Chapter 293

She continued, “Your mother received the news that you were coming home and started preparing that same day—she scrubbed every inch of the house, front to back, top to bottom, and your father was driven to complain every day.”

Su Yulu couldn’t help but take another deep breath; her shy gaze slowly lifted, meeting Jun Wuyan’s eyes directly.

Two years ago, the factory bought land outside town and built apartments, distributing them to all employees with sufficient tenure—they moved out over a year ago.

The roadside trash bin was reduced to a charred iron frame, its contents burned to ash, emitting a pungent stench.

Shan Qiqi immediately responded to An Ning’s words, her dazed shock vanishing instantly, replaced by excitement.

Once the news of his youth spread, wealthy people would come knocking on his door themselves.

The martial world erupted again—this was naturally because Jun Wuyan had challenged Wushuang City, and the news had already spread.

Hearing the soldiers chat in their spare time about Jiang Yan having gifted the unit a factory with annual revenues of several million, they immediately changed their opinion of her.

But since they were to perform the unique music and dance of the grassland peoples during the ritual, Emperor Qin made an exception and allowed them to witness the grand ceremony.

An Ning’s phone call had not told him everything—she had only selected a few things she deemed safe to say.

Chu Tianfeng said nothing, spun around, and slapped the pink-shirted man hard across the face; his cheek swelled instantly.

Su Zhan was among the top experts in Liuhuo City; he had once overheard hints that his father was fiercely righteous and had made many enemies. After his father vanished without a trace, no one dared harm Su Chen, thanks to his father’s lingering reputation.

Long moments passed; the aura dissipated, the vision of rebirth faded. Jiang Chen stepped forward, forcing down his excitement, his hands trembling.

The black-clad youth was utterly stunned; his right hand holding the gun began to shake uncontrollably.

Her entertainment life was minimal—she moved only between school and dormitory, with no activities beyond studying.

If he truly knew, why didn’t Murong Zhao tell him directly? Why go through the trouble of investigating for him and eventually find Kongshan Temple?

The imperial capital was crowded with eyes; sooner or later, those people would find her. For now, she could only head into the mountains.

Wu Yang and Wang Mu searched frantically for each other’s figures, but only saw piercing lightning strikes hurtling toward them.

Even as Zhu Xuemei knelt on the ground, clutching Old Man An’s leg and sobbing for him to stop, Old Man An still lashed An Zhihan three times.

“Tsuchi, I’m sorry—I couldn’t protect Lin.” Kakashi, who had never cried in all these years, wept, collapsing to his knees.

Entering the Super League lobby, Du Ke was immediately drawn to a massive oil painting on the wall opposite.

Zhao Xi felt constrained, and noticed the black-clad man, unable to handle Shen Fei, now turned his attention to her.

The door closed again; in that brief instant, Xiang Yundu heard the wails of the Yellow Springs—so indeed, after death, the Yellow Springs existed.

Originally, a mission to clear out bandits was extremely simple for Gan Wei, who had Wang Yue, Li Qi, Liu Ben, and his master-disciple pair Tong Yuan and Zhao Yun at his side.

Man Gangbin may have looked rough, but his mind was sharp. After hearing Sima Ziyue’s words, he thought he’d lose face today—but the laughter below gave him a clever idea.

Someone had stolen the horse, leaving only an empty cart—perhaps fearing the cart’s slow speed would make it easy for Zhao Xi to report to the authorities and be caught, they abandoned the cart entirely and took only the horse.

Gan Luo and Wu Ma, of course, watched the four embracing each other with expressions of quiet satisfaction.

“Master, you said just now that one of your powerful ghosts was destroyed by the enemy—likely their strength is formidable. Should I go first to scout their strength?” Sang Qi whispered.

Xiang Yundu’s face turned cold; he folded A Jiao’s quilt, carried it to her room, and A Jiao, clutching the rabbit doll she’d smuggled over, hurried after him.

Xiang Yundu squeezed A Jiao’s hand; today they’d heard from the scholars of the Zhuangyuan Mansion that Professor Wu had gone to send a telegraph to buy train tickets.

The six beast-tribe nations, leveraging their overwhelming military deterrence, forced most human nations to become their raw material sources and markets for dumped goods.

Xu Wei and Li Yan’s faces flushed red with anger upon hearing the midday remarks; though they knew the last Shanghai University team had performed poorly, they could not tolerate such insults.

Mongol cavalry galloped back and forth, reporting front-line intelligence and relaying Hebuli’s orders.

The pirate captain Poison Spider, tasked with flanking from the right alongside the fire mantis, commanded only one iron-ribbed wooden-hulled warship and four armed merchant vessels—his strength was even weaker than the fire mantis’s.

When Luan Yue and the others returned with Ye Xinghe, Murong soldiers were assisting Hong’s army in clearing the battlefield; Hong Yuan directed from the side, while Su Simiao knelt beside the unconscious Yao Lanqing.

She quietly rose, unwilling to stay in the room a moment longer, spoke a few words, and prepared to leave.

In his view, the power the Dao could wield amounted to little more than manipulating surrounding spiritual energy to crush enemies.

The rear garden was lush with trees, bathed in soft light; Chen Shou strolled through it, where a few trusted subordinates sat sparsely beneath the artificial hill and beside the pavilion.

Karja Cili struck straight to the heart, pointing out the difficulties the tribe faced in mining, storing, and using blood-rock fragments.

Having spoken, he cast a warning glance at Zhong Li, then walked past her without changing expression, slamming the door behind him.

After speaking, he ignored the anxious principal and walked away with the other teachers, completely furious.

[41] Without caring about the anxious principal, he turned and walked away with the other teachers, his anger palpable throughout.

Having suffered such a great loss, he dared not utter a single word—simply because he saw the ground scorched by Minghuo .

Li Dakang, meanwhile, told Li Fan within less than ten minutes: “You’ve been accepted.”

But he had taken only a few steps before being engulfed in flames, his body and bones reduced to a charred skeleton.

This man was from Hefeng County, a yinyang master from town, coerced by the white-bearded ghost through unknown means; since arriving at Laofen Mountain, he had remained silent—until now, when he finally muttered this meaningless remark.