Chapter 151: That Someone, Close the Door

Zhenlian Mountain, also known as Qinglian Mountain, boasts nine peaks linked together like a lotus carved from stone—the very seat of the Qinglian Daochang, a major Daoist sect of the Zhongyuan Continent.

“I understand that,” Zhang Tian said. “Right now, strengthening our power is what matters. You’ve seen it these past days—this place is a savage primitive world with no systems at all; strength alone rules.”

Zhang Tian didn’t know much about Su Zi’s origins, but now that the other had regained his memory, Zhang Tian felt as if he had endless questions to ask.

I asked myself: Have you fallen for him? Jiang Wei, have you fallen for him? Because of an embrace, a kiss? Mu Jie Gan Di.

“You’re sure it’s just a few? How come I heard Yue Tang say you listed a whole page of foods yesterday?” Shen Yi said.

“Insolent! Jiang Biwei, no one has ever spoken to me like this!” Shen Yi dropped his subordinate and glared furiously at me.

Now that I’ve broken with Ye Xiu, seeing his serious expression fills me with even greater revulsion.

“If you walk out like this, you don’t need to test it—Chen Qiusheng will know you’re injured. You have no color at all; how could anyone not suspect?” I said.

“Oh my lady, your fever hasn’t even broken yet, and you’re already thinking about...” Qing Ge said, half-reproachful, to Hua Xuanji.

“I still wish to try. If I fail, I’ll enter Master Yan Lu’s school without a single complaint,” Luo Changfeng said, showing no fear—indeed, a sense of challenge stirred within him.

Yao Tianyu frowned; he had only recently returned from abroad and had spent most of his time overseas, rarely involving himself in matters of Donglin.

He knew roughly how much property Fang Pingying owned—most of her major income came from his exclusive counter, so he could estimate it.

“Stop pretending ignorance—how many in Rongcheng don’t know Young Master Jiang? Hmph! Shu, today we order you not to marry Young Master Jiang; you only need to nod.” Jiang Qingqing shouted.

Some were paired in twos, others gathered in groups of four or five, but these defenseless fools meant nothing to Ye Zi—even the tightest guard was useless against him.

I lost control. Years of conservative upbringing had never let me do anything extreme, but that day I was utterly out of control—I ran over, hugged my grandmother with tears smearing my makeup, wanting to say I love you, thank you, thank you for being a great tree shielding me from every storm.

Moreover, for some reason, I wanted to chat more with this girl, to stay with her a little longer—maybe we’d never meet again.

Everyone stared at her in silent astonishment, wondering: Is this Linda? How could anyone link her to the elegant, refined noblewoman seen on screen and in public?

Ye Cang wiped her face; the icy seawater made her shiver violently, making her realize she had reached her limit.

For several days straight, she was forced to lie in bed, dazed and half-asleep. Shu Yu had lived twenty years, but this was the first time she’d lain helpless day and night like a useless invalid.

Staying in City A affected her mood. Lin Sese simply went traveling for a while, letting the summer pass, then returned to City X to resume her studies.

“Vandorn Photon Cannon—fire!” A string of pale yellow energy rounds shot from the wings of the Sky Combat Masqued, streaking toward the spinning Impreza.

“Sister-in-law, let me escort you up. There are too many eyes here—accidents could happen.” Lin Shuang dared not let Su Qingye, heavily pregnant, wander alone, and gently supported her upstairs. At the stair entrance, they met the steward, his face twisted in indecision, watching them but unable to speak.

Although Zhao Tianbao had only given all his wealth to Xue Li Hong to save his own life.

“My lord, please examine the powder in this incense pouch—what is it, and what are its effects?” Liu YuYang rushed to speak before Li Yigan could open his mouth.

He huddled in the corner, clutching his head, watching the shattered tables, chairs, and plum vases—his heart bled.

Ji Han frowned, his tightly contracted pupils suddenly relaxing as his finger pressed the E key.

Xu Ziqing ignored her; she wouldn’t tell her that she’d already sent a message to Lu Mingyu—only he had never replied.

Xu Sanchun was startled, gripping her hand: “Mute Niang, please don’t let the Xu family find out!” No matter where all this silver had come from, it was her livelihood—Xu Sanchun felt responsible for protecting Mute Niang.

The room was stiflingly hot; most guests had stripped to their bare arms, sprawled out like dead men on the communal beds.

The poem says: A fleeting glance across river and pass. I hear the parting song. The boat urges twin oars, slicing through clear waves. Drenched in drunken tears, rail-side sobs—what can love do? Tomorrow, west of the painted bridge, dusk clouds will gather thick.

Several banyan trees around her sent their aerial roots surging toward Du Yu, among them hiding several emerald-green branches.

Or rather, the science of his past life had not yet reached a level capable of perfectly explaining all this—just as his transmigration itself remained inexplicable.

This was something Liang Chen had already anticipated—Murong Zhen wouldn’t have summoned him lightly—but the way Murong Zhen spoke, it seemed he intended to separate Liang Chen from his family, which caught Liang Chen off guard. So Liang Chen nodded to Murong Zhen, but said nothing.