Chapter Twenty-Six: A Rather Ordinary Experience

Seeing that all the soldiers had been sent away, I also departed. There was no point in staying here any longer; I would simply wait for the outcome in two days' time.

Zhang Zhen hung up the phone, and Fan Yanyan set hers down as well. She collapsed onto the sofa, her mind feeling overwhelmed.

During this trip, not only had she failed to rescue Leng Junye, but she had also caused him to be swallowed by the laws of heaven and earth, and even dragged her own contract beasts into suffering along with her. She felt that the idiom "to lose the bait and the fish" was tailor-made for her situation.

Walking over to Li Yan, I picked her up and headed upstairs. It wouldn't do to let her sleep here; even if she wouldn't catch a cold, it still wasn't the right thing to do.

Chu Xi stopped speaking as well. He watched her for a moment before rising to leave; there was still food in the kitchen, so he would set the table before calling the others.

Once one person spoke up, the others naturally were not content to fall behind. Once greed took root, few were able to restrain themselves.

"Thank you!" Tang Lili expressed her gratitude and immediately rushed out of the building, hailed a taxi, and headed straight for the main thoroughfare.

This was no exaggeration; it was the plain truth. Aside from experience points, even spirit stones could not help her break through.

The door was not locked, yet Xuanyuan Yeyan found herself unable to push it open. Even after she summoned all the magical beasts from her space and combined the strength of all the figures in black cloaks, they were unable to budge the door in the slightest.

"Ranran, what... what is wrong with you?" Yang Fan felt a subtle unease in his heart. Perhaps he could guess the reason for Bai Ranran’s distance, but until he heard it from her own lips, he remained unwilling to accept it. Yet now, facing her directly, he was secretly afraid to confront the reality.

Zhao Long bade farewell to Fang Hui and turned to leave. Just as Zhao Long departed, a man in black emerged from the room, missing his left arm and sporting a tattoo of a blood-red butterfly on his neck.

He had naturally heard of this Dongfang Muyu, known as a business genius. Having taken a few million from the family, the market value of her company had reached over five billion in just six years.

"Hello, my name is Xiao Yiran, and I am a friend of Ranran." Xiao Yiran smiled warmly and extended his right hand to Ye Junru.

Dugu Ming’s face was deathly pale, his body trembling incessantly. His voice sounded weak and filled with terror.

The strength of Nicholas, a one-star swordsman, was not to be trifled with. If he did not turn and run, he would certainly be killed in an instant if they were to clash.

Leave? Zhuo Yan had actually told the three of them to leave, but the trio, consumed by curiosity and having already entered, showed no reaction.

"Thank you, elder." Wu Ziyu took out all the cash in his pocket, but just as he was about to press it into the old man's hand, he discovered the stall was empty, leaving behind only a sign that read: "Ghost Valley Lineage, Fortune Telling and Fate Interpretation."

"I think so too, but even the King of Heaven himself cannot touch my brother," Zhao Long said indifferently. In Zhao Long’s heart, it made no difference who touched his brother—there was only one word for it: "Fight."

Ziwu rose and went to lie down on the bed, and Zhijian lay down beside him, fully clothed. The two whispered to each other, their fingers intertwined in a display of great intimacy.

Chu Yanqing’s gaze swept over the bustling entrance, only to see a familiar figure hurrying inside.

"No matter the effectiveness, we must at least try." My eyes also fell upon the two Jade Dew Pills, and I hesitated. Should I eat mine? Should I keep them both? Seeing how seriously Shen Qi was injured, what if one pill wasn't enough?

Mu Yunqing narrowed her eyes, her fists clenched so tightly they creaked, yet she could do nothing to vent her frustration.

Thus, throughout the journey, Lei Yu kept in contact with Lu Ming'er through a voice transmission, arranging everything and repeatedly promising... that she would take good care of Ye Fenglin, imploring Lu Ming'er to rest easy and only scold Ye Fenglin a little.

He had come to this purple bamboo forest just to see when, if ever, he would remember him, and remember the forest they had planted together.

The Dong'e lady’s face turned the color of a bruised eggplant with rage. Qingyan’s words had clearly implied that she was washing dirty linen in public; among their sisters-in-law, no one else would be so indiscreet.

"What?!" Yin widened his eyes, staring at Yin Si in front of him. Had he lost his mind? To agree just like that?

Shangguan Yunling shook his head at the sight and rose to take the contract with the still-wet ink from my hand. He lightly waved his left hand over it twice, and a miraculous phenomenon occurred: the three characters "Chu Tiansheng" in fresh ink dried as if by the wind.

Below, every member of the audience either looked down or stared at the sky; they had heard nothing at all.

Ten massive black vortices hung in the firmament, each shooting a gigantic beam of black light toward the nine Buddha manifestations and the Nine Buddha Pagoda itself.

Chen Tian had been content with his cultivation these past few days, occasionally checking on the white orb at the center of his brow. The black brick had fallen into a deep slumber and had yet to wake.

After the Chu family banquet at the Xie residence, Xie Zhengze ordered his men to follow the Noble Consort's wishes and no longer treat Mistress Jiang as a servant. From this day forward, she was a guest of the Xie family, staying in the residence.

The rebels of the White Lotus Society, who had been following him, drove the family members of the Huang clan out one after another. They were lined up on the steps, with the Huang family kneeling in front, long blades held to their necks.

Regrettably, no sooner had she climbed the stairs, panting for breath, than Feiyi kicked her back down, instantly extinguishing her aggressive momentum.

After Yang Jinxin finished speaking, she turned to walk back. Huo Donglai looked at her in disbelief, his face pale, and he reached out late to grab her, but she had already turned away, not even a sleeve hem remaining in his grasp.

The two chatted idly, their initial awkwardness dissolving into a familiarity akin to the reunion of old friends. Dai Zhang stood to the side, trying several times to interject, but unable to find an opening.

Especially for those unaware of the truth, seeing the Third Prince—the most competitive candidate for the throne—suddenly die, and in a brothel at that, completely disgraced, they began to favor Jing Cheng’s chances of inheriting the throne even more.

She rushed excitedly to the door, only to suddenly remember she was grounded, and turned back to look at Qin Muyang with a pout.