Chapter 151: A Thousand Li Journey (1) (6100)

Chen Yan borrowed a car from Chu Keqing — to Chu the wealthy woman, a car was no big deal.

He asked for one with good quality, durable.

That afternoon, Xiao Cai, his assistant, brought over a G-Class.

Chen Yan had asked Gu Qingyi; the destination was Hejiang Prefecture in Dongsanzhou, roughly two thousand kilometers from Jinling Mansion.

For such a long distance, electric vehicles were ruled out first.

Her entire skin was dry as the bark of a ten-thousand-year-old tree in the forest, riddled with fissures and black marks.

Xiahou Jin was already seated in his carriage; seeing Xiahou Xun and Xiahou Qian had not returned, he grew impatient, opened the door — and faced Xiahou Fei and the mother-son trio.

Pei Ying was reluctant to suspect him as the mastermind, but he still needed to investigate him further. Beyond that, the mysteries surrounding Ling Ruohan were also troubling; though she appeared unrelated to the theft of the Sacred Relic, it was a problem he had to solve.

She slowly crouched down, extended her arms, embraced him, placed his head against her shoulder, said nothing — yet the feathered cultivator on her shoulder wept harder and harder.

A rich, resonant voice suddenly came from the door; the low chuckle sent an electric tingle through Chu Xun’s ears.

When he entered, Gu Xinzhi was already inside; the Master sat beside him, Zhuge Fangming sat cross-legged at the head, his face expressionless and devoid of desire — unlike his usual self.

“Ah, forget it, let’s talk about something serious?” Bai Li Chu shook his head; this guy was utterly impervious to reason — better not waste his breath, let him figure it out himself.

“Xue’er, I’m sorry.” After receiving his wife’s permission, Chu Mulin lifted her clothes and saw two red marks; on her waist, two had turned black and blue — clear evidence of how hard he had pressed.

Long ago? Judging by Auntie Wang’s attire—still her morning clothes and hairpin—she must have been waiting here tirelessly since they left.

She unleashed the blood oath without hesitation, even summoning the bloodline power usable only between direct kin.

Hongzhi, delighted, drank a few extra sips of tea. After Gu Dayong finished his report, everyone had rested a bit; now was a good time to stroll around the imperial estate.

*Keng!* The sword blade hummed; a silver arc of light sliced through space, precisely blocking Shen Nai Tian’s strike.

A planet’s explosion was terrifying enough; let alone how Guxiao had triggered the detonation of dozens of entire stars.

Regardless, Zhu Yuan was safe; Zhu Houwei didn’t bother speaking, hurriedly got him warmed up and changed his clothes. The fish banquet today was fine.

Their gazes met in midair; Mo Mo’s eyes, calm as water, flickered with surprise — surprise, joy, and complex emotions flooding in.

The heavy cavalry’s greatest strengths were defense and shock power; their greatest flaws were stamina and endurance. Three thousand armored troops gathered together were like an iron can — no way to get a bite in.

She felt a sudden chill, instinctively pulled down the curtain, turned, and sat on the sofa a few steps away.

Prince Lu did not stop his grandson; it seemed he intended to be open and honest with Zhu Houzhao — but Zhu Jianyi’s sudden outburst made the atmosphere awkward.

“Damn… no wonder this guy dared provoke me; he’s actually strong. I underestimated him.” James thought Sun Zhuo’s 60 points were exaggerated, but Sun Zhuo overtaking him in scoring was entirely possible — for the first time, he felt real pressure on the court.

The middle-aged man’s confident expression changed the instant Canglong spoke; he fell silent, staring at the void, murmuring in disbelief: “It’s the Illusory Dust Dragon… how is this possible? Can this mind-sea truly recreate a world?…” After a moment’s pause, he stared at the blood droplet burning at the doorway, a flicker of hesitation crossing his face.