Chapter 29: Restoring Luo Yan's Reputation

Hua Li and Luo Shicheng spent an entire day searching before they finally discovered that, besides his own home, Xu Tai owned another property located near the military compound.

Luo Shicheng followed the address and arrived at the location, which was indeed the place where he had violated that young woman all those years ago.

Standing outside the door, Hua Li began to list the items inside one by one.

"The bed is covered with a reed mat; the quilt has a white lining with a blue cover embroidered with mandarin ducks, and the mattress cover is striped in pink and white. The windows are hung with yellow floral curtains."

"Coach, we’re planning a camping trip. Would you like to come?" Xia Qingqing leaned in and asked with a grin.

Long Qing was suddenly reminded of her apprentice Zhao Yan’s desperate, death-defying leap to break the shackles of her fate, and realized how similar that spirit was to the intent behind these words.

"You’re right, Brother Dong. This is the first time in my life I’ve ever smoked; you’ve truly led me onto the path. From this day forward, you are my mentor, and I am your disciple," Chen Chumo said, quickly taking the cigarette.

Compared to the spirits of the north, this wine from the Central Plains was less fiery but far more mellow; a single sip warmed the chest and invigorated the spirit.

Chu Ning sighed helplessly. In this regard, Lin Yuhao had long since lost all credibility. Based on her experience, the more readily he answered, the less likely it was that he would actually follow through.

The guards wiped the rain from their faces, one after another, letting out cries of grief and indignation. They pressed their hands to their chests in a gesture representing soaring flames, then knelt in unison on one knee.

Li Longji took a deep breath. Facing this familiar face, he found himself unable to point a finger and berate the man. How long ago it seemed that his voice and smile were still fresh in his memory.

She rose and walked to the table, picked up a cup, and smashed it against the floor. Gathering a shard, she used all her strength to slash fiercely at the two arteries in her wrist. Blood immediately gushed out like a fountain, staining the ground red.

Besides, her Yingchun had suffered so much these past two years; how could she not make plans for her?

"Who on earth hurt me like this?" Long Qing struggled to recall, but everything remained hazy.

The vice-principal only now remembered that before Shen Bingyue started university, she had been a viral sensation with tens of millions of followers, enjoying immense popularity online.

There were only thirty or forty people in total; apart from three Golden Core stage cultivators, the rest were all in the Spirit Condensation stage.

Hearing the Lin woman speak this way, Lin Xu couldn't help but avert his eyes, unsure of what to say.

"Just like how the post-2010 generation, the yet-to-be-born post-2020s, and the future post-2030s must respect the characteristics of us post-2000s."

"Chang Ling, actually, you can rest between matches." Chang Shan, sitting below the stage, opened his eyes at some point and pointed to the empty chair beside her.

Even though she knew it was an illusion, in that fleeting moment, Chang Ling could not stop her tears from falling.

In the fourteen provinces of the Tianxuan Continent, the nine great immortal sects each occupied one, while the mortals were gathered in another. Qingzhou, the largest, was a haven for rogue cultivators, and the remaining three provinces were occupied by demons and monsters.

Several times, had she not kept coagulant grass in her mouth beforehand, she feared she would have been sliced in two by the sharp sword energy.

The scarred man’s death was the work of someone he knew; only this jade pendant was left on the scene. The man’s prior testimony claimed he had acted for the sake of love, and that his beloved was a man, yet Yu Niang insisted that the scarred man was the one she loved.

Shen Ke unleashed her four great talents—singing, dancing, acrobatics, and voice acting—coupled with a moving speech, completely conquering the entire audience.

Yet, he was now being fought to a stalemate by a weak human weapon. It made him wonder if that steel whip had perhaps belonged to him in his past life.

After the competition ended, Lu Ziqi wanted to stay at the racecourse to gloat, but Su Qin found it rather dull and simply gathered her things, having Lu Ziqi’s servant take her back to Li Village.