Chapter Forty-Seven: Bai Lingxuan’s Far-Reaching Schemes

Ye Zhiyuan showed no mercy as he tossed him to the bodyguards, even though just a moment earlier he had nestled in his arms, acting coy and affectionate. He could not comprehend how a man close to thirty could be so childish and… changeable.

With those words, Guan Qihong strode toward the door. As he was about to close it, he couldn’t help but glance back once more at Lian Rong, who was still reluctant to leave Ling Xi’s side. He smiled helplessly, turned away in dejection, and departed.

Before An Youran could finish speaking, the world spun, darkness closed in, and with a thud, she collapsed to the ground.

As for martial arts, with Ruan Pei, a genius in the field, to discuss and exchange insights, Xiao Ran finally grasped the unique qualities of his own absolute domain. That, for now, need not be elaborated.

The attendant had intended to dissuade them, but upon seeing the gold coins, all his warnings turned into encouragements to serve the young master well. He promptly called a few more attendants, and in no time at all, they set up the dining tables in the hall. He then asked the two what they wished to eat or drink.

The heir paid them no heed, swept his long sleeves, and left the banquet without so much as a backward glance. Seeing this, I hurried to follow.

“What are you writing? Let me see.” Once he obtained the entertainment magazine, Qianqian could not stop him.

After hanging up, Zhou Xuan was lost in thought for a moment. He sat dazed on the sofa, turned on the television, but didn’t take in a single thing, sitting there the entire afternoon. Clutching his phone tightly, he both longed for news of Ye Jing and dreaded what he might hear.

Xi Lingjing recognized the voices—they were indeed surging in from all directions. From the very beginning, those voices had resolved to encircle them.

At the very least, he had given Su Yaorao a child. But what had he given himself? Nothing but merciless rejection.

It turned out he had made up his mind long ago to end his life. When he came to see the Empress, he was already prepared for this; it was just that she had not known.

Lu Feng, after all this time, had come to terms with it. The deaths of his parents were not his fault. The guilt in his heart had faded, and he could live with himself once more.

“It’s not that I refuse to help you, Your Highness,” he continued calmly to the Crown Prince, “it’s simply that I am powerless to do so.”

Penglai felt especially comfortable; her past cultivation had been haphazard, and she herself had not truly understood what she was doing. But now, following a proper technique, the sensation was entirely different.

This time, Feng Yang finally met his match. Usually, he was the one playing dumb, but now he had actually encountered someone who played the fool even better.

Huali was still thinking about preparing the meal. She knew they didn’t lack for food, but she held real respect for Mo Lin, father of Mo Shiba.

Ye Mingwan wept bitterly, looking utterly lost, paying no heed to whatever Qin Sang was saying. She simply clung tightly to Ye Kui and refused to let go.

Ma Huang cried out in alarm. A massive cavalry charge was the most terrifying killing move on the battlefield. There were only two ways to counter it: organize cavalry for a counter-charge, or use heavy infantry to shield the spearmen, who could use the superior length of their weapons to unhorse the riders or bring down their steeds.

The voices in the courtyard grew ever louder, until even Ye Shu could hear. As Ye Kui pushed open the door and stepped out, he immediately followed.

Seeing them give chase, Ling Xuan could not help but smile faintly. His mission was eighty percent complete. Now, it was up to Master Yimei.

“This wine may taste bitter, but when poured by a brother, even bitterness is sweet in the heart. Today, we must drink.” Wu Jin accepted the cup, tears glistening in his eyes. “Thank you, the three of you, for looking after my family this past year. If not for Brother Lu's shelter back then, I would not be who I am today.”

Song Baiyu understood that Su Tingting had called him because he was now her only hope. The fact that she repeatedly emphasized being at his house was not without reason; she was letting him know where the trouble was happening.

The bamboo cottage was simply furnished: just a bamboo table and a single bamboo chair. The yellow-waxed bamboo walls were adorned with a few landscape paintings, and nothing more.

Xie Yun took a deep breath, his right hand trembling slightly as a ball of flame suddenly flared in his palm, illuminating the entire stone chamber. Only then did he stride boldly inside.

Having witnessed Long Wei’s terrifying strength, Wang Jianfeng dared show no disrespect. Even three Foundation Return experts could only survive a few breaths before him; as for Wang, a mere mid-stage marrow tempering practitioner, perhaps Long Wei could erase him with a mere flick of the finger.

Long Wei understood Wang Zhenting’s intentions and intended to give him this honor. Apart from his connection with Wang Luyao, the mayor’s impression alone was enough to earn his respect.

Xie Yun had nearly unraveled all the mysteries of the Rift-Heaven Secret Realm, yet for the Fire Immortal, it remained a supreme place of enlightenment.

Shi Qian and Old Shi tried to resist, but were no match for the burly thugs. In no time, they were trussed up, and the thugs pulled a bulging purse from Old Shi’s person and handed it to Master Chen.

Han Luo stood at the end of the Tongtian River, gazing at its majestic waters, as if hundreds of tributaries descended from the heavens—what a breathtaking sight.

It should be known that, according to the yacht’s blueprints, many materials and devices were laboratory-grade, and the world’s most expensive luxuries were often those required in laboratories.

What Yi Feishi saw was only the boundless focus and patience in Xie Mao’s eyes, as well as a deep, unspoken complexity.

So, what was Niu Ben’s real advantage? How had he achieved such immunity to both physical and magical attacks within Ludong Province?

Even Li Tuanjie felt somewhat inferior in this regard; he could not understand how Li Sanjing’s free-throw percentage could be so terrifyingly high!

The parent company of Zhuojin Vegetable Oil hailed from the Land of Nasal Mites. With investments and factories across the nation, it was a renowned brand with a leading market share.

At that moment, Zorn beckoned to Gao Ang and the other hundred or so students from the ‘elementless’ group, instructing them to, like the fire group, attempt to activate and wield magical skills via the origin stone of fire.

Though I could only observe the reactions of those within Yanmen, I could guess much of what the people of Yanhuang must be feeling; years ago, when I was only at the Legendary level, I too had faced such overwhelming pressure and understood all too well the chasm that lay between us.

Even when chatting idly over drinks, Academician Shi’s leaps of logic were so great that it was hard for listeners to keep pace. Perhaps he regarded these things as self-evident, needing only to state the next step, leaving his audience to fill in the gaps themselves—a rather taxing endeavor.