Chapter Seventy-Four: The Drunken Sister

Since the day she tried to perish with him, this was the first time in over half a year that he had seen her.

The fact that Hamisu managed to claim victory spoke volumes—it was clear that the majority within the Indonesian military now supported him.

At this point, everyone could only hope for the best possible outcome. Yet, Gongsun Xin’s strange demeanor made them feel as though some conspiracy was looming ever closer. Everything in the past seemed laced with oddities. After all, their escape back then had been almost suspiciously easy.

Hua Xingcan replied, “The one from junior high, the all-around champion…” She had wanted to say “that simpleton from junior high,” but realized it wasn’t fitting in this setting. With quick thinking, she bestowed upon Zhang Jiaze the title of “all-around champion.”

The Crown Prince Huang hesitated, then swallowed his words. He had wanted to say that above them was the atmosphere, and beyond that was outer space—there were no angels up there.

Wang Du was a man completely lacking in refinement. His father, Wang Quan, was the mayor of Mingyue Town, and by relying on his father’s power, he could command the wind and rain as he pleased in the area. How could he possibly endure such humiliation today, especially in front of his own subordinates?

Chen Che picked up the jade, drew out the blood-colored spiritual energy within it, and then handed the jade to Xu Chang’an.

If it were a Friday or Saturday, it wouldn’t matter; but tomorrow, people had work and school. Staying up too late would certainly affect everyone’s energy for the next day.

As for this request, though Captain Song was a bit surprised, he raised no objections. He understood that some highly skilled tomb-raiders could indeed sense dangers inside burial chambers through feng shui, and Wang Mazi was undoubtedly such a man.

Dan Mingxu submitted the application, but the process was far from easy—the entire approval took nearly three months.

“What’s going on? How could his name just be erased from the family record?” Hua Yaozong’s voice trembled, perhaps without him even realizing it. He simply could not believe his father could be so heartless—after driving his mother to her death, he had now excluded him from the Hua family as well.

Had she known, she would never have tried to compete in terms of presence; she should have just settled things with a single blow. Xiaoyao Qing bitterly regretted her choices, but it was too late for remorse. Now, as she gazed at the nonchalant, malicious face so close before her, fear welled up inexorably in her heart.

She blamed him for dragging Tao Wanbai into a relationship doomed to ruin, blamed him for not trusting Tao Wanbai at the crucial moment, blamed him for his weakness—in the end, he had listened to Jin Zhentao and married someone else.

The singer’s voice was rough—it must have been a man—yet the song carried a certain weary charm. Along with the singing, there was the soft shuffling of footsteps.

This time, Bai Ye held the upper hand, but both were badly wounded, coughing blood. The fight was so evenly matched that mutual destruction seemed likely.

Yan Wushuang gave a low chuckle, gently tapping the wrist of Princess Changle, caressing her jade-like, delicate hand.

For the next few days, Zhao Qingran was kept locked in her room, living much as she had before—eating, sleeping—except Ji Weiyan never once entered the room again.

Yunshan melded seamlessly into the mountainside, indistinguishable from the surrounding rocks, so no one noticed him. Simply put, as long as there was a mountain nearby, no one in the world could discover Yunshan if he wished to hide.

When Aunt Feng brought the food to Jin Lüfeng’s bedroom, he was lying on the bed, fully clothed and still wearing his shoes, eyes closed as if asleep.

No matter how unwilling or capable a scion of a noble house might be, in the end, when facing two opponents at once, he could only be utterly defeated.

So, relying on the terrain or other conditions to kill an aristocratic heiress—Xi Luo had not even the slightest advantage.

Later, the imperial dynasty was abolished and replaced by a clan system. Yet, in the northeast, they still held sway like emperors, their position unshakable.

The assassin happened to be present in the livestream room. From the screenshots, it was clear he was at the five o’clock position relative to the noble scion.

With her temperament, she would never be content with a mere concubine’s status; sooner or later, she would stir up the entire harem.

Qin Feng had seen this man before on the Demonic Spirit Continent. Now the man showed his true face, but could not recognize Qin Feng in return.

He was smiling. Xue Ping pointed out the meaning behind his smile. Even though Gao Yucheng didn’t know the specific reason, he could still understand.

Qin Feng glanced over, commanding his beasts to merge as they charged at the Taowu, fusing together mid-attack and reaching the level of immortal beasts.

Phinosque closed his eyes, and the energy around him suddenly became active, then was sucked into his body as though by a black hole.

Liu Feng hung his head low, clearly in a terrible state of mind—being toyed with by two juniors and utterly helpless. At this moment, he probably even wished for death.

Mo Yiyue cast a glance around—the hall was filled with musicians playing silk and bamboo instruments, including both members of the Dynasty and the Tiger Clan. He couldn’t help but think to himself: it seems Chief Xiaotian of the Tiger Clan has a true fondness for music, otherwise he wouldn’t have invited so many court musicians.

A high-powered motorcycle sped past him, then stopped directly ahead.

After that, I stayed with him in the Immortal Forest, feeling guilty all the while. He mostly kept his eyes closed in meditation, occasionally coughing up blood, and I refrained from leaving, hoping to wait until he felt better before going.

At last, I saw ahead of me a patch of impenetrable darkness, like the ink expelled by a cuttlefish, obscuring the stairs below. It seemed I would have to cross this darkness to reach the next dream.

The darkness receded, light descended, and the radiant beams pierced the clouds atop the mountain. The black dragonling circled in flight around the tall figure, shrieking incessantly.

Though somewhat anxious, after repeated assurances from the former pirate-ship chef at his side—and even a secret experiment on an unlucky victim—Scarfeld managed to steady his nerves.

After hearing all this, Chang Yi fell silent for a moment, veins bulging at his temples as he clenched his teeth and gripped his phone with white knuckles.

I wiped away my tears and followed the principal back. I felt that once I got the courage, things became easier. In the past, I never dared do anything, never dared to resist, enduring everything in silence—step by step, I had driven myself to despair.