Chapter 151: Conflicted Emotions

Leaving the club just past midnight, this hour was by no means late for Jiang Fan's routine. Although feeling somewhat tired, Wang Wenyu was not around, and he had no desire to return to his rented room.

Arriving at the fruit shop, he saw Xiao Youxin teaching Erya how to identify various fruits.

Seeing Jiang Fan return, Xiao Youxin teased with a smile, "Now that the little girl and your sister are both gone, and nobody is keeping an eye on you, are you going to fly up to the heavens?"

Jiang Fan dragged a nearby plastic stool over with his foot, sat down, and retorted jokingly, "I haven't learned how to fly up to the heavens yet, but I have learned how to climb up into the attic."

His words reminded Xiao Youxin of what had happened the last time he went up to the attic, causing her heart to...

This elder sister, even when eating voraciously, still maintained an air of elegance, chatting and laughing freely with Xia Hanyan while she ate.

Along with the birth of Zhu Ming's first prince, tales of the celestial anomalies that occurred on the day of the prince's birth spread far and wide.

As soon as both sides met, Yan Jun realized they were a pair of elderly people. However, with their appearance, the eyes that had been glaring fiercely at Yan Jun in the darkness suddenly vanished, as if frightened away by something.

In his mind, he slowly recalled every single sensation from when he had touched the boundary wall moments earlier—how soft or hard it felt when his fists struck the wall, and the degree of difficulty when the four winds swept across the boundary wall.

Thinking of this, Zou Ling's gaze, which had been somewhat evasive, suddenly turned resolute.

"This is simple!" Su Pei was delighted that she could also be of help. Stretching out her slender fingers, she condensed a sharp silver thread and began meticulously cutting along the lines drawn on the bamboo.

Today can only be the standard three chapters; I'll strive to update earlier tomorrow! Damn it, I was only impressive for two weeks and turned cowardly again... Let's see if I can rise up again tomorrow.

No one doubted these words much. Yet they had no idea how, given a Gu Immortal's status, she could possibly allow the apple of her eye to marry just anyone!

With that said, two streams of qi inexplicably split off from around Wang Jiaoyi. They transformed from his hands into two sabers and slashed down toward those two people.

Yan Jun felt that Hao Qiang was so happy to see him, which surely meant something bad was about to happen.

As the word "Rise" was uttered, the earth suddenly began to tremble, and howling gales surged from out of nowhere, charging fiercely toward the two like giant dragons.

Mo Ziyun was startled. Was she thinking of her? Ever since she met him, she had hidden many things for him—their first encounter by the pool, their subsequent meeting after the defeat of the Honghua Sect. Too many things had happened in just a few short days. Thinking carefully about what he had brought her, all she felt toward him was suspicion, yet she hadn't told her master a thing. Could she really be falling for him?

After all, she still believed she wasn't capable enough, especially since, in her eyes, she had only been practicing swordsmanship for two months.

"Shut up! Tell me what you were really here to steal that night!" Hua Qingyi suddenly roared.

"Your Majesty is wise. This subject believes that the immediate priority should be to let the Empress Dowager recuperate in peace. Only a healthy imperial body is a blessing for the state and the nation." Liu Chang's words were not yet finished, and he paused to catch his breath before continuing. The aura of this young emperor was far too overwhelming, making it hard to breathe.

"Does Auntie wish to leave?" Gu Lingge's eyes were calm, her voice soft and gentle, carrying an indescribable peace and serenity. Dowager Consort Zhao had drifted and sunk in this palace for so long, and yet no one had ever asked her if she liked it here. Moreover, as a lone person with nothing to her name, she ought to be able to go wherever she pleased.

Wang Zhan, supported by Nalan Huanghun, cast a complex look at Tang Xiao, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and sat down in silence to begin healing his wounds.

Starting from the sixteenth floor and upward, however, it became an absolute forbidden zone. Aside from those initial members, anyone else was strictly prohibited from setting foot there—because from this floor onward, it was already a place that could no longer be exposed to ordinary people.

The group of people around them was completely dumbfounded, having expected the lead brother from the Shaolin Temple to turn the tables.

Just when Yuanxi thought the cup had rolled into a nearby ditch, her foot slipped and she sat down hard, her hand pressing against something. Groping around, she realized it was indeed that wine cup. Delighted, she picked up the cup, brushed the dust off her clothes, and headed back toward the camp.