063. Blown Out of Proportion

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Zhou Meiling was utterly stunned.
She stared blankly at Lin Mi, whose young and resolute face was like a ray of light piercing her dark and hopeless world.
She had never considered that there might be another way to fight back besides death.
Lin Mi’s words were like a key, quietly unlocking the long-sealed box deep within her heart, a box named “hope.”
Yes, she had almost forgotten her former self—
According to folk legends, Pangu was born within a sphere of darkness. Unable to bear the confinement, he used his divine axe to break open the space imprisoning him. The pure air floated upward to become the sky, while the murky air sank and formed the earth.
Without waiting for a response, he stepped inside. A seductive beauty in a cheongsam swayed her waist to greet him, making Gao Peng’s eyes immediately light up.
The alley at night was shrouded in darkness, but I couldn’t help stealing a few more glances at the alley and the city itself.
“Honorary advisor? What does that mean? What exactly does your company do?” Li Tao pressed on with his questions.
Suddenly, the sound of slippers tapping on the floor was heard, and the bathroom door was pulled open. Lin Siyu appeared, dressed in a vibrant red nightgown.
At that moment, a Porsche sports car abruptly stopped at the entrance. From it stepped a handsome man in an English-style suit, his physique flawless, demeanor steady, exuding the air of a successful person.
The Yuan family was a commercial clan in the capital—not as powerful as the Tang family, a super clan, but their wealth was considerable.
“What? How… how did he die?” Xiao Wei’s expression changed dramatically, becoming agitated. The towel wrapped around her body nearly slipped off, and she seemed unsteady on her feet.
As I entered the familiar village gate, memories inevitably surfaced. Of course, these memories were not pleasant, but filled with embarrassment and fear.
“You can already wear the bronze ring, which proves you’re fully qualified to join the Tianzheng Sect. With your talent and cultivation, perhaps you’ll become a disciple of one of the nine elders or even one of the three sect masters,” Zhou Junfu continued to persuade me.
No one truly knew Zeng Tiansu’s cultivation, but his appearance was terrifying—the entire left side of his face was that of an old man near the end of his days.
“But Heart Brother, why do you want to walk with me?” Xian’er asked in confusion, her innocent demeanor making her appear quite adorable.
If there were immortal artifacts in this world, they would be invincible. Whoever was acknowledged by such an artifact could not be harmed, not even by an atomic bomb.
I changed into a long dress and put on the new red high heels I’d bought with Tong’er while shopping. I used the hair dryer to blow my hair into stylish, pretty curls. My complexion was poor, so I applied some light makeup—so much so that I fell in love with the reflection in the mirror.
“Hey, don’t mention it. If my luck hadn’t held last week, I nearly didn’t make it back.” Old Zhao said, clearly still shaken by the experience.
Her husband beside her had a big belly and wore gold-rimmed glasses, looking every bit the plump businessman. His scheming face betrayed neither joy nor anger, making it impossible to discern what he was truly thinking.
Long Luo asked, “Is there any news of the Shadow Sovereign?” Xue Qingru shook her head and replied, “Not a single word. She’s extraordinarily powerful and has mastered the primordial force. Even a peak Sovereign cannot trace her whereabouts. These days, it’s as if she’s vanished from the world of cultivation.”
Lin Huizhen immediately recognized it. The unique scars were marks left by electric batons! The First People’s Hospital had previously treated patients with such injuries—most had come from prison. These scars were common among those who refused to obey the guards, all troublemakers.