Chapter 101: Lin Jingzhu

After tossing and turning for several days, I still couldn't decide; haunted by this matter, I was distracted all day, making constant mistakes.

When he finally spared her, after leaving her completely paralyzed and unable to speak, she understood one truth before sleeping: never anger An Haotian, or you'll die a terrible, terrible death.

After that, though she still went out, she became more cautious—at least she never set foot in the Xue family's shops again.

Now that the teleportation stele could function again, Long Qianxun, Tian Xing, and the entire Flame Sect were overjoyed; everyone in the Flame Sect knew the teleportation stele was no ordinary artifact, and now that it worked, the whole sect was elated.

Time seemed to drag slower and slower, even Lin Su's heart was tormented; she occasionally stole glances at Si Yue, yet found she truly couldn't fathom his thoughts.

Lin Su and Si Yue rode together in the same carriage; when they reached Chaofeng Palace, Lin Su faintly realized she hadn't been here in quite some time—the once magnificent Chaofeng Palace now looked dilapidated.

Therefore, every time Zhou Shuxian came, she became even more cautious, lest she inadvertently fall into the other's trap.

In time, rumors in the harem spread even more wildly; eventually, even Lin Su heard people saying the Emperor had grown to despise her because he suspected Zhao and Wei's mishaps were her doing behind the scenes.

With the imperial selection drawing near, most Manchu noble girls needed new suitable clothing; the shopkeepers of every silk merchant at the front gate smiled until their faces ached from the constant stream of customers.

"We'll act later tonight—tomorrow, it'll be an ironclad fact," he said, his gaze lingering suggestively over her entire body.

Lin Yi sighed, feeling his cultivation rising, yet this advancement was painfully, absurdly slow; but the Dao path had always been arduous—and with that thought, Lin Yi's mind instantly calmed.

Zheng Fuyi drove steadily enough; perhaps because Lin Yi sat in the passenger seat, Zheng Fuyi naturally eased off the accelerator slightly.

With vacant eyes, Xiao Fan slumped against the barrier, soulless; had he been able to cry, he would have already screamed his heart out.

She still held up the cola, stubbornly trying to make Duan Gaoyang take a sip, stubbornly wanting him to open his eyes, stubbornly crouching there, refusing to rise, refusing to even shift her gaze.

Hearing Wei Zixuan's words, Nina frowned, then looked at the others—all their expressions were grim, clearly Wei Zixuan wasn't joking.

Seeing the golden tongue wrap around him completely, the giant ape panicked, swinging his fists again, trying to smash open the cage of golden tongue.

But he hadn't expected the ancient martial clan Luo family had already discovered something, which was why Luo Bingting had come here with her.

They stuck together all day, and at night watched cartoons and played games together; except when sleeping, they were inseparable, never apart for a moment.

His voice had a distinct quality—a hoarse, duck-like tone; Xiao Fan recognized it at once and smiled, walking over.

Moreover, through continuous contact and study, she kept unintentionally triggering sudden insights related to the Void Sword—further proving their connection ran deep.

He snapped back to himself, shifting his focus, and unconsciously pulled out his phone—his finger slid straight to her business card.

"Aren't I supposed to go? She's my sister!" Ma Qingyi shoved him away, shouting angrily, cutting off the words Ma Yufeng was about to speak.

"Use your own hands to take it!" Qing Tong said bluntly, then picked up an apple for herself, bit into it twice as if to show off, and shot a smug glance at Mo Xingnian.

"I—I'm sorry! I'll never come here again! Please, Miss, have mercy and let me go!" the man cried, sobbing as he banged his head on the ground before Ma Qingyi.

Precisely because she understood, she saw clearly the malice in Zhang Yiyi's gaze—if she dared ignore the warning now, Zhang Yiyi would indeed strike her publicly.

"Director Qian, you went out of your way to organize the grand assembly, but they don't appreciate your effort—they think you're trying to seize power from him!" Zhang Hu added quickly after noticing no one reacted.

She seemed to carry an innate lightness—just being near her meant never feeling low or negative emotions.

That day, reliable news came: the police had reopened the investigation and found many witnesses.

Myself and Luo Qiheng didn't urgently need them, but Wan Shun Immortal King, Jia Fangge, our ancestral master, our master, and our senior uncle all needed one each.

"Right now, the most important thing is how to eliminate Lou Chao," said the old patriarch of the Xu family.

"Father, we're already struggling to digest it—we're helping other families swallow theirs too. If we keep going, in no time half of Huaxia will be ours," Yan Long said.

At that moment, Nie Tian's Thunder God Sword finally descended from the void—the terrifying Thunder God roared across heaven and earth, the blade's light, amplified by the mechanical giant's immense power, seemed invincible.

"That's right—we have many customs here; you'll need to adapt slowly. This will be your home now. Watch what they do, and do the same—you won't go wrong," Xiao Ming said, glancing at the villa's ruins as he spoke of home.

She feared Leticia might truly dislike her—not because she feared Xiao Ming; for a wild child, nothing was ever frightening.

She made no effort to hide, washing openly, then went to the snack area, picked up two trays of food, delivered one to Yilina, and carried her own wooden tray into the central, largest bath.

Each outer sect had its own style, precisely because of this authority.

There was no need to say more—Han Fu was the Han family's steward, and this time he'd come solely to protect the two young masters returning to Zhongchuan Province. Coincidentally, You Yu and Miao Miao were siblings, both surnamed Han—they were the Han family's two young masters.

As his words rang out, many disciples immediately echoed him; Yu Xiufan saw this mob about to rebel, instantly raised both palms and unleashed a fierce blast of qi, directly slamming into the disciple's skull—with a thunderous crash, the disciple never even screamed before Yu Xiufan obliterated him.

Qu Zichong nodded, walked to the door, and made a phone call. Ten minutes later, Li Songjie's mistress, the jewelry store clerk Xu Chunmei, was brought in.