Chapter 200: A Family of Three

Ruan Hongzhuang had a dream last night, and the dream was not complicated.

Her grandmother met an old man with white hair, smiling and calling him "Little Junior Brother."

Of course, the little junior brother couldn't see her, but she stayed by his side, reading with him, watching him play chess and paint, planting flowers with him in the courtyard, and walking with him in the park.

It looked entirely wrong, but Ruan Hongzhuang thought it was just a bizarre dream, so she paid it no mind.

Ye Xueli, beside him, froze for a moment, then seemed to remember something and walked up to the middle-aged man, bowing respectfully.

"What? Our Murong family's ancestral elder came to hunt you down?" Murong Xi's face changed instantly as she exclaimed.

Ultimately, it was because Cheng Xiuyi, even while probing for information, only sought to benefit Lin An'an.

The man speaking was Mu Cheng, grandson of the Dean of the Inner Court of Jiuzhou Academy. Upon hearing his words, the other Jiuzhou disciples quickly chimed in.

From start to finish, Xu Jian never once looked at me directly; the only glance he gave me was filled with deep contempt and mockery, as if I were a dog.

The others were also uncertain and alarmed; they knew these two pairs of men in sunglasses had been waiting by the door for someone.

Once he reached Foundation Establishment, Duan Mo believed he wouldn't need sleep anymore—he could cultivate all night long without major harm to his body.

In the two months since arriving in this world, he had not stagnated; with abundant spirit stones to support him, his cultivation had reached the peak of early Foundation Establishment.

"How exactly would you borrow it?" Linghu Hao was indeed tempted—without Lingyue Immortal, where else could one find spirit stones falling from the sky?

Chen Donglai, with his eyes closed, suddenly furrowed his brow, reached out to the table beside the sofa, picked up the phone lying there, and opened his eyes.

Upon sensing the bright flashlight, the snakes immediately grew alert; each one raised its head, ready to strike at any intruder, yet none left the third cave.

Then I laughed—I laughed at A Dai's masterful use of idioms, how he could twist "a torrential downpour" to mean something so absurd.

"Well, it's a long story." I had just sat down in the pavilion, about to explain, when hurried footsteps sounded outside; I looked up as the door was smashed open by immense force.

A single Dao Qianjun had already terrified them; now there was also the legendary Chen Fei inside—how could they not be tense?

Jin Yutang, once arrogant and brimming with battle intent, saw his fiery spirit doused like a bonfire drenched in cold water—instantly extinguished. The golden pillar vanished as if it had never existed.

They had not arrived with the first batch of forty thousand northern troops; instead, these aristocratic youths had been secretly slipped into the army by their fathers when he led his own forces to the border, hoping to make the situation irreversible.

"Get out!" Under Luo Ran's roar, even the divine binding vines entwining the light cocoon trembled violently. The entire dungeon shook, and stones occasionally tumbled down.

"What's there not to know? It's all your fault—if you hadn't insisted on playing all afternoon, we wouldn't be in this mess!" I turned to the window, waiting, but Chen Yinyin didn't reply. When I looked back, I saw her head bowed, lips pouting, looking utterly wounded.

Zhou Liang had spotted Cao Cao and Liu Bei the moment they arrived; no other reason—their gazes were too aggressive. Even though Zhou Liang hadn't seen what those two old rascals were doing behind his back, he still felt a chill run down his spine.

Although his strength placed him in the mid-tier here, and even among all novices across the continent he could be called a genius, compared to a powerhouse like Wang Li, his chances of victory were so low they were effectively negligible.