Chapter 32: Second Cousin, We Are Not Meant for Each Other

With that single slap, Cuiyan lost all her former arrogance and could only cover her face, sobbing uncontrollably.

Shen Zhining slowly curved her lips. “Is there anyone else who refuses to accept this?”

Although Cuiyan had brought several maids and older servants with her to bolster her prestige, the moment trouble arose, every one of them turned into a paper tiger, hiding behind her without daring to utter a word.

The Second Young Lady had only told them to humble the cousin’s pride. She had never ordered them to lay a hand on her.

Besides, this cousin’s—

The grass spread across the ground, the fragrance of wildflowers filled the air, and nameless flying insects darted playfully among them. Lin Zangtian walked to the bank and slowly sat down, gazing at the familiar-looking place with a sigh of emotion.

He then took out a great many jade slips containing cultivation techniques and piled them all in his arms. When he could carry no more, he headed straight for the long table beside the stairway.

Even with ample preparation, even with cotton stuffed into their ears and their hands clamped over them, many people still temporarily lost their hearing amid the roar of the ten cannons. Blood flowed from the ears of some. The tremendous noise ruptured their eardrums and inflicted severe injuries upon them.

Everyone looked toward Wu Chunlai, only to find him wearing a gloomy expression and staring blankly into space, as though he had not heard a word Guo Xu had said.

Apparently not. Mounts were generally violent by nature, with explosive tempers. Gentle mounts were almost always creatures with white feathers, such as white cranes and white-winged horses.

But the Nameless One was different now. After reaching the peak of the Saint Realm, his strength had advanced by leaps and bounds, far surpassing what it had once been.

Wanyan Aguda froze for a moment and turned his head. He saw that a battering ram had already reached the drawbridge, while more than a dozen armored soldiers carrying enormous shields frantically pushed it across. Three more battering rams followed close behind.

Or was it the sudden, malicious impulse that had seized her after their first meeting? For mutual cannibalism? A ghoul gourmet?

On the second day of the eighth month, Lin Jue stopped by the government office. Tian Muyuan was on duty that afternoon, so Lin Jue returned home at noon. After lunch, Lin Jue, Guo Caiwei, and Lü Wu, together with Bai Bing and Qianqian, the two young women staying at the residence, boarded a carriage for the South City Grand Theater.

After silently racking his brains for some time, Xu Liang withdrew his gaze from the window and took a deep breath before bending down to pick up the shards of the coffee cup he had accidentally dropped.

“But, Big Sister, in the end, is it or isn’t it?” It was the sister who had joined the group last speaking. All the others wore solemn expressions. The remaining thirty-odd sisters belonged to Ying Si, and they likewise knew about the relationship between Ying Si and He Moli.

“Then, Senior Sister, what do you think we should do? Find a sacred mountain and establish a cave abode there for cultivation?” Yan Luoniang asked.

There were only those few words before the call ended. Zheng Ji gazed thoughtfully at his phone. He had never expected his first mission to begin under such circumstances—nor did he even know what it was.

Long Tianwei frowned. Though the fragrance of the wine seemed rich and mellow, it was excessively strong. It was like an expensive perfume: a light sprinkling on the body could inspire reverie and lend an air of elegance and refinement, but emptying an entire bottle over oneself would only make the smell pungent and nauseating, vulgarizing the whole effect.

In that split second, the Battle Lord expert even made a self-deprecating joke in his own mind.

After turning the matter over and over without reaching any conclusion, Zhan Tian shook his head. Forget it. This troublesome question could be left for the madman to ponder.

After Liu Tian completely absorbed the fluorescent radiance, his bones and flesh grew tremendously stronger. He began to slowly open his eyes, but even after his physical strength had been enhanced, he did not continue any further.

With high-ranking members such as Ying Si and Cheng Yi contributing so selflessly to the group, everyone acknowledged that the leaders of the mercenary corps held a status much like that of parents.

As Su Zimo and the others walked along, a song both familiar and strange drifted faintly into their ears.