Chapter 76: The Little Miss Has Quite a Fiery Temper

“Leaving already?”
My cousin looked displeased. “There are still twenty minutes left.”
“Uncle has to get up at five tomorrow morning.”
Lin Xiyu gently persuaded, “He needs to go to the market for supplies, deliver vegetables to the hotel, and after a tiring day, he deserves to go home early and rest.”
“Alright, then.”
Seeing the bloodshot eyes and evident fatigue in uncle’s face, my cousin reluctantly nodded in agreement.
Li Xueyan had already fainted from the pain; she could no longer hear Maoning’s remorse. She had risked everything to leave the residence, and whether she succeeded depended entirely on this moment.
A sudden sparring match, which Chen Erpao hadn’t expected at all, spread through the entire school within days. Its notoriety even overshadowed the school’s ten most influential figures, the top ten campus heartthrobs, and the top ten beauties. And all this with him merely as a school security guard—one had to admit, he was truly an oddity.
Cang Linchen’s voice was not loud, but carried a distinctive magnetism and authority, making it impossible to ignore his imperial status.
The Hundred Flowers Order had always been in Qi Potian’s possession. He was eager to communicate with it, to truly become the master of the Valley of Hundred Flowers, to find that four-thousand-year-old monster, and attempt to control and commune with it.
He gazed at the broken frame of the reading glasses, suddenly inspired to visit the optician, wanting to commission a new frame for the old lenses, insisting it be made in his presence, with no regard for the cost.
“You say there is none, yet you cannot prove it. How do you expect your mother to believe you?” Lady Su’s face was cold and unyielding.
But the crown prince was born gifted, his heart simply not in his studies. If he wasn’t properly punished this time, it would only become harder to control him in the future. He was troubled now, unsure whether to turn a blind eye or to act decisively.
Li Tingzhi fell silent; he realized his question was inappropriate. He already knew the reason, yet had asked anyway. He couldn’t sit still, his mother’s eyes filled with tears as she looked at Li Xueyan with deep concern.
No one spoke, nor dared to stand out at such a critical moment. This was a living beast—could anyone expect to reason with it?
The restaurant was crowded. By the time Zhou Qing and the others arrived, the private rooms were already gone, leaving them to dine in the noisy main hall.
Indeed, I had already discerned the root of San Ga’s family troubles.
“It’s obvious you couldn’t possibly release him.” Li Yan sneered. The real Liu Tao was still locked up in the abandoned building; this one was clearly an imposter.
Ning Qingyan looked at Xu Chen in disbelief. From Xu Chen’s alchemy, to slaying four peak internal energy martial artists, to curing her sister before her eyes—each surprise left her overwhelmed. She found Xu Chen more and more inscrutable.
This Extermination God project closely resembles the 1966 Extermination God plan, and is not unlike the Celestial Path scheme from the era of the Yellow Emperor.
True energy erupted and scattered. Meng Po was the strongest among the three, playing the role of assassin; what an assassin needed was a killing blow, and so this sword was aimed directly above the True Martial Emperor’s head.
It looked as if the flesh above the bridge of the nose had been deliberately stripped away.
Defeating him was impossible; as long as he believed he was no match for me, that would count as my victory.
“Have you already left Cotton Valley Market?” Man’er still asked me anxiously.
As she spoke, the Winter Emperor tossed Zhou Qing a sword and three jade talismans. With a casual wave, Zhou Qing was transported out of the palace.
The multicolored millstone rotated in both directions, grinding and crushing. Within, the wails of the Infernal Prison Dragon echoed, accompanied by terrifying waves of desperate resistance. Streams of crimson blood trickled down the millstone’s surface, making Yuxiaoyao and her companions pale, and Mo Qiye’s body visibly tremble.