Chapter 306: 061 My Master

On June 14, Xu Xin, head of Jindai Capital, returned to Shanghai after inspecting the project in Pengcheng.

At eight p.m., listening to the drizzling rain outside, Xu Xin felt cheerful thinking of the successful inspection, and immediately called Liu Jiankai, whom he hadn’t contacted in a while.

As for this former vice president, it was confirmed he had gone to WeChat, but after WeChat was sold to Alibaba, he vanished without a trace—even seemingly not participating in Yu Xing’s electric vehicle project.

“Not true at all.” The brother’s dark eyes blazed with irritation; seeing such an adorable brother, I leaned in and kissed his cheek lightly, laughing, “You’re not cute when you’re mad!” Though he knew I was teasing him, his expression softened, no longer as scowling as before.

Time slipped away unnoticed; he had been dazed for a week already, and the doctor approved his discharge, so everyone gathered once again at the hospital to take him home.

Luo Tian smiled faintly and said solemnly, “You all have fun—I’m leaving.” With a flash of transparent light, his body vanished like a phantom through spatial displacement.

As he was about to fly beyond the End Mountains, a faint smile appeared on his face—but it didn’t last long before despair returned. Before him stretched an endless sea, flanked on both sides by mountains; he had thought he escaped the deadly zone, only to find himself trapped in another peril.

Seeing all the Elders nod in agreement, Tie Feihu exhaled in relief and nodded contentedly; the matter was nearly settled, now just waiting for Long Qianxun to lead them out.

He returned from outside saying a barrier had been erected—he couldn’t leave. When he saw the scene inside the room, he was stunned. At that moment, thunder rumbled outside; He Xu and the cat demon both turned pale—someone had summoned heavenly lightning, surely aiming to eliminate my right-hand men.

They saw An Ran’s figure blur past, suddenly appearing behind Lin Meng; a flash of swordlight, and Lin Meng collapsed forward.

“Are you going to sleep? I’ve already packed everything.” Gu Yan pointed to the wardrobe and pulled out a robe.

Gu Yan opened her eyes slightly, recalling last night’s dream and blushing involuntarily—she never imagined she could be so lustful.

From the history of the Dongyi tribe, the major clans among the Dongyi had deep-seated hatred toward the Shang dynasty, especially Emperor Yi, father of Di Xin; they had fought numerous wars, all ending in Dongyi defeat.

“How about playing a game of chess with me here?” The Immortal King Hua Qianshi waved his hand, and a star-studded chessboard materialized in the void.

“The three of us will handle the Eight-Winged; Zhao Kui, Dan Yan, you lead a group against the Six-Winged,” said Sanqing.

Dongyi invasions aren’t anything new—they happen roughly every few years. This year seems a bit fiercer than usual, but nothing extraordinary; why is the king so angry?

“On my honor, I swear it!” Lin Hao straightened his posture as Ellis finally believed him, speaking with firm conviction.

“The two who kidnapped you are dead; as for the third, I don’t know—ask your bodyguard,” Zhao Qirui winked at Zhang Fan; Zhou Wanxin turned her gaze, puzzled.

Tong Guai’ai sighed bitterly—she should’ve gorged herself yesterday and not cared about her stomach.

This letter wasn’t addressed to his other two subordinates, but to his disciple, Yu Feng.

“Take these things and return to Lushen. I mean no harm—I simply want to help you,” Yu Feng sheathed his sword and pointed to the items lying on the ground beside Gu Xu.

Han Lingfeng was slightly startled by Gu Fan’s words; his hand, poised to strike, froze, and his mind cleared—heaven’s sake, a Star Jie cultivator trying to ambush a Star Hao warrior, with a genuine Star Zun expert standing right beside him? It would be strange if he succeeded.