Chapter 119

The most convenient and fastest way to get from Jin Ling to Gang Cheng is obviously to fly directly there.

But… Chen Yan couldn’t choose this route.

Because Gu Qingyi was still an “illegal resident.”

She couldn’t take a plane, not even a high-speed train, regular train, or long-distance bus.

Because all these modes of transport required ID documents—and going to Gang Cheng required even more.

He supported Yang Hua while ordering his troops to unleash volleys of arrows; at his command, arrows rained down, and the assassins twisted like leaping carp, flipped like diving cuttlefish, staggered like woodcutters carrying firewood, moving like ghosts, swift as spirit foxes. Zou Weilian rushed forward, raised the Thunderbow, aimed at the assassins’ hearts, and fired—their bodies dropped instantly.

Fang Xuechu screamed again, staring blankly at the head of the Horse King that Hu Yang had handed her: “This thing is worth more than a hundred thousand?”

But no matter what it was, the first to obtain it would always be students of this school; outsiders could only access it after the students had already reached a conclusion.

Then came several unremarkable antiques—neither Hu Yang nor the livestream viewers found them impressive, even finding them dull; all were sold for just tens of thousands.

After eating their fill, Feng Lian and Meng Jie still took time to condense Qi into water to wash their clothes, then summoned fire to dry them.

Karl’s face flushed red, torn between worry and anxiety; seeing Miller’s listless state, rage surged in him—he slapped Miller hard across the face.

You Yan gritted his teeth: “If I’m dissatisfied, it’s not just with these few—I’m dissatisfied with everyone! These fools have slept too long, growing increasingly arrogant and cold.”

“No, don’t overthink it.” He just didn’t know how to interact with her family, but he was trying to adapt, and didn’t want her to notice.

Lin Yu stared at the washed socks discarded outside the shop, walked over, picked one up, and tossed it straight into the trash.

Lin Yu didn't bother arguing with them, took the money, went to the kitchen, and bought a pig's trotter and various cooking ingredients, including chili peppers, from the system store.

“Alright.” Ye Ci thought for a moment longer—yes, she was curious, though she didn’t care much. Everyone has curiosity; even if hers was weak, on this matter, she truly felt it.

Li Ji was also gradually drawn in, actively joining in and showcasing the superb cooking skills she’d honed over more than a decade of raising Li Jing alone—though likely because she couldn’t stand the two amateurs constantly ruining the food.

Yet even though she said nothing, Nian Liang understood perfectly—and guilt washed over him. He hugged his poor Man Niang tightly, murmuring repeatedly, “You’ve been so tired,” for a long while, until Man Niang complained her posture was wrong and her back, waist, and legs ached from the strain, at which point he finally let go.

Though she didn’t want Ying Zheng to become cruel, she also didn’t want him forced off the throne because of his “reluctance to harm.” Not because of his power, nor because the Qin family still relied on him for prosperity—but because he was Ying Zheng. The Ying Zheng she had always loved.

Also, I bought a Dark Souls 3 CD key the day before yesterday, planning to play it during my free time, but ended up as Tang Baozi’s father’s toy. I’m furious, I’m crying, Yingyingyingying ！

Lei Fang suffered a great tragedy—her family destroyed, she now lives here. I feel I have a responsibility toward her.

They’ve traveled the seas and know many things. This shark is naturally bloodthirsty; now wounded, it will become even more so.

Wu Yue merely smiled, watching quietly as always, saying nothing. Events like this, already written into the original plot, she had no intention of interfering with.