Chapter 89

Unfortunately, Hei Xuan no longer gave him time to think further; once the eighth life’s threads fully filled his body and connected with its yellow threads.

Military affairs will henceforth be uniformly managed by Meng Huo; his further interference would be superfluous.

“That’s right—it’s him. He used to be Wu Teacher’s student, but no one knows why this time he came back with Class Two instead of Class One,” Shi Jin nodded.

“Thank you, Sister Xie,” Lin Xuan closed the bathroom door, stripped naked, and lay in the bathtub—extremely comfortable.

The police had come on official business; the security of Jiangyue Shanzhuang naturally dared not block them, so the property manager personally accompanied them to Sang Feiwan’s home.

If Fan Jinfeng turned against the Emperor and declared Xiliang independent from Da Chu, wouldn’t the Emperor be raising a tiger to plague himself?

Even if he intended to give it, he could wait until he faced her with his true identity—then, whatever she desired, he could slowly present it.

She knew full well what she had done; she had merely hoped there might be some misunderstanding, but now she knew she was a reincarnator.

Lu Wushuang didn’t even bother to respond to Guo Fu; she grabbed Yang Guo’s arm: “Let’s go—there’s plenty of land under heaven; somewhere must belong to us.”

The photo’s background was a desolate landscape; the wolf in the frame looked somewhat plump, its eyes betraying a pleading expression—it looked more like a Husky than a wolf.

These four stone fortresses hadn’t existed the last time Qian Yifei came; they must have been newly built. Inside each stone fortress, a red light glowed—besides heavy machine guns, there was likely a sniper rifle as well.

This Master Bao had circled around for a long time, but in the end, the truth was simple: the sword in Xiong Ti’s hand was steeped in violent energy and severely harmed his meridians; to avoid such harm, there was only one solution.

“Lord Lucifer, are you making trouble for my subordinates again?” Just as Ye Feng and the others hadn’t taken more than a few steps, a deep voice suddenly rang out.

After a wave of emotion, Zhu San knelt and kowtowed to Zhang Yixian in gratitude—when suddenly, the calm lake surface erupted into massive waves.

The general surnamed Mo quickly looked upward and saw a boy of eighteen or nineteen standing midair, stepping on floating clouds, like a divine warrior descending from heaven, majestic and awe-inspiring.

In the midst of laughter, Qian Yifei drove to Huang Yiyi’s building, bid farewell, and sped straight back to the villa with Yilan.

“Big Brother Yifei, the door isn’t locked—come in,” Huang Yiyi’s voice came from inside the room.

Le Ruyi nodded and headed for the kitchen. After much bustle, Jiang Yichen had already grown impatient and stepped out to look for her—but Le Ruyi still hadn’t appeared.

Xia Sheng swept in like a gentle breeze from beyond the palace gate, then silently departed, too indifferent to waste even half a word on these people—they were destined to die with the Crown Prince.

“The school seems to have organized a sports meet,” Su Tianyao said helplessly, watching students hurrying toward the playground.

Zheng Zhiyang naturally had no idea that Chu Yuan had already probed seven or eight tenths of his water combat cultivation technique; seeing Chu Yuan recover at the same time as himself, he was greatly astonished.

Early autumn was drawing to a close; the wind brushing against the skin had grown cool, making one shiver when standing in it.

Clearly, someone of a middle-aged rank or status was not yet qualified to know about Lan Feng and Lan Shan’s information.

Most bizarre of all, above the moon gate, the starry sky ceiling had vanished—replaced by ordinary rock. Before he could even react in surprise, another change occurred: ahead of the shattered seal, a point of light had appeared, illuminating the previously dark passage.

Nearby, seeing Ju Qingsong restrained by Kai Zi, the several youths who had rushed forward immediately halted and continued shouting at Kai Zi.

“Whoever touches my Long Yan, even if I can’t beat him, I’ll curse him to death!” People debated, but most sided with Long Yan. After all, Old Ding’s strictness was legendary in the academy; everyone assumed the old man was in the wrong.

Nian’er wanted to say more, but then the nurse entered. Han Rufeng looked at his watch—it was mealtime. Indeed, tonight’s dinner was quite good: chicken and bone soup, enough to make Han Rufeng’s belly bulge.

Sitting in the carriage returning to the palace, Xiao Xun looked up at Tuoba Shao, wondering what action he would take now that he knew who lay behind it all.

The yin officials, upon seeing us, were first startled, then calmed down, glanced at us, and said: “So the yang energy earlier came from you two? You’ve intruded into the Underworld—do you know your crime? We advise you to surrender peacefully; perhaps your punishment may be reduced.”

Han Xiu’s character was admirable, but over time, it would inevitably reach the limit of others’ patience.

The coordinates on the phone told Rong Xiaolan that the moving light was Zhang Hao; the phone she gave him had excellent signal and GPS tracking—but the tracking feature required specific permissions to view.

At this moment, the “Fengshou” had docked and was unloading fish in crates; Guo Minghao rushed forward immediately.

Fine, Zhao Jin was now certain Lu Qing didn’t know the true value of these pearls—look at how the villagers were acting.

“Shilaike, Wang Qiuer,” Wang Qiuer wore a light veil, her long powder-blue wavy hair flowing behind her.

“Unless what?” Shen Ling’er asked anxiously, her eyes filled with anticipation.

Feng Lei’s face twisted in agony; he knew that once Feng Xiao awoke, even ten lives wouldn’t be enough for him.

Though uncertain inside, he couldn’t skip a meal just because of that—he’d just buy a hat later and disguise himself.

Well then, since she’d come out, she might as well enjoy the festival properly; set aside those troubling matters for now. She was about to pick up her chopsticks when she suddenly sneezed.

In fact, not only was Shao Shuiyu, one of Yan City’s top ten, unimpressed—Luo Chen, Yue Xingchen, Ye Mo, Jiu Lianmu, and others also didn’t believe in Chu Feng’s prospects.

Li Jizi roared again at the bodyguard and reached out to grab him and stop him.