Chapter 156: 152 When the Tree Wants Stillness, the Wind Won

Yu Xing suddenly returned home, claiming he was on vacation; although he didn't mention the website upgrade, his parents soon found out.

Chu Qiying delegated the tasks of inquiring and comforting to her husband, Yu Guosheng.

Yu Xing originally didn't want them to worry, but since they had already glimpsed fragments of the news from some unknown source, he no longer wished to hide anything, framing the upgrade as a struggle for control of the website.

Logically, I should advise you to be more tactful in your dealings.

When Fei Yutong opened her eyes again, she was back in her apartment; from then on, she never left unless absolutely necessary. She didn't know what all her years of study had been for. She didn't know—if someone could reach a place she could never attain no matter how hard she tried—what meaning her efforts held.

The Second Regiment of the Iron Blood Brigade, after Cai Tieqiang decided to strike, had been following the scouts since burying the corpses, and now stood no more than five li from the banks of Luo Wangtang River.

The Second Elder's spirit was utterly drained; Raphael felt as if something had blocked his chest, making him deeply uneasy.

Niu Wang cultivated the Daoist technique of the Earthly Fiend Transformations, possessing seventy-two transformations; the Earthly Fiend aspect is turbid, said to have been discerned by a Sage from the Witch Clan's arts, best suited to complement brute strength and martial skill, unleashing unmatched might.

"He must be hungry," Gu Jianli said, unhooking the water bag hanging at her horse's side and tossing it toward Ji Wujing.

Wen Lie nodded. Wen Tianlang rose and said, "You'll regret this," then staggered off.

"Did you make all of these?" Ling Miaomiao gazed in awe at the translucent cherry-filled pastries—such craftsmanship, even her favorite bun-maker, famed for red sugar buns, couldn't match it.

"And someone dares look down on our family?!" Shen Tai-Lady's face darkened instantly. She could remain calm about anything except her grandson's marriage.

Su Yumei struggled to rise, but bound tightly with ropes, she could not get up from her kneeling position on the floor.

Blood seeped from his lips; he suddenly pulled her close and kissed her, warm blood smearing across her lips.

Just moments ago, Ding Jie had bled from all seven orifices, but now his entire body was drenched in blood… His grip on Wei Di's hand was sticky—bleeding from seven orifices could never cause such a state. Perhaps… the mastermind behind this was still beside Ding Jie, feasting until finished, before moving on to a new target…

I sighed helplessly, smiled, and slowly walked toward him—this "tribulation" of today's daylight was unavoidable.

With this plan, the risks fell almost entirely on him, while his family could withdraw at any moment; Huangfu Xu's grim expression was thus understandable.

With the frequent appearance of Post-Heaven Perfect cultivators, the onlookers had grown numb and no longer reacted with the same astonishment as before.

"So close to success, so close to success—we coerced and bribed so many people, mounted such a grand operation, yet still failed to touch Huangfu Xu. What a blunder."

At this moment, the human-ghost's first thought was still Jinzi, which made Ye Yao smile wryly.

Because, as he had previously thought, the only possible threat to Sean after implementing this plan would be the nobles' anger and backlash if the news leaked.

Yuan Tian had just raised the wine cup to his lips, ready to drink it all, when the system's alert tone suddenly sounded.

Mu Jin shrank back and slowly retreated; she was indeed capricious, but not foolish. She knew her caprice stemmed from her grandfather, so whenever he grew serious or angry, she obeyed every word without the slightest defiance.

She remembered the elderly Mr. Wang; earlier, as she passed through the hotel lobby, she'd heard him chatting with someone, saying his family's patriarch was gravely ill. After reading the elixir's advertised effects on the brochure, he came to try his luck.