Chapter 718: Emergency Meeting

When the darkness before him cleared again, Pei Ye found himself back in that strange dream.

The divine human face, the nine tails like clouds and fluff, the powerful, majestic tiger form—Lu Wu took two steps and climbed onto its main seat.

Pei Ye remained standing outside the table.

Lu Wu said nothing; after entering, it pondered for a moment, then raised its paw and placed the sword it held upon the table, drawing out a sliver of the blade and tapping it twice lightly.

“Indeed so—I do not recall Xizhou.”

The next day, Di Qing gathered his generals to launch an expedition against Nong Zhigao; the troops remained demoralized due to having been poisoned by Nong Zhigao earlier. Seeing their listless demeanor, Di Qing immediately devised a clever plan.

She lacked the confidence to fight Ye Nanpei, so she could only go to Yiman Manor and seek out Long Ye.

In fact, Shen Chengren had already developed a slight fever when he fainted that morning—he knew it himself and had told others, but at the time he was solely focused on finding Ning Qian and could not bear to stay in the hospital for rest.

After letting out a quiet sigh of disappointment within herself, Xue Lili finally began to focus earnestly on her studies. She had originally wanted to study, but life had forced her to interrupt it.

Amidst the gaze of countless eyes, amid speculation and anticipation, the wedding that shook the entire capital and even the entire Shengshi finally arrived as scheduled.

Suddenly, a clang of gongs rang out as a band of bandits burst forth. Their leader, Bao Dadeng, was over fifty, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, with a full beard, riding a towering steed and wielding two massive mountain-splitting axes, radiating terrifying might and lethal intent.

At last came the hour of parting; dawn’s light had just begun to glow, yet they had spoken all night, exhausting every word of farewell, leaving nothing more to say. She leaned against him, watching the morning light slowly creep through the window. The morning sun’s energy could lift one’s spirits somewhat.

Li Yuanhao’s heart jolted—he suddenly remembered her words: “Share the dew equally.” Did she truly wish him to favor others?

Hearing Zhang Chengsen’s words, Gu Fei sneered inwardly: Hmph, impressive, truly impressive—so ignorant of death, daring to challenge me to an archery contest? Doesn’t he know that when I was a mercenary, my specialty was sneaking up silently with a cold arrow to take out enemy sentries?

“I’m just rolling up my sleeves—why are you so tense?” Ye Caiping chimed in from beside him.

As he fell inside the coffin, Xu Qiu’s entire body broke out in goosebumps, his Yuan force suppressed by some mysterious power.

Even if he changed kindergartens, Zhang Beichen could find the child without lifting a finger. How Zhang Beichen acted was beyond Xuanxuan’s control—thinking back to the last kidnapping incident… she shouldn’t burden a child like Xuanxuan.

Unfortunately, though he longed to ask, Bai Xingyun refused to say anything; every day he came to deliver items with a cold, expressionless face.

Yun Yi suddenly felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, a surge of hot blood rising—she spat out a mouthful of blood, her body instantly drained of strength, collapsing helplessly onto the dune.

The Grand Master’s aged face was etched with gravity as he gazed at the rolling thunder interwoven in the sky, his heart pounding wildly.

“Come on! Let’s go home—Mom will bake you stuffed pancakes! Your favorite—sauerkraut and pork filling!” The old woman grabbed the person’s hand and pulled them back home.

The Seven Sons of Lanyang answered with resolute strength; at this moment of life or death, none of them thought of how to escape alive—only a sense of mission remained, like a fervent response to Yan Dong’s final lesson.

Jiang Tiantian had left; Chen Luyao could only hold his post, striving not to think of anything related to Zhang Beichen.

Shen Hanshi had just finished a meeting; due to accumulated work from before the New Year still unprocessed, plus recent signs of Yu Guoguang’s restlessness and unresolved issues with the project, he had been swamped these past days.

Even though wood-element adepts could accelerate the ripening of fruits and vegetables, the quantity was scarce and hoarded by a select few.

Aina remained in her usual saintly demeanor; though Xia Ke’er was slightly repelled by Falang’s concern, seeing his sincere expression, she said nothing further.

Zhan Ying suddenly narrowed his eyes; his Dragon Scale blade instantly pressed against the Xi Yao’s neck, then slashed down mercilessly in an instant.

“So, did Feibiyali and those Light Mage Corps members just happen to appear here too?” Mu Youhan asked skeptically.

“You”—Chu Nanxuan’s eyes glowed with chilling frost as he stared at the hand resting on the table, now clenched into a fist, knuckles cracking audibly.

A shadow darted out, robes flapping sharply. The newcomer wore black clothing from head to toe, his entire face concealed by a mask, leaving only his eyes exposed—pupils like stagnant water, unmoved by anything.

The Second Madam spoke hesitantly: “Then… make one set—but if it doesn’t fit, I won’t accept it, you must make another.” Su Yun didn’t even want to speak to her.

“Stop singing!” Zuo Mudan angrily knocked over the screen; Leng Yue dodged nimbly, gazing at Zuo Mudan’s furious, contorted face as if admiring a work of art.

“Second brother, are you certain this child is of the Black Emperor’s bloodline?” That night, Huang Tian and Huang Qing were in deep conversation inside their room.

First chapter, two more to come—why am I so relentless? Why is this? No one but me deserves the title of China’s Best Writer.

In the organization, Pan Da found in his diary that his parents had once researched a drug: if successful, a normal person injected with it would instantly evolve into a higher human—even the lowest F-rank. A thousand F-rank humans could destroy the world and dominate Earth without issue.

At the same time, within the Wan family compound, a crimson light shot skyward, punching a massive hole through the chaotic region shrouded by the domain.

Externally, this appeared to be a corpse long dead. Yet the faint green glow emanating from its eyes and the vivid, lustrous crimson of its blood led Cui Feng to believe this blood corpse possessed some form of sentience.

With a loud “clang,” Liu Xiaoling’s steel plate struck Wang Xuanlong directly on the forehead. The already half-awake Wang Xuanlong was hit again out of nowhere, instantly feeling the world no longer cared for him.

“Oh, everyone’s home!” Fe Tianming returned from work and saw the whole family gathered in the living room.