Chapter 314: 067 Knowing the Why

On the second day of August, the Baixiaosheng roadshow team boarded a flight to New York.

The flight from Shencheng to New York takes fourteen hours; this was Yu Xing’s first time on such a long flight, and he couldn’t help feeling nervous.

Xiong Xiaoge, wanting to use this opportunity to discuss electric vehicle positioning issues, had flown to the U.S. ahead of schedule with them; seeing Yu Zong restless, he comforted him: “Yu Zong, the roadshow isn’t a big deal—you don’t need to be nervous.”

Yu Xing took a deep breath.

It wasn’t Wei Simeng who forbade Diaochan from accompanying Liu Yi—it was Diaochan herself, seeing Wei Simeng pregnant, who stubbornly insisted on staying by her side.

These shoes were unusual and beautiful, with a strikingly vibrant netting of pale pink; Li Li flipped them over but found no tag or brand.

Jiang Hua didn’t rush to assign Lin Qiuyue a job; he understood clearly what his current status meant—people at this level always danced around every word and action like playing taiji.

From his current state, it was obvious how much blood he had sacrificed, how many lives he had taken.

Remember this: we are cultivators; once we walk this path, solitude is our fate. You may meet a companion along the way, but in the end, only you remain.

Human abilities are interlinked and mutually influential; his brain’s reaction speed, logical capacity, and more had undergone tremendous leaps.

These words made Su Nian wary; she stepped forward to press for answers, but a strange feeling surged in her chest—she reached out and grabbed Huang’s wife’s wrist.

The first nine celebrities, already grouped, stared expectantly at Zhang Ziyi; Zhang Ziyi’s hand had already reached into the draw box, and the nine watched with tense expressions, murmuring anxiously in their minds.

Seeing Zhao Feng’s sneer, Xiao Ziqiang, Xiao Zhaozhi, Wu Zhengqing, Yi Qianbai, and Cheng Ba all sank into deep despair.

The young rider was imposing in appearance, radiating authority; he carried a stiff bow, a quiver slung across his saddle, and a long spear hanging from the pommel—clearly a warrior skilled in archery and horsemanship.

Bai Yiyao fondly stroked the black cat, but noticed half the fish can remained uneaten on the floor.

Li Mobai, the mastermind behind “SimCity,” returned to his room once more; previously, when playing simulation construction games, he could build a skyscraper in minutes with enough resources—but now everything required workers to lay brick by brick, stone by stone; it was excruciating.

Yi knew no words would help—he had to do it himself—so he silently piloted the spirit boat and draped the tiger hide he’d made during his boredom over Yunqing.

“You’re already outside this early?” Yue Xia Zhi asked, surprised, looking at Bai Gu.

Then Zhao Qi picked me up and ran off; the ambulance that arrived moments later also loaded He Yiyang onto it.

Mu Jingzhu’s mood lifted as if the sunset had just arrived; he patted Qu Youying’s head, straightened up, and pulled her along in a grand, swaggering walk toward the Zhao residence.

He stopped there, because if anyone deserved retribution, he too had been involved—and thus bore unavoidable responsibility.

Back home, after showering and lying in bed, I recalled Zhao Qi’s words to He Yiyang. Zhao Qi had visited He Yiyang before—what had he said to him? Suddenly it clicked: He Yiyang’s sudden coldness toward me—could it have something to do with Zhao Qi?

Xerxes stared at the arrow on his throne; for the first time, he felt fear. Though he was on the brink of explosion, his terror kept him from ordering the two killed—his rage drove the crowd to carry his gilded throne back to camp.

“Think about it—I’ve been here over a week, yet you only just noticed me. If I were any other spirit, chaos would’ve broken out by now,” Tian Yueyue said, raising an eyebrow.

Xiao Qing had already decided her course of action in Western Chu on the way; she would become the Crown Prince’s greatest asset—publicly and secretly, she would make herself the Regent’s most unbearable headache.

He knew his best chance now was to hide—absolutely must not be found, or no one could save him.

Amo stared for a long while but saw no trace of the mark Lu Jinhuan described; he asked skeptically.

After Jiang Shan gave a vague location, Feng Han started the engine and drove toward the teahouse.

At this impasse, a mysterious research team independent of all nations discovered the true nature of the new world; with full support from every nation, they invented the “Rebirth System” and enveloped the new world’s dimension in it, digitizing it.

After a brief chat with Mo Jinseng, Qin Yan’s mood brightened considerably; she hung up and walked in to find three gossiping faces waiting for her.

Assassins in this sector all wore hooded cloaks; unlike other areas, this one was unnervingly quiet.

"With you, I’m not even afraid of death—how could I fear danger?" Hu Lie Na’s gaze was ironclad and unwavering; Ling Bai instantly lost all will to persuade.

Qin Yan felt guilty—if not for her, how many times would Mo Jinseng have faced such troubles? Perhaps without her, his life would’ve been better, smoother.

Ling Bai was trained as a Soul Hunter, regularly entering the Soul Hunter Forest; having one or two senior Soul Hunters as mentors was perfectly normal.

Mo Wushuang’s arrival made the already tense atmosphere even more strained; Mo Nianhua quickly invented an excuse and took Mo Wushuang away from the graveyard; in that instant, Mo Wushuang caught sight of a delicate, elegant face on the tombstone—it felt familiar.

The car sped forward under the driver’s control; from the rearview mirror, Mo Wushuang watched her home recede farther and farther—her mood sank. Mo Wushuang, why must you leave? Mo Wushuang, why can’t you just explain this to your father? Mo Wushuang, why can’t you accept Han Mingchao?

In the rest room of Long Ying’s headquarters, the three Elders frequently gathered here, all consumed with worry over the Empress’s safety—as if their sole purpose in clinging to life was to await news of her.

The excitement radiating from her beautiful face was beyond words; to Wu Xuan, it stirred another wave of longing—he knew his pure male body could not last much longer; he had planned to preserve his purity until the dawn of the next century, but now that seemed hopeless.