Chapter 266: Transformation

Ximen Yan froze in surprise, his eyes fixed on the brown-clad youth: “What did Xu Ge say? Did Qin’s widow give birth to a bunch of little monks?”

Zhao Ti’s eyes subtly narrowed—Changchun Valley had three rules: never mention monks, never speak of Buddhist matters, never learn Buddhist martial arts.

Changchun Valley belonged to the Kunlun lineage, and Kunlun had a longstanding feud with monks—likely stemming from ancient monks who preached outdated doctrines—so such prohibitions were normal, but a widow giving birth to a brood of little monks?

Worse, Liu Yihua noticed a hint of delight in Qi Xueyan’s gaze. He chuckled awkwardly, leaning back as if to escape her fiery stare.

Though Yan Yuming was no great asset, he’d offered plenty of gifts over the years; if I stripped him bare now, it wouldn’t just be a loss—it’d send the wrong message to the others who follow me. They’d think serving me offers no security at all.

It was a cute creature with long rabbit-like ears, covered in soft white-brown fur, resembling an ear fox; its genetic composition was unstable, easily altered by environment, with a gentle temperament and easy to raise.

Mo Chen whispered to Bao Bao, asking what his wife was doing; Gu Bao Bao buried her face in her bowl, ignoring him. The others grew more curious. Gu Bao Bao quietly told Mo Chen she’d explain later.

The giant donned the Pagoda Battle Robe and rushed out; seeing the two chatting leisurely, he lunged forward and swung his fist. The Pagoda Battle Robe tore the air with a ripping sound as a massive light blade slashed horizontally.

No matching dimensional coordinates could be found in the records, no reference points at all—even to ask where this world was, there was no one to question in this desolate land.

“Yihua, is that Soros really that powerful? I don’t believe it!” Song Chuxia said, unimpressed by Liu Yihua’s words.

“That… that hard thing? It’s just the key in my pocket. What else did you think it was?” Liu Yihua grinned mischievously.

Back in the provincial capital, Nie Yun used to take Tan Qiu out for evening strolls, and many would stare curiously at Tan Qiu. Now, when Nie Yun took Tan Qiu out, it was perfectly ordinary.

“I really miss the old days,” Cornelia pulled the boy into her arms, pressing her cheek gently against his, then whispered softly.

Seeing him dazed, she took the robe and draped it over Lu Tianxian, fastened it for him, and helped him up, glancing at him twice.

“Don’t worry, he won’t die. I’m a professional!” Sabina smiled faintly, as if reading Luo Li’s thoughts, utterly unconcerned.

He wanted to beat this new partner to death for stealing his big payday—how could he possibly hand over the land himself? Would selling land make money breed more money?

He explained his plan to her in detail. They deliberated for hours before finally agreeing. Ouyang Ruo’s throat grew dry from talking; Qin Zhi was drenched in sweat.

Xiang Chi said the earlier sentences were normal, but the last few words came out like a whisper—as if he was embarrassed.

If it weren’t for last night’s final all-in, when I watched you blindly bluff your way into a royal flush.

“If I’m right, as soon as trading opens tomorrow, a flood of people will dump their stocks—get finance ready to buy them up immediately and stabilize the price!” Gu Song instructed his son, and still uneasy, he told Gu Weihua he’d come to the company himself tomorrow to monitor the stocks.

Invisible arrays now surrounded the thatched hut; the hut and Huang Zhenghua seemed to have donned invisible cloaks, vanishing completely.

Though they’d initially felt mutual sympathy, over time they’d developed real feelings—for each other, now, it was genuine.