Chapter 111

Chen Yan changed his shoes, put on a down jacket, and followed Chu Yi out the door. The two passed through the village and headed west, arriving at the foot of the mountain and ascending along a narrow path winding up the slope.

The mountain trail had barely any defined shape, with only scattered stones laid down, but after a full day of snowfall, the path had become extremely slippery. The hilltop where the abandoned temple stood wasn’t high—just a small slope—but the forest behind it was vast, stretching...

Bai Yufa went to help Yan Lingjun prepare clothing; the news of her awakening was relayed to her by a maid passing by while cleaning the room.

You witnessed this moment with your own eyes, feigned submission, then, amid the banquet’s revelry and clinking cups, ten arrowheads pierced him through a sea of red silk.

Cen Mu and Li Nian both glanced at them; perhaps because she was too loud, Tao Tao beside Agula suddenly burst into tears.

Xu Zhaoyuan looked at her in her monk’s robe, his fist tightening slightly, then he grunted a few times, a cold sneer forming in his heart.

Zhou saw Liu Xiaomei’s expression and knew she had no real determination—she was merely trying her luck.

Yet in that moment when she lifted her head and met his gaze, those eyes—like luminous glass lamps—suddenly reminded him of someone.

In the end, Wen Qingcheng didn’t land a single punch on Fatty Miao, but exhausted herself completely. Dragging her aching limbs, she stepped into the bathroom for a bath and changed into fresh clothes.

The price of grain at the store kept rising—more than triple what he’d paid last time—and Shi Musheng felt uneasy. Why was it so expensive? Fearing panic, he spent all the money he had left to buy coarse grain.

“There are countless joys in this world, but only the union of two hearts can ward off misfortune,” said the white-bearded old man, stroking his beard with a benevolent, enigmatic smile.

“I’ve endured you long enough—now you’ll learn who the coward really is!” White light drowned the ocean of dark consciousness.

“Your mother came from this village, and I hope you’ll come to like it. If you find it hard to adjust, don’t hide it—tell me, and we’ll return to the city,” Yun Xue said, worried, adding a few more reminders.

Old Xing’s tiger-like eyes flared in anger, barely holding back his rage. Even Xing Shanhu’s face turned grim—someone in K City had actually resorted to extralegal punishment.

While Liu Qing was wailing, Ma Weiming had already summoned Yang Chunlin and the attending physicians.

After contracting his domain, the Pope unleashed his ability in a relentless barrage against Wang Yu. Countless abilities rained down like a storm, and sensing their immense destructive power, Wang Yu dared not meet them head-on—he dodged frantically.

“I recall the Empress’s vanity case is still in my possession,” the Empress Dowager murmured, squinting as if recalling.

The two sisters still thought Yun Xue was the same helpless girl they’d bullied before. They’d forgotten that Yun Xue was an expert hunter, skilled in martial arts.

Though Lord Wei Ying never officially announced it, rumors spread like wings, traveling faster than anyone expected among the common folk. The only topic worth discussing over tea and meals was clear: General Hua Qi had returned to the capital.

She clearly felt her own weakness—now she understood what true exhaustion meant, when the lamp’s oil ran dry. No wonder people said: no one knows your body better than you do. Whether strong or frail, the truth was unmistakable.

Chen Huan’s palm strike had been too hard; even after soaking in cold water, Hu Ergou remained unconscious.

Seeing Ding Mu’s ashen face, Ding Yezi’s heart ached. Had her reason not outweighed her emotion, she might have already agreed to stay.