Chapter 299: Smile, Keep Smiling

After the two elderly women finished their discussion, Hu Shan took notes, and the task of procurement fell to Liu Nushi.

Qi Ma hasn’t retired yet; she needs to go back to work.

But she gave them a card, saying it contained one million, to be used for buying appliances and such for the two children.

Although they knew this money was unlikely to have been earned by the in-laws themselves—primary school teachers don’t make that much.

Still, this was handled beautifully.

Liu Nushi was in excellent spirits.

A piercing, agonized scream echoed throughout the space, accompanied by the constant crunching sound of bones being gnawed—apparently the spirits were frenziedly absorbing the flesh and blood, a sight that sent chills down everyone’s spine.

Luo Yunxi’s mission was heavy: she had to force the “Typhoon” into orbit around Tianjing Star before the Council’s public trial ended, without drawing the attention of the Tianjing Garrison Fleet, or else she would disrupt Feng Yu’s rescue operations on Tianjing’s surface.

“It’s time I showed you what happens when you reap what you sow!” Qin Muyun’s eyes glinted with coldness; two consecutive failures had made him desperate to prove himself before everyone.

The population of this world was enormous, certainly on par with the Tianxuan World. What surprised Ye Fan was the sheer number of fanatics—numbering in the millions. Though most of them were likely weak, if properly developed, they would become the most formidable warriors.

Seeing no one cared, Luo Tian removed his wide-brimmed hat. But only these few people would know his true face. The moment he took off the hat, there was a “puff!”—Luo Daxiong spat out the tea he’d just swallowed.

“You needn’t worry about that. Power keeps rising. Since you were able to injure the Kunpeng with divine weapons, and you saw that sword just now—if your power reaches a high enough level, even gods can be wounded,” said the red-nosed old man gravely.

“But brother, are we just going to let things unfold like this?” Chen Di asked.

“Yes! Yes!” The somewhat bureaucratic director’s competence was undeniable—he clearly understood his domain and immediately ordered logistics staff to act.

Aside from the portraits on the walls, there were only tables and incense candles; the old monk had been bowing to the incense and candles all along the way.

The Tianyu Dynasty, Jinxī Dynasty, and Qingtian Dynasty were the three greatest imperial powers in the Northern Realm, ranking among the top ten even within the vast Sacred Domain.

The Empress stiffened. Before Zhao Yiheng arrived, she might have acted—but now, she no longer wished to get involved.

At some point, the Morning Star rose above the horizon; the morning breeze carried a faint chill, rustling the grass and trees, while nearby, a gentle stream gurgled by, carrying the scent of vegetation.

“Yes.” Chu Si recalled Chu Daier: “But don’t worry—she won’t make a move for now.” She dared not. The matriarch had likely sensed something, but she was handling it behind closed doors. Surely she wouldn’t harm Chu Daier too badly.

Xie Zixuan returned to her dormitory, exhausted, but didn’t want to sleep or rest. The dorm felt stiflingly hot. Without realizing it, she walked out. She didn’t know why, but her heart felt heavy, so she went to a convenience store and bought an ice cream to eat.

“Can you guarantee Li Shangqian will definitely show up?” Don’t forget you’ve been searching for him for months.

After the ancestral hall incident, the household had been quiet for several days. Chu Si simply set everything aside and waited for what was to come.

But we ran away—what about the nearly a hundred guests and servants in the main hall? Do we just watch them die as Gu Youcheng and Da Song’s corrupted souls grow stronger?

Xie Zixuan heard that voice—the one she never wanted to hear again—and tensed up. She instinctively stepped back, saying nothing.