Chapter 108: Stirring Up Trouble

Madam Kang slowly uttered a sentence, holding a steaming cup of coffee in her hand, her entire demeanor relaxed and endearing.

“I’ve told you countless times, you can’t live here. Why do you refuse to believe me?”

Professor Kang forced the words out through clenched teeth, his tone filled with urgency.

Suddenly, Madam Kang lifted her head, and then...

Yun Yuruo, in silent agony, shook with fear. Her entire body grew cold, enveloped in a despair so profound it was heart-wrenching. Her eyes reddened involuntarily.

Xiao Changque frowned deeply, casting a sharp glare at the reckless maid in her bluish attire who had rushed in. Yet, to his surprise, her features felt strangely familiar.

Such favor had never been bestowed before. Ruxin glanced sideways and caught several maids tidying up with unmistakable expressions of astonishment and envy.

“Well, you’re really kind to me, willing to cover my face with gold,” Qingrang said stiffly, refraining from laughter.

Li Junxiu struck directly to the point: the professor’s stroke was not due to a sleepless night, but because the situation had become critical.

Qingrang repeatedly confirmed with Jin Niang. Seeing Qiuziliu’s unusual reaction, she and Jin Niang followed him for a long time until they reached a curve by a cerulean pond. There, she saw his shoulders tremble with faint sobs before the water splashed wildly.

When Suyan mentioned it was the son of Magistrate Liao’s family, Song Ruyu blinked, turned away, and resumed eating.

Yet, the moment had come; there was no turning back. The deadly duel between Qiu Bisi and Li Jiaohé had stripped away every sound and image except the other’s every move and their own instinctive will to fight.

“We’re not doing anything else, just talking—about the life-saving grace, about your sister being her sister…” Yu Zichen dusted off Yun Ze’s clothes, while Hua Shuo nodded repeatedly in agreement.

His Heavenly Thunder armor, Heavenly Thunder golden body, and even the Heavenly Thunder furnace cauldron were mere superficial aspects; he had not yet grasped their true essence.

Countless media outlets, like ravenous wolves discovering a feast, spared no effort to sensationalize the matter without verifying its truth. Even when some official departments warned it might be fake news, they ignored it entirely. After all, the story had already taken on a life of its own; what harm was there if it was false?

Only Beiming Zhuo was unaware if his misfortune was mere coincidence or the deliberate timing of the Celestial Lord Star. Though seemingly irregular, Beiming Zhuo did not believe it unrelated to the star’s machinations.

Chen Zhaojun had no idea that while he was indulging in his revelry and satisfying his desire to perform, his dear elder brother had already betrayed him for the coming years.

And those surrounded by them, no matter how strongly they protested, would be relentlessly pursued and shadowed. Some even followed from afar, embodying the spirit of dogged persistence.

“Deadpool, I thought we were allies. Why did you attack me?” Dr. Destruction asked.

Seeing how easily the warriors of Huaxia were suppressed, Yan Huang’s mind began to strategize.

If a confrontation was necessary, it had to take place at the city’s designated arena. In Yucheng, there were three such venues. One was directly overseen by Liu Xingyan, the highest-ranking official, hosting annual competitions and recruitment trials for the regular army.

A hundred or eighty years spent in secluded cultivation was commonplace; all cultivators were accustomed to such spans, unfeeling to the passage of millennia.

Packed side by side like sardines in a can, they poured from the sky, blocking the sunlight entirely, dimming the day.

At this moment, Lu Miaozhi could no longer contain himself and spat out a mouthful of old blood. He was no match for Empress Dowager Zhu Yuyan now; he had already been fighting for his life moments before.