Chapter 99: Believe in Science

“Girl, it’s only one day until Lunar New Year—are you still going back to Huacheng?” Zi Long had been busy all this time, and with the New Year approaching, he wanted to spend it with his girl this year.

Cold Ye was right—she had fallen in love with him, so she chose to tell him her secret, to test him, to see how he would react, whether he would do anything harmful to her.

Qing Wen walked gracefully over, pulled up a reclining chair, and sat beside Ye Xuan. She picked up a cup from the stone table and poured herself a cup of tea, silently gazing at the starry sky.

Ah Heng can’t—mainly because her French and even her English are stuck in an endless cycle of spelling errors and dictionary checks.

Ye Xuan was greatly alarmed. If internal strife broke out in Da Zhou at a time like this, it would be a terrible omen.

“Whatever you want, I’ll do it—but you must take care of yourself, you absolutely must, do you understand?” Zi Long’s voice trembled with a hint of tears, as if begging her.

Releasing them outright wouldn’t matter; according to the Martial Arts Association’s later investigation, this father-son pair had done nothing outrageous during their time in Jianghai City, only trying to recruit some human martial artists.

Unconsciously, tears blurred her vision; suddenly, she choked up, unable to utter a single word. All the grievances of these many days poured out like a waterfall of tears.

She had never given her parents a single coin, nor ever considered whether they needed money.

Upon hearing this, the Master of Time and Space’s eyes flashed with sharp light. Since he had a grudge against the human prodigy who had summoned the Hong Meng Thunder Palace, he no longer rushed to send the Emperor’s Son on his way.

Gu Qianyang, the Holy Hand from across the Mountains: a legendary thief of the martial world, whose twin daggers rarely drew blood, one of the Four Free Spirits.

Xiong Ti couldn’t help but want to find another seat, but the inn’s breakfast business was so booming that not a single table remained vacant, so he and Guan Muxue had no choice but to sit at the table opposite the graceful youth—even though two people with abysmal table manners were already seated there.

The cold wind grew stronger, swirling into a vortex around the possessed body. No one knew what was happening, but everyone understood: the Ghost Hand had arrived.

“Of course it’s that phrase: wanting both elegance and goodness, and also wanting to buy a donkey that doesn’t eat grass,” Wu Xiancheng replied again.

But for now, he had no intention of going to the studio; if something important came up, Mu Lan would come to him herself.

“Hmph, move out,” Li Hai snorted, raising his Lightning Spear and charging ahead.

Seeing the King of Hell awaken, Lu Zexi realized the Demon King had become aware of his mistake—it seemed he had finally seen the error of his ways. Too bad it was too late. The Jade Emperor would not forgive him.

With utmost devotion and love, Li Hai knew only that his heart was shattered, yet he could not escape this binding torment—that was why he knelt on the ground, trembling all over, because Li Hai felt he had betrayed them.

Hearing the call, the three turned to look and saw a boy with uneven, permed bangs walking over with a smile.

This is a kind warning from the Second Gang: everything in heaven and earth works this way—a bowstring pulled too tight will snap.

Lin Feng sat down leisurely, picked up a fresh, tender steak, and casually tossed it in front of Erleng.

Xu Cunbao seized the opportunity at once; his Black Dragon War Flag Spear coiled with a black dragon, and as he swung the banner, a torrent of divine qi surged forth, forming a sacred array that crashed down violently, pinning Yin Taiqing to the ground.

His long blade had barely been half-drawn when it was sliced away; his dark armor shattered, and a grotesque sword wound gushed blood from his chest.

But the Jiang family knew she had thirty thousand—how could they possibly be content without getting their hands on that money?

You should know the situation in Yanbo Mansion: it borders Yanbo Lake on one side and the entrance to the Western River Road and Shannan Road on the other, with a complex martial world landscape and countless sects and aristocratic families.

She picked up her computer and began searching for Yang Fei’s information, uncovering some details and even finding his account.

If the Shang family’s young mistress drowned while surfing, the Shang family would surely become gossip fodder once again.

She kept her long hair loosely tied with a single string, and a speck of eye gunk clung to the corner of her eye.

The treasures inside were mostly looted artifacts, along with various alchemical cauldrons and demonic pet spirit eggs.

Accustomed to others’ attention, Bai Ze paid no mind to those who stopped for him—but those who paused and looked upward toward the city wall caught his eye, drawing his gaze upward as well.

The chirping of birds woke Helian Nu from sleep; over these nine years, he had nearly grown accustomed to rising with the morning birdcalls.

Looking up, Lu Qingyu noticed that the pool in the forest had suddenly begun to boil; two vast elemental forces converged violently above its surface.

But it was even more terrifying: his clothes flapped wildly, and within Fuzhu Shijuro, something seemed to be gathering, suppressing something—perhaps ready to explode in the next second.

Seeing this scene, the Yin-Yang True Man wanted to cry. Who had he offended? Outside, he was under siege; inside, a figure of such towering power had appeared—and now, at this moment, all the experts were absent, and even his master was nowhere to be found.

Three years ago, because of Lin Tian, Old Master Ouyang had moved against the Qian family; their final move caused Lin Tian to vanish, leaving Ouyang Qian heartbroken for a long time—until Lin Tian reappeared, his identity now mysterious, and the Ouyang family still couldn’t determine what Lin Tian truly was…

The signal here was very strong, yet constantly moving, indicating the phone was on a person or some other living object. Several officers grew alert, drew their pistols, and followed the signal step by step forward.

It was clearly laced with sarcasm, meant to provoke Mo Liang into retorting. But Mo Liang had no opinion about her appearance after her rebirth; she simply sipped her hot tea, ignoring Chu Tingchuan’s theatrical sighs.

The Nascent Soul quickly drained all the life energy from the blood; as if overfed, it began to gag. After a long while, it vomited up a red, spherical object, connected to its hand by a thin thread. It stared at the sphere, thought for a moment, then swallowed it whole.

Each punch carried flames, one after another; the surrounding temperature rose sharply. The sun had not yet set, and sunlight bathed Xia Tian’s body—he grew fiercer with every strike, his moves relentless, showing no fatigue even after exhausting techniques, fighting with reckless abandon.

The news of Ji Chen and Liu Jinghong’s duel spread like wind through the inner courtyard; everyone knew there would be an extraordinary contest tomorrow and eagerly prepared to watch.