Chapter 32: My Lord, I Suspect the Steward

“Alright, alright, thanks for your concern, Brother Yanben!” Lan Qian laughed even more heartily and leaned closer to Xiao Zhi.

“How is old Mr. Chen?” Shangguan Hongye asked with a smile. Mr. Chen was a good friend of his late father, so his tone was particularly courteous.

Li Hongrui hadn’t expected it; neither had Dragon Emperor City, Dragon Qi, nor Dragon Kuangtian. Even after all these years away from the military camp, the title of “Skybreaking Mad General” had never faded.

With this in mind, Lan Qian looked at Liu Yanyan, whose expression was calm as she gazed out the window. Her eyes were strikingly beautiful, almost mesmerizing Lan Qian.

She had been worried about this matter for days. If no better candidate emerged this time, Jiang Shaole’s qualifications would likely guarantee selection. Yet, since the Jiang family couldn’t offer substantial gifts, it wouldn’t be surprising if his spot was taken by someone else.

“Stop pretending! After the New Year, you’ll head to the capital! If we can’t become the old master and mistress, we should at least get some compensation. After all, Liu Chengshuang came out of my own womb!” The old lady bore an impish look.

“Sounds like a jealous wife. I’m telling you, we have no relationship whatsoever,” Su Mi replied coldly.

The furniture shop’s simple pieces made her frown. They were so rough—just basic tables and chairs without any carvings. They even seemed unstable.

Li Bai’s face, which had softened with difficulty, darkened again, though a smile flickered in his blue eyes.

Upstairs, Xiao Zhe opened a private room. After Ji Anqi entered and shut the door behind her, the deafening noise outside was instantly blocked.

“I want to speak with you alone.” Her gaze met Ji Yanmo’s. Though her voice still had that childlike tone, her eyes were intense and commanding.

After Ruan Ziye disappeared, the peach blossom tree where Zhuge Liang was returned to normal. The tree was replanted, and Zhuge Liang watched the scene coldly from the side.

The voices of their clan drifted on the wind. Li Bai’s ears twitched slightly, but he remained motionless, his long sword humming quietly beside him.

Suddenly, a series of explosions erupted. The redirected laser missiles, no longer needing guidance, struck their own aircraft. Hundreds of fireworks burst spectacularly across the sky.

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Why treat me and my child this way? If I’m in their way, they could have simply asked me to leave. So why this cruelty toward me and my child?

Qiu Ju sighed in frustration, secretly blaming herself for neglecting practice these past days. Had she moved faster earlier, none of this would have happened.

Sang Lan smiled and accepted the teacup with both hands. After nodding, she focused her energy, assuming a steady horse stance and leaning slightly forward, sinking her breath into her dantian. With a sharp snap, the celadon teacup in her hand shattered into fragments.

Knowing Ruan Meng couldn’t accept this, Zhuge Liang hadn’t expected Sun Bin to be so scheming as to place all heroes into a single world, risking its collapse.

But the Wang family didn’t care what was written. Even if their reputation was ruined, as long as her Caor was saved, nothing else mattered.

Strangely, the sticky blood protecting An Ziqing showed no signs of danger or mutation.

How did Li Mo learn of this? Now, even the demon kings in Eastern Victory Divine Continent knew of a formidable monkey demon on Flower Fruit Mountain in the East Sea. Unexpectedly, the news had spread to Western Niuhe Continent, boosting the monkey’s fame recently, likely with some behind-the-scenes pushing.

Even if they found work, it probably wouldn’t be smooth sailing; otherwise, they wouldn’t wear such expressions.

Matsushima Nanako hung a piece of raw beef on a long branch and lowered it into the underground cave.

Others looked on enviously; guidance from a grandmaster was truly invaluable, and many began to regret their earlier decisions.

Everyone was stunned, staring at the air in amazement. After the Thunderquake Bomb was swallowed, a muffled explosion erupted inside the Tower of Heaven.

Now, only Fang Jinwei could resolve his doubts. His elder brother’s heart was wholly with his sister-in-law, likely paying him no mind.

“The senior is unaware of Xuantian Law King? He is a great power among our demon tribe, a mighty demon king at the pinnacle of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm. Unfortunately, he offended the True Martial Emperor and was gravely injured, ultimately building a grand tomb and achieving ascension within it,” the big rat explained.

Gu Changqiu followed behind, his head feeling hot. Watching Ren Jiugo’s steps, which resembled a shaman’s dance, he felt deliberately humiliated.

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“Excellent, your words are wise. Both meditation and martial practice require engaging body, speech, and mind. This is the true path to progress,” Xuan Zheng said.

“Lan Yun’s cultivation is no ordinary immortal root technique. His constitution is unique, and the method he learns is truly marvelous,” He Lang explained warmly.

“Sorry to trouble Mother; the fault lies with your child,” Zuo Qiu Liye said, appearing the devoted son.

Wang Yan’s hand trembled slightly as he held his wine glass. Bloodshot veins rapidly spread across his eyes, and his breathing grew heavy.

“Xingba must have misunderstood this time. The net over the boat, with grass laid on top, was His Majesty’s idea,” Shi A said.

To protect against sand and conceal their identities, the three wore sand-proof straw hats, hiding their faces.

Mo Li’s long, large blue fish tail was incredibly agile, flicking it once to disappear dozens of feet away.

The floor-to-ceiling window curtains were drawn. The rosewood dining table, tea table, display cabinets, even sofa and clock—anything she thought could block bullets—were all lined up tightly in front of the window, shielding the fragile glass.

Suddenly, Qin Muyang felt a playful impulse. The chill around him faded, his face softened into a smile, and the cold aura was replaced by a gentle warmth.

Li Zhongyuan’s smile was obsequious and increasingly sleazy. Qin Muyang glared at him with disgust and strode into the dining room.