Chapter 595: Let Me Say This First

The pavilion was abuzz with lively conversation.

“Too rash! The Lord of Wucao Market—how could we possibly covet such a position? Miss Ruyi, this… seems inappropriate.”

“What kind of talk is that, Qiuyan? What’s so special about being market lord? Are you frightened by the title?”

“Qiuyan, it’s not about being frightened—it’s about not seeking your own death. If you don’t understand, just keep quiet. No one thinks you’re mute!”

“Hey? Qiuyan, you really—”

“Jade, they were just here. Master Bingyun took Tianyi away a few breaths before you arrived—everyone saw it.”

Everyone looked without protest to Gu Mengyao, who had single-handedly built the Demon Hand; though a hacker organization, she was unquestionably the strongest in understanding electronic devices and managing computer talent.

But now the Sacred Song is gone, and Su Yu and the other war victors cannot claim their compensation. No one in the Feige Hub can take responsibility—if the Sacred Song can’t be found, what then?

He recalled the Grand Commander who, across the transmission note, had used a thread of qi to send his martial will across the void.

Because it was a dream, and because she knew Jiang Hu would not harm her, her boldness knew no bounds.

As for why An Haoran’s sister invested in films in Jiangbei—he’d only heard it from Zhao Weiran and didn’t know the details.

The crow on the branch suddenly cawed and flew into the sky, leaving only a few shrill croaks swirling in midair.

Perhaps it was that rare tenderness from Mo Nian Nian last night, and her casual defense at dinner, that had clouded his judgment and made him harbor hope for her.

With a thought, a dry, vacuum path appeared before Bingyun—the seawater was the most common form of water.

Sensing the inner garment’s peculiar nature, everyone who had just put it on felt an urge to strip it off, but none dared do so in front of so many. Luo Xueqin was different: she was nominally Luo Anseng’s sister, not disciple, and only she dared act thus.

As for why they hadn’t eliminated the opponent outright then, it was because the tentacles had been on the verge of death, nearly unusable.

Xu Nuo smiled faintly, silently activating a wind technique to withdraw his hand without notice.

Dong Zhuo agreed, but still seethed inwardly; under the circumstances, he had no choice but to bow his head.

Katat heard the word “important” and immediately grinned wide, the feeling of being valued making him giddy. Woshelaki, seeing this, added another note to his evaluation of Renao: skilled at soothing subordinates and boosting morale at any moment.

Lu Mingfei turned his left fist into a palm and lightly slapped Yemengjia’s thigh, then used the counterforce to retreat several meters.

Wang Yansheng need not be mentioned—he was a veteran general with long service on the frontier; his infamous “ear-eating” exploit still circulates in folk tales, growing more exaggerated with each retelling.

Chen Peng wasn’t sure if it was his imagination, but today everyone’s gaze at him seemed odd, and many stole glances at him before whispering to colleagues beside them.

Under the lens, the brownish secretion contained numerous undigested plant fibers and fruit pulp.

The letter bore a portrait of Spike on its front—well-drawn, with crisp, economical lines—and at the lower left corner was the sender’s name.

At this moment, Zhang Rang was receiving a guest; a man buying an official post had placed a large chest of silver before him, yet Zhang Rang barely acknowledged him.

“A red shadow just flashed by!” the Emperor squinted, sensing something amiss.

Of course, that was just him puffing himself up—after all, Li Zhi’s “Ten-Ingredient Tonifying Soup Shop” existed to do business; anyone who came with money was a god, and he’d never turn away gold.

The guard led Yi Feng and the others past the governor’s mansion straight to a hidden spot behind it, where a secret prison lay.