yaizi, Yun Kongzi, Niu Qingyun, and the Ling- and Hao-generation disciples had all gathered atop the wall.

Chen Wudong shifted his gaze to the screen, studying it closely, while Xiao Cheng quietly observed his expression—yet Chen Wudong remained utterly unmoved, his expression calm.

The entire battlefield erupted in an instant; below, it had become a world of slaughter—roars, shrieks, and arrows’ hissing filled the air above Jiaomu City.

Li Tong instantly recognized Zhou You’s two Buddhist artifacts as no ordinary items, further confirming his decision.

You dog, none of these people will escape—I walk straight ahead.

This means the garment, after being carefully washed, was frequently taken out to dry.

At that time, hearing his words, I was furious, snatched the package, threw it among the crowd, and hurled more insults at him.