Chapter Ninety-Four: Good Fortune

By the river, beneath the shade of the trees, Wang Heng ordered a raised platform to be built. It measured roughly sixty feet on each side and was reached by seven or eight steps. Carpets were spread across it, banquet tables set in place, a folding screen arranged at the seat of honor, a canopy standing overhead, and curtains hung around the perimeter. Servants and maids moved busily about on every side.

Wang Heng sat cross-legged in the chief seat, with a support table beside him for leaning. Wang Mian sat below him, keeping watch over a fire that burned fiercely. So far, Bai Yanyan still could not understand why Ye Luo liked Chu Ran, a man whose only advantage seemed to be his looks. Beyond that, there was nothing about him that looked particularly admirable.

Luo Chu showed no reaction. Only an impatient frown crossed his brow as he muttered, “Ling Ling, what on earth are you going crazy about so early in the morning?” His voice was far too loud.

While the two colleagues were looking for the missing person, they took the opportunity to ask coworkers at the head office about Xiao Rong’s character.

The black iron fan, deprived of spiritual power, halted three yards in front of Xu Tian.

The drivers of the smuggling vehicles all raised their hands at the sight, pushed open their doors, stepped down slowly, and then crouched with their heads in their hands.

Neither side yielded. Their auras were sharp and cold, and the air around them seemed frozen solid with a bone-deep chill; when their eyes met, it was as though sparks were crashing together.

“Do you think it isn’t a little late to bring this up now?” Yun Ying said coldly, his gaze fixed on the richly dressed man as his hands continued without pause, hammering at the golden protective light around him, which was already covered in cracks.

Since Song Shuang now knew that Li Wenxin had been instructed by someone, then finding him without immediately driving him into a desperate corner must mean that he still wanted to pry something from him.

He frowned and, enduring the pain in his body, raised a hand to point at his throat, then at his mouth.

The hulking brute on the ground could no longer pose any threat to Chang Le, and with several consecutive slashes, one arm after another, his right arm—obviously thicker and even sturdier than his left—was cut away.

Wei Feiyang and Wu Liefeng remained silent. From Jia Dazhuang’s heart, they could both see that resolve, and that madness.

If Nan Gongye decided to execute Nan Gongyi at noon tomorrow, they would have no time at all to bring in reinforcements. But if he could change his mind and postpone the execution, then everything would still be possible.

At the midday family banquet, the emperor did not appear. However, from Feng Xuanyi’s tone, it seemed he was deliberately avoiding the empress. Luo Qian’er wondered if this emperor, like their son, had also been tormented by the empress.

Yuan Ji could not make sense of it, nor did she want to. A stray little girl who had nothing to do with her—what did any expression of hers matter? For irrelevant people, Yuan Ji would ignore them completely.

So-called ten-incense-pole punishment meant standing like a post through ten sticks of incense. One stick of incense was nearly a quarter of an hour, so ten sticks meant nearly an entire hour. It was tormenting indeed.

Wang Qiang’s body drifted forward like foam before Jia Dazhuang’s blue mech, and then he lifted a hand and knocked on the cockpit.

This manual contained only the beginner’s method for Wing Chun. It had come from Princess Xuan to Mu Chen, and he had copied it himself, even adding his own insights.

“It’s beautiful! But it doesn’t suit me.” His tone was still distant and cold, yet it was no longer the hurtful line he had been about to say a moment ago.

Dongxue helped Tang Lingshuang onto the horse first, since the carriage had already been blown apart, while Baili Lan and Xia Yu seized Cuo Yichen’s Blood-Sweat Horse and leaped onto it. Then Baili Lan did not even glance at Cuo Yichen before riding off into the distance with her maidservants.

Meanwhile, the three clashing forces within him had also largely subsided. At this rate, he would need only a little over ten days to fully recover his cultivation.

After being shouted at by Ouyang Yang, Ouyang Qing first froze, then came to himself, nodded, and instantly increased his speed to the limit, darting toward the three inherited treasures.

On the horizon, which had been empty just moments before, now appeared several things. It was as if flames had been ignited upon the sea, stretching all the way to the heavens, setting both sky and water ablaze.

Especially last time, in the battle against the Six Paths of Pain, the Nine-Tails had finally managed to tempt Naruto into erupting with eight tails. If just one more had emerged, the Nine-Tails would truly have been freed.

Su Nan watched the somewhat dispirited expression on his disciple’s face as he left, and a faint curve lifted at the corner of his mouth.

Liu Mang took the bag, thought it over, and realized there was indeed nothing else to buy, so he carried it toward the shop.

In the original story, Tsunade could be sliced cleanly in half at the waist by Uchiha Madara and still regenerate, joining herself back together. Though the recovery was slower, she could indeed attain a state close to immortality.

For a moment, the whole venue erupted in uproar. The alchemist prodigies Dan Chen, Cao Ying, Bai Zihua, Song Qing, and Cao Dan all turned to look at Xiao Yan.

The instant he threw out the qi-gathering blast, Tianman activated his mind armor and retreated madly. By the time the blast exploded, he was already a thousand meters away.

This fire escape stairwell was the stadium’s emergency exit. The two janitors who had appeared backstage had come in through here.

The man with the rooster comb haircut did not answer the question from the man in the black suit, Hedian, directly. Instead, he said something only loosely related to the previous topic.

Bai Yiran could not help thinking of her own solo match. Wei Qing had been the same, knowing full well that she liked playing in the container area yet still catering to her preference.

I was afraid Uncle Chang, hearing the old fox’s words, would believe him, so I hurried forward. Who would have thought Uncle Chang’s expression would suddenly change? He unexpectedly pulled a talisman from his pocket and slapped it straight onto my forehead. I could only laugh in spite of myself.

Qiu Miaoxue seemed to sense something. She stopped speaking, turned her head, and looked over toward Qin Xin.

With the Crown Prince’s intelligence, he would never have guessed it. Not even the Empress would have guessed that the two of them would lay everything bare like this, much less that Prince Xuan would expose his ambition before Prince Ling.

Qin Xin smiled faintly and no longer argued with her. Instead, he sent his divine sense into the pale yellow jade slip and studied it carefully.

Although Dongzi coveted those cauldrons, he remembered what had been said earlier and did not touch them. All of us were staring ahead, just about to step inside, when a familiar voice reached us. Instantly, both Liu Chuan and I turned dark-faced.

At the same time as he resisted, I knew I could not hold him down, so I gave up. As he rose, I did not forget to land another punch on him.

Still, Bai Quan’s strength was enough to go head-to-head with a human Heavenly Emperor at the early stage. He ought to possess the capital to withstand the Nine Heavens Profound Thunder.

The Fifth Sister and the others were about to leave, and as their master, of course he had to see them off. Blackie and the others had only been at the Spring Sea Grand Hotel for a short while when the Fifth Sister’s master also arrived.

Hearing Li Tian’s words, Su Tianyu blushed crimson and stared at him, at a loss for what to say. Seeing that Li Tian had already gotten out of the car, Su Tianyu hurriedly followed him.

Fang Chen nodded in confusion. For some reason, Gong Biao’s words kept echoing in his ears, and he let out a thoughtful sigh.

“Even the loveliest, most radiant flowers, before my Red Sleeve, would only feel ashamed and lose their brilliance. How could that not be pitiable?” Huang Yan gazed tenderly at Red Sleeve.