081. Framed

“This time, we must bring down the Gu family!”
Li Deming’s eyes glinted with a cold, sinister light. As soon as Gu Tianyu fell, the Gu family’s protective umbrella would vanish, and then, the Li family would finally have their chance to rise to power.
The trap they had set was meticulously crafted, each link flawlessly connected, almost impossible to escape.
Their plan was launched swiftly, not only because of their ambition, but because the timing was perfect.
The Gu Group had just collaborated with Starsearch Investment and Asia Creation Universe—
Yet, the injuries on the bodies of the deceased, with obvious handprints and burn marks, clearly pointed to the damage caused by the Celestial Star Technique.
Returning home was a reunion filled with tears. The night at Evermount was supposed to be tranquil, but instead, it had become bustling and lively.
Now, he too had a child, and could look forward to being a father, just as competent as Su Yuche.
Zhou Fangjiao, laughing, gently pushed Zhang Yang aside, stood up, smoothed her clothes, and went to the wardrobe to help him select something suitable for an evening at the leader’s home.
Wet wood is nearly impossible to ignite, as the friction couldn’t possibly reach the ignition point of damp grass.
After Zhao Tiezhu finished speaking, he wore a self-satisfied smile, gently patted Li Ming’s shoulder, and said—

They arrived at a building at the easternmost edge, surrounded by a tall wire fence, and parked, shutting off the engine.
Taking advantage of the late hour, when the great bear was surely still asleep, I climbed down, found a piece of tree trunk, and shaved it flat to use as a wooden shovel.
The Pangu Axe, embedded in the shoulder, swung fiercely around, separating the two tightly entwined bodies.
A surge of spiritual energy flowed from one body into the long sword, and the blue light within the blade pulsed like a beating heart.
Yet he wasn’t sure when he would accumulate enough to withstand another lightning strike. He even suspected the previous strikes he had endured were the result of earlier accumulations.
Wu Liang’s face, once shaded with a sly smile, now bloomed with radiant cheerfulness.
Lu Chen’s true face was revealed, no longer disguised as a blade-wielder, his entire temperament transformed, so naturally he went unrecognized.
Though he had doubted from the start, Chen Tian was now certain—this old man before him was hiding unfathomable depths; his cultivation might far surpass that of ordinary Sea-Coagulation realm practitioners.
Zhang Tianhao produced a list, detailing the names of those demonic clan members lurking within the Ten Great Sacred Lands.
Even if sword energy pierced their bodies, exploding inside them and shattering their limbs or even their heads, in the next instant, black mist surged in, instantly repairing the two halves, so the shadows crawled from the ground as though unharmed.
He usually kept a low profile, never showing off, and certainly didn’t share the anxiety, indignation, or drift with the tide, nor the despair, of other young civil servants.

“What? What do you mean by that?” Cheng Kuan looked at the bandit leader, perplexed, unable to grasp the meaning behind his words.
All these years, Wu Liang seldom stayed in the Nine Cauldrons Sect, often venturing out, claiming to travel, but everyone knew he was chasing after women.
“I just saw something rather amusing,” Han Ge replied with a smile, and continued reading.
“Excellent. Now that Su Manning has been eliminated, this matter becomes much easier.” Xiao Hun’s lips curled into a cold smile as he spoke to Han Mufan.
With a helpless shake of my head, noting the late hour, I went inside to prepare for bed. No sooner had I closed the door than I received a call from Xiaoling. We chatted idly, and inevitably, she asked about my progress with Jiang Yuanmo.
My scalp tingled; gritting my teeth, I drained the glass of liquor. The spicy burn churned my stomach, and heat surged through my whole body.
“One Summer, Mingzhu is the only treasure of a lifetime!” Chen Fangping’s words echoed in my ears as if enchanted, replaying again and again.