Chapter 170: I

He nei, Er Zhu Rong’s military camp.

Li Shuang met Er Zhu Rong again, with Yuan Tianmu accompanying them.

From nearby within the camp, the sounds of troops drilling still echoed. Er Zhu Rong, skilled in military affairs, never relaxed even when there was no war.

By the still pond, a long pavilion stood; Li Shuang raised his cup and toasted Er Zhu Rong and Yuan Tianmu.

“The mountains are high, the roads long; this time I go to Guanzhong to quell the rebellion, I do not know when I shall see you two brothers again.”

Otherwise, Chen Yuan would keep avoiding him; burdened by this unfulfilled promise, over time the promise would become a weight, guilt would turn to resentment, and then he would truly lose Chen Yuan as a friend forever.

Jiang Yiniang clenched her fists, wanting to swipe away the annoying Die’er with one palm, but she bit her lip and held back.

I doubt anyone knows what it feels like to have a camera pointed at you, while your home falls deathly silent, and you lie in bed like that.

Of course, the most direct cause of celebrities vanishing into obscurity due to scandals is not the trolls, but those who do not want public opinion to concentrate too much.

“Three matchmakers, six formalities, eight bearers carrying the bridal sedan—legitimate and proper, that is all.” Yin Ningbo spoke slowly, word by word.

Hearing this exchange, Ru Huan secretly pinched Leng Xiuze’s arm; both of them felt a shared suspicion: could this “P Liu” from the imperial capital’s prestigious clan be the nephew of the late Liu Chengru?

“While all of you are here, let’s set the terms for the Pill Duel.” Xuan Hu Zunzhe’s face was black as ink; having lost three times in a row, had he not needed to remain to oversee the event, he would have stormed out. To be stuck with this mess was sheer bad luck.

“If Director Xiang’s daughter were to meet Brother Lin, I wonder what she’d think—she’d probably be willing to marry him,” Bai Tianming said, his words laced with barbs.

“Li and Fang Yiwei aren’t actually…” Liu Ningbo tried to explain; she and Fang Yiwei had only shared one night, nothing close to love.

“Of course I treat you as a rival—otherwise, how would I understand you?” Ling Qingcheng turned to look at Leng Jianshen. “You should know that as the top decision-maker of a company, I’m always at the center of the storm.”

Since they had already experienced the headshot visuals beforehand, headshots no longer stirred their nausea.

Mu Lianzhi frantically chanted the incantation, but Si Biyi’s barrier was not so easily broken; no matter how hard she strained, she could not move it an inch.

Because since she unlocked her True Essence, she had only studied defensive techniques and never touched any offensive ones.

Moreover, even with the method, cultivation is extremely perilous, so success demands great fortune.

He told himself: in this life, he would never again let those he cared about suffer such persecution.

If imprisoned in a world not yet under the dominion of the Main Realm’s Heavenly Dao, such danger might exist—but in the Main Realm, there is no need to worry; unless heaven and earth collapse and the Dao shatters, these people will never escape.

Ao Zhi still surveyed them with an air of authority; Mu Lianzhi smiled and walked behind him, gesturing silently to the guards below to be quiet.

I have only so much Heavenly Source Fluid; if I could provide you with as many resources as other peaks offer their disciples, you would surely not be inferior to the Sacred Son Jiang Shenzi.

No wonder Lin Yuanyuan said she was leaving but never actually left—she was waiting here all along; the setup clearly meant she had become an RD spokesperson.

A few students still lingered in the basketball court; Qin Yu knew his limits and directed Song Tang to help move some equipment to the storage room behind.

Chu Tianyi disapproved, scanning the surroundings; his icy gaze warned everyone nearby.