Chapter 26: Unmasked

The guests at the scene erupted into an uproar, instantly devolving into heated discussion.

"This... how did the bride and groom's romantic montage suddenly turn into... into this? Isn't the woman having an affair with the groom quite familiar?"

"I feel like I've seen her somewhere. But wasn't it said that Young Master Chen doted on his bride? He proposed six or seven times alone. It seems 'loving wife' was just a rumor after all."

"And the mistress—the uniform fetish, crawling on the ground like a pet... what man could resist such tricks?"

As the crowd shifted from initial shock to dissecting the various perverse ways Chen Bozhou conducted his affair, Shen Yuyang recognized Shen Feiyu in the video and suddenly...

***

Chen Zui sent them away and returned to the meditation room, looking at the carnage on the floor with a headache. His original intention was to move these corpses into his portable space and dispose of them in an uninhabited area. He had let Gong Jingsi take the others away specifically to keep those thugs from learning of his supernatural abilities.

"How could I be so unlucky to run into a situation like this?!" Beikong was already limp with exhaustion. He thought back to what he had just said and felt he was as good as dead. His heart felt hollow, his future bleak and devoid of hope.

Bai Xue, seeing that Chen Zui was present, didn't want to make too much of a scene, otherwise, she would have left the celebrity Qiu with no face to show in public within minutes.

Chen Zui didn't say anything more, but he secretly hardened his heart. *You miser, it would be an insult to your generosity if I didn't make you bleed a little more.*

Speaking of the surface of this glacial river, it was covered in a layer of ice. Though not very thick, it was at least half a foot deep. A moment ago, if Ye Xiao hadn't momentarily lost his balance and then regained it, instinctively exerting force as his feet struck solid ground again, he wouldn't have cracked the ice.

After consideration, Jia Zhengjin temporarily appointed the naval division commander, Mi Gao, as the deputy corps commander, while his former position as division commander was filled by the deputy mayor, Sa Kuni.

***

Caught off guard, he had essentially been stripped bare, his every secret laid out—though, naturally, he hadn't mentioned the matter regarding He Youxin.

Who stole that week from me? What exactly happened in Philadelphia during that time? Have I forgotten something?

With a sharp sound, the mysterious figure seemed to be sucked in by some strange force, disappearing directly in front of the second entrance.

Those standing outside the Xiao building were merely trying to awaken the awareness of the public and demand an explanation. It wasn't just about the perpetrator being gravely ill and near death; in everyone's eyes, Xiao Donglai certainly deserved to die, but he should have been sentenced to death by a court of law, not rendered incapacitated by Bai Haochen’s blade.

Xin Ji appeared in an empty room where the floor and walls were pure white, emitting a soft glow. There was no ceiling, allowing a direct view of the galaxy above the Superpower Center. The room had no door, only a sofa placed in the center, toward which Xin Ji walked and sat down.

"You make a good point. Then we wait. It seems we must proceed according to Rebic's plan for now. How is the target? Are the symptoms still severe?" Samoilov asked.

Simply put, it was about smearing the opponent while elevating oneself. A certain great man from the east of Europe once said that propaganda is about painting oneself in a good light and the opponent in a bad one.

"No, I’ve had some things to deal with these past few days, so I haven't been interacting with the fans in the comments..." Li Yifan's mind was a bit chaotic, and he inexplicably just went along with his editor's words.

"Mmph, mmph, mmph~" Li Yifan opened his eyes and looked around. His vision was partially obstructed by an injury to one eye and his temple. He surveyed his surroundings; it appeared to be an abandoned classroom, filled with dust and discarded desks and chairs.

Sabah pointed toward a distant mountain range whose silhouette could be vaguely seen behind the village. He told us that was our destination. Although it was visible from here, the actual journey would be far, far longer than it appeared.

Su Zizhan was having a particularly pleasant conversation with Shang Tian, but his expression faltered slightly when he learned of Shang Tian's identity.

Without nodding or speaking, Zhang Fan remained silent, seemingly tacitly agreeing with Zhang Juzheng's words.

The first item to be appraised was that intangible dark gold, the extended version of the Crystal Sword—the Space Blade.

***

Chen Changan didn't know what kind of sap the Wolhu Mountains used, but he believed it was produced in the outer reaches of the range and was abundant; otherwise, they wouldn't be so extravagant as to coat all their weapons with poisonous herbs.

Du Aobai stayed with Wang Linlin all night. Of course, after Bai Sumuo completed a few ambulance runs, he also returned to Du Aobai's side.

Despite his injuries and his protests of being wronged, Ouyang Yuxuan was now full of vigor, completely devoid of his previous despondency.

The daylight grew slightly brighter; it must have been noon. Whether it was an illusion or the work of the spirit-light bacteria, the sky seemed brighter than before.

Xuanyuan Hongjun's sword pierced directly through the white zombie's heart, and the dispersing sword energy destroyed the entire organ in an instant.

If not for this trip home, he probably wouldn't have realized there were so many troublesome matters.

However, with the Heavenly Dao now in flux, many circumstances had changed, and the timing for crossing the tribulation was no longer certain.

It was supposed to be a simple, mundane conversation, but once Du Zonglin finished speaking, the master of identifying the point, Lin Jinghui, immediately discovered the crux of the matter.

The bar only began to fill up at ten in the evening. Lu Lingyun found a suitable spot to sit, watching those swaying to the music beside her.

The Empress Dowager was startled. In a fit of blinding rage, she had struck her, and combined with the previous torture, she feared the woman might actually die—and if she did, the list would never be recovered.

The sky turned overcast and gray. A cold breeze swept through, leaves swirling in the air, drifting aimlessly through the gloomy space.