Volume One, Chapter 19: Suisui Calls Xiannan’s Mom—The Whole Family Stunned Part 2

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But just then, footsteps approached not far away. I furrowed my brow slightly—could it be that someone else had discovered the Qianyan Tower? Of course, Yu Ying spoke up to stop me, truly for my own good, lest I actually kill Zheng Bao and completely offend Yin Jin. In fact, she secretly wished Zheng Bao dead, but as my eldest sister, she had to restrain me.

“Master, many powerful figures are rapidly approaching!” Suddenly, Allen received a warning from the undead servant through the spiritual realm.

“Alright! Let’s go!” Our group moved forward along the dark roadside. Flower Dance Street glanced back at me once, then turned at an intersection ahead and headed toward the First Brother KTV.

“The rear kitchen only prepares tea, coffee, snacks, and simple dishes. For full meals, you can either eat in the front hall or have them delivered from the main kitchen. If you need anything, please tell these two assistants—they will take care of it,” she instructed the assistants before turning to Yun Huawei.

“Enough of this. Let’s hurry to where we need to be. After all, this is the Forbidden Grounds of the Famous Sword Villa. If anything happens, there’s no escape,” Zhou said.

Chen Yu was anxious too, though this wasn’t his matter to worry about. Though he had abandoned business for politics, it didn’t mean he was completely detached from the commercial world. His entire fortune had been invested in business, and it had yet to turn a profit. Leaving a piece of land unused now made him anxious—it was simply wasting money.

“Thank you, Sister Ruan!” Li Qing was deeply grateful. After pretending to greet Zhuang Yao, he left first.

Qin Yang had no choice. Everyone else took one, but he did not. This stirred dissatisfaction among the crowd, so he accepted the pager, though he didn’t even unwrap it, simply placing it in the drawer of his office.

“Third brother has changed so much from before,” Ruan Shu’s words came somewhat unrelated.

The second news was that after repeatedly destroying seven Buddhist temples, Lu Renjie had finally angered the Buddhist immortals. Seven elder monks descended from Amitabha Temple, vowing to kill the executioner Lu Renjie to restore the dignity of Buddhism.

Jin Chongwu looked fully satisfied, though so tired he could barely lift his head. Yet his eyes strained to look toward Xuan Shaoning.

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Before leaving, he had promised Xin’er he would help her cultivate an immortal root. Since Jianye managed to crystallize one with his spiritual wine, Xin’er surely could as well—he just didn’t know when he could brew the spiritual wine again.

Now, Shen Wei didn’t even bother confessing, directly helping Wang Hao “hook up.” The outcome was obvious.

At that moment, Sword Eighteen was so frightened he lost his focus. By the time he recovered, He Yue had already exchanged blows with General Qiyang.

Now, with Li Qinglan’s question, she felt that the person she disliked was actually quite impressive—skilled in combat, knowledgeable in medicine, leading a catering team, and had carved out a place in Qingbei City with bare hands.

When the pit was dug to a hundred meters deep, Lu Yu and Nie Qizhan jumped down. Normally, at this depth, they would have reached an underground river, yet the place was remarkably dry with nothing at all.

Mo Lihong’s lingering obsession—his soul generated in the mortal realm, passing through the underworld after overcoming countless checkpoints—could not avoid places like Evil Dog Ridge and Golden Rooster Mountain. With the rise of mystical times, his demonic nature had developed, and along this journey, he faced unjust treatment.

When wealth disparity grows large, and money is nearly transparent, crime tends to arise. Thus, Jiang Ze’s actions received much praise.

Xiao Yihan finished speaking, staring at the unconscious Wu Jin Xuan for a moment, then glanced at the monitor readings before leaving the ward.

“What if you refuse to give me the antidote then?” Cheng Ta could see the hatred Yu Fei held for him and dared not trust her.

Simply standing there with arms crossed, silent, was enough to terrify her, leaving no room for flirtation or other thoughts.

Since they parted that day, Ye Zhengge had never been seen again. Perhaps the Jun Ce incident had dealt him a heavy blow.

Xiao Yihan found Xiao Ruitong on the third floor, who was dressed gaudily, excessively flashy.

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“Young master, we’ll get busy now!” The old butler snapped out of his daze and quickly ushered everyone out.

“Oh? Who angered our President Mu? Such a sour face,” Xiao Yihan sat up, supporting herself, smiling at Mu Yunyi.

Lu Ying followed, walking beside Cui Xun. Yet for some reason, he didn’t sense the humiliation and anger Cui Xun should have felt after being beaten. Instead, Cui Xun seemed rather indifferent.

Within that five to ten seconds, if someone launched an attack on you, you were nothing but a punching bag, meant to take the blows.

But she still dared not sleep, lying in bed wrapped in her clothes, eyes closed, ears straining to catch every slight sound in the room and around it.

Though the Yu Family Village occasionally offered him food, that coarse, throat-roughening stuff was inedible. After smelling it a couple of times, he lost interest. After all, as a ghost, he didn’t need to eat to survive. Now, all his cravings were stirred up by the rickshaw driver.

Gu Ange didn’t want to think about what happened last night, but her mind refused to obey and kept replaying that blushing, heart-racing scene.

Chu Nian felt her hands tremble slightly. She truly had no right to be here, and how could she bring Ye Nuanyang along?

Yu Silan was kissed so wildly that she could barely breathe, only hearing his heartbeat—steady, slow, powerful.