Volume 1, Chapter 47: Accomplices

Meng Tingfeng entered the main hall and immediately saw Qiao, her eyes filled with worry and surprise.

Upon seeing her, Qiao hurriedly stepped forward and took up a handkerchief, wanting to wipe her face clean. “Tingfeng, you’ve suffered.”

As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes again.

Meng Tingfeng felt this scene was familiar, as if she and Meng Xueyi both enjoyed performing in front of others, especially before Meng Lan, vying for praise.

Perhaps the warmth of the moment brought Meng Lan some comfort. He took his seat at the head, his expression softening as he asked, “It’s good that you’re back. Now, why don’t you tell us where you went that day?”

Meng Tingfeng bowed politely and answered obediently, “That day... Yu Youtai went out to sea only to seek refuge and have a child; there was no intention to live in seclusion. As soon as the carriage turned out of the alley, Qu Qingyan heard the commotion.”

“This alter ego is quite violent, the complete opposite of You Tongying’s kind, innocent, and timid main personality.”

“Shi Xiao and the others did not stay but, as usual, set off to return home. However, Chen Che was unwilling to let it go. He hurried after them, calling out ‘Sixth Sister’ repeatedly.”

“This game, Tong Hua and Shen Qianshu used a very early-stage lineup, while the opponents had a late-stage one. With a troublesome Shen Qianshu as support, the match dragged into the late stage, turning into a marathon. Thirty minutes in, it still hadn’t ended; Ye Ling had already bathed and changed into home clothes.”

“Also, this role has been decided. Though he is the director, some matters still must heed the producer.”

“He didn’t answer her question immediately but suddenly recalled something very important.”

“Despite all my resolve to follow the routine meals strictly, a single kiss made me surrender instantly.”

“Mother? Alright, I will listen to you,” Chen Wen said, puzzled but willing to obey whatever his mother arranged.

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“I, I’m just...” Britney was quite wary of Gu Rongxi. She feared Sinuo because she didn’t want to upset her, but her fear of Si Ji was genuine and heartfelt.

Pei Si’s presence in the room felt like a ticking time bomb. Yet, since Nan Shu allowed him to stay, she wasn’t worried he would do anything too outrageous; for now, he lacked the courage.

As for herself, one extraordinary encounter followed another. Thus, her rise from a mere commoner to the summit of the Sage Rank seemed only natural.

Yet, why did she stubbornly argue with him about this matter until she was so furious she fainted?

Dantai Jin—she never imagined there would be such a black hole in her life. Was he truly forced to give up his position all for her sake?

“So, what do you mean now? Are you going to speak or not?” Once one’s appetite is whetted, it is hard to let go. No wonder Fei’er’s tone turned harsh all of a sudden.

Haitang ran frantically through the villa, her mind replaying the terrifying expression of Senior Qian—his face was deathly pale, utterly bloodless.

The hawk-eyed spirit creatures seemed to sense the stubbornness of the talisman masters before them. They froze, then flapped their wings fiercely. In an instant, a strong gust arose, carrying black feathers like sharp arrows piercing through the air, aimed directly at the talisman masters ahead.

Su Jinghui raised an eyebrow and silently continued listening. It wasn’t long before she heard Xuanyuan Che’s return.

At the banquet, the men hardly drank since all guests were relatives. No one forced drinks; the aim was enjoyment only. For the sake of the wedding night, no one was foolish enough to get drunk.

A vast and overwhelming power surged from the hands. Instantly, a giant phantom azure dragon soared through the air, wind roaring loudly, surrounding the area with an irresistible aura of dominance.

This was clearly a way to offer an exit. How could Liu Huifang refuse? She smiled lightly in response and, together with Su Jinghui, arranged the offerings from the basket.

It was said Kunlun brought hundreds of billions of celestial soldiers. If Ma Rong could utilize them, the power would be terrifying.

At this thought, Ji Ci felt a surge of relief. Fortunately, she had met Bai Chen and the others; otherwise, her fate would have been like the hollow souls within this stone chamber.

So Li Long was waiting for him here! Yu Xing chuckled quietly, “Okay, then I’ll trade with you. When the nine million dollars arrive, I’ll help you launder it cleanly. Want cash? Fine. Want yuan? Also fine. I can even help you open an account at UBS. How about that?” Saying this, he extended his right palm.

The stock market had returned to normal, but American financial elites were now worried about another matter: Germany’s foreign debt problem.

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There was no need to be in a desolate wilderness here; the area was already densely populated. The chances of being seen using the True Dragon’s Seven Kill technique were high. Bai Qi was cautious and thus only employed the Wind Riding technique.

When I spoke, A Qi hesitated. The young demon hunters looked at me, each filled with strong confidence. Without reason, they believed I could decisively crush those four powerful demons casting spells.

Le Jing wiped away her tears silently, not speaking. She looked deeply aggrieved and struggled, clearly recalling those difficult days.

Si Xi hurried inside to fetch something—a pair of flat oval redwood boxes, gilded with exquisite patterns of fortune, prosperity, and longevity. Inside were merely strings of peachwood beads representing the eighteen Arhats.

Androni sat opposite Rog, her long legs unceremoniously draped over his desk, unsettling the stout man’s mood.

The folding screen was an indispensable decoration and divider in the room. Standing between the outer chamber and the bright room was a three-panel mountain-shaped screen crafted from yellow rosewood with lacquer carvings of ten thousand blessings and wishes. It was grand; the central panel was the largest and tallest, with the sides descending in height, forming a “mountain” shape, hence the name “Mountain Screen.”

Liao Xi stood on the warship, gazing into the distance. He had returned and wanted to announce to the world his comeback. Yet he felt a tinge of melancholy; once commanding eighty thousand troops, now fewer than forty thousand returned. They had died in foreign lands, their bones buried far from home.

The prime minister spoke sternly but softened his expression afterward, inviting Ye Pingyu and Lu Gongming to dine.

Qin Qiong wielded his tiger-head gold-inlaid spear with sweeping, bold strokes. Now it lacked the eagle’s agility but carried the fierce power of a tiger descending the mountain, with a tremendously strong offensive.

Though there were some problems, as long as the senior officers were well-fed, no complaints arose. The repeatedly suppressed rebels made Liao Xi frown involuntarily.

The Chinese people revered their ancestors. Since the Qin and Han dynasties, ancestral tomb sacrifices had been an indispensable ritual. However, this time Ma Chao’s mood differed from his past life. Before, it felt more like a duty. But the longer he stayed in this time and space, the more he respected the ancient rites.

Ye Jinmu did not respond to Nangong Xiao’s words. She truly wished he would get to the point, saying whatever he meant directly. She despised continuing such meaningless chatter and had no clue what was on Nangong Xiao’s mind now.

Yue Ying and the others had completely lost track of time. Everyone emerged from the space and, without asking their host, chose rooms to settle in.