Chapter 72: The Dread of Ignorance

“So, you’re a top student. In that case, Miss Su, why not take a look at this?” After a long silence, I slowly took out the brocade box and pushed it toward her.

“No need to look. This thing is extremely ominous. If not for this mirror, my daughter would never have suffered such a calamity.”

Su…

“You’re really something, aren’t you? Sitting in the same room with me and keeping this from me for so long. They say quiet people have their secrets, and you certainly live up to that. Honestly.” Feeling a bit disgruntled, Wang Manli spoke as she blew on the water in her cup.

At the mention of a curse, everyone present was startled. Ling Yun was taken aback as well and asked, “How would we test something like that?” Corgi’s suggestion seemed to have a certain experimental logic. Since scientific methods couldn’t solve their problem, their only option was to try some unconventional means. Curses—he never used to believe in them, but after all he’d experienced, what was there left to doubt?

As the capital of our great nation, the city of Jingdu boasted green belts and city planning that far surpassed other first-tier cities.

When Anqi woke, she found herself lying in bed with her mind blank. How had she ended up here?

“Mother, do you not know anyone in the capital? What about at Grandfather’s place?” Lin Qingyu tilted his head as he asked. Over the past few days, he’d learned of Lin Maoze’s family, yet he had never gone to meet them.

Shaking off that sense of living in another world, Ye Ke quietly circulated his inner energy. As expected, his strength was abundant and flowed smoothly—an unmatched and powerful force burned fiercely within him.

“Sister Ali, this is really delicious. You should try this one.” Ali was eating sweet and sour fish, and handed a piece to her with a look of pure satisfaction.

With a faint laugh, a handsome young man descended slowly from the sky—three bare feet, eyes blazing like fire, and wings sprouting from his ribs.

Noticing Chen Mo’s gaze fixed on him, Gu Chenfeng looked down at himself as well. Had he perhaps missed something in his appearance?

All around was chaos and noise, but between these two, there was only silence. The stark contrast made it seem as though this very earth had been cleaved into two entirely different worlds.

Just as Xuan Yuan Tianxin had said, though the Enchantress had summoned the beasts of the Far Northern Snowfields as her guardians, without a beast of a hundred thousand years to preside, no matter how many of the ten-thousand-year or thousand-year beasts she had, they could not withstand a single imperial-ranked expert dispatched by the Hall of No Form.

Shen Zhan’s heart tightened. She had actually addressed him as “Mr. Shen”—so distant, so formal. His gaze remained fixed on Lin Xinxin for a long time, reluctant to look away, yet his reason told him he must endure. Now was not the time.

Although Xu Bufan couldn’t claim his poisons could easily kill a powerhouse in the Yin Deficiency stage, injuring one was certainly within his abilities. Yet just then, Zhang Sanfeng suddenly coughed and spat a mouthful of blood.

Xu Yan’s face grew anxious. She realized that what infuriated Jiang Yuanzhou most was probably Ling Shiyin. At this moment, there were things she could no longer hide. Jiang Yuanzhou cut straight to the point—and if he was asking so directly, then he must already know a great deal.

“How could such a shoddy work ever catch His Majesty’s eye!” The First Lady of the Shen family ordered Pei Qin to paint another picture of the divine tortoise.

It’s much like those mainstream payment apps nowadays—enter a secret code, reduce a number, and just like that, the pain of losing money is dulled, or even nonexistent. People’s sense of wealth gradually narrows down to a single simple number.

The wedding Chen Zi’an had longed for ended in the most farcical of ways. It was as if he’d been woken from a beautiful dream before it could run its course.