Chapter 54: Returning to Zhang Village

Old Yang was merely making casual conversation; he had no intention of inquiring into Xie Yihuang’s medical studies. After all, from Old Liu’s account, he already knew Xie Yihuang was the heir of the Qi family. No matter which path she chose in the future, her prospects would be bright. Of course, if Xie Yihuang ever decided to study medicine, she would inevitably cross paths with him—but that could wait until the time came.

Old Yang’s stay at the Qi household was primarily for giving Grandpa Qi daily acupuncture. To outsiders, it was said that Old Yang was an old friend of Grandpa Qi’s, now visiting especially for him.

Gao Yu glanced over; sure enough, Dong Shirou was rather short, probably around one meter thirty, with silver-white hair and emerald eyes—quite rare even in the Soul Society.

“A married status—isn’t that a conflict? Won’t it have consequences?” Lu Nanxin questioned Lu Baiting.

Thinking back to their first encounter at the bar, she finally understood his reaction—it turned out he already knew her.

When Qin Ming heard that the object before him was the legendary foundation spirit treasure, the ‘Heavenly Fire Spirit Essence,’ his heart thundered in his chest.

The cultivators of the Lingyu Sect looked astonished, hastily producing a golden talisman for protection, then casting a golden shield around themselves.

As for the matter at hand, who would have thought that history would ultimately vindicate him?

Upon hearing Ji Mingyue’s name, Liu Bei showed little reaction; after all, they were all of royal blood, not enough to warrant any real fear.

The place they’d chosen this time was an unremarkable izakaya in District Six, named the ‘Dharma House.’

Wei Zhongxian, together with the Embroidered Uniform Guard and others, took advantage of their patrol and cleaning duties. Not long after, Qin Yao arrived at the ticket office.

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Sheng raised a hand toward Luo Shiqing’s chest, but his hand froze in midair.

Moreover, that beautiful woman didn’t hold back—she kept pounding her elder brother, who, for his part, didn’t retaliate.

Shui Yiren smiled, sending Shui Yifu to wash up first, while she herself slaughtered and cleaned the wild pheasant, chopping it up into pieces.

At this moment, for instance, the Gentleman’s Sword ground relentlessly against the water curtain like an electric drill. Its master spun along with it, inevitably enduring the pressure brought by all that rotation.

Rong Xi regarded Ye Zichen coldly and, catching the scent of musk, stepped back in distaste.

At this stage, the other candidates had two choices: remain with the Bai family to be cultivated into a strong figure—perhaps even a member of the Bai family’s elder council and an assistant to the next family head—or take another path.

Of the thirty managers selected from the Imperial Academy, only twenty-nine remained from this moment on.

After eating and drinking their fill, replenishing their strength and energy, it was time to have a proper talk with her cousin.

She held two packets of tea, glancing left and right. At last, she set one down and returned the rest to her Space Chain.

Yet no one knew—they were indeed born from the primordial chaos, but only gained sentience through another’s enlightenment; they weren’t conscious at birth.

The room had been entered, but the person was gone. With nothing left to ask, there was no point lingering. Madam Chang lifted her foot to leave, stepping past Qianye Yu—who then reached out to stop her.

Hua Shuijou’s clothes were already in tatters. Lin Chen, carrying her while rushing along the way, was lucky they still covered her at all; there was no way they could conceal everything.

Moreover, in the entire Great Sun Martial Sect, the vast majority remained loyal to Zhao Han. Any sign of unrest, and someone would immediately report it to Qingya, who was currently acting as sect master.

“No need for such trouble…” said another officer present, but before he finished, he vanished on the spot. In the next instant, he appeared behind Guo Renxiong, who was about to self-destruct.

As the sword spun, not only did it unleash a formidable sword intent, but the thread of energy it spun condensed into a dazzling, blinding light.

Xiong Ba’s brow furrowed. That blow just now may have been without magic, but purely by strength alone, if an ordinary person had taken it, a couple of ribs would certainly be broken.