Chapter 80

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After a quick rinse of her eyes, a swish of her mouth, and a splash of water on her face, Fang Xia emerged from the bathroom, feeling refreshed and clear-headed, only to be scooped up in a sudden embrace.

A beautiful shadow moved leisurely through the valley, her steps unhurried as if she were simply strolling, yet her path led directly to the grasshopper that Luo Ran had been eyeing.

If Uncle Da were here, he’d surely remark, “Of course she’s not something you keep in your sights—your Honey belongs in your heart.” He’d punctuate it with a blown kiss. Uncle Da was always the boldest.

As a figure in a bamboo hat was about to leap across a puddle in pursuit of the white wolf and the young boy, a jet of water shot up from the shallow pool below.

By a twist of fate, Li Zhijiu had been given a chance. That day, Song Jiaming was out experiencing life, walking alone at night along the street when he encountered the pitiful boy. Moved by the boy’s tears, Song Jiaming had brought him home, vowing to take him away from his misfortune. At first, Li Zhijiu had eyed him with hostility.

Night had already fallen, but the two queens showed no sign of resting. Instead, they reclined against the phoenix couch, paging through poem after poem.

When one rises to power, even the chickens and dogs ascend to heaven. The third young master’s followers began to exploit their conscription rights, extorting benefits and preying upon wealthy but powerless fat sheep.

Su Yuanbai regarded the dark-skinned man calmly. Though the man strove to mask his expression, Su Yuanbai still caught a flash of arrogance in his eyes.

Chen Taiyi went to bid farewell to the mechanical Tyrannosaurus, instructing it to guard the house well. He promised to bring back a gift upon his return.

Richard’s face was tinged with melancholy, a trace of pain, a hint of world-weariness, and, above all, a depth of passion that eclipsed all else.

Shen Yue was certain that Zhao Yu would not let this opportunity slip away. What use was a fleeting victory? Far better to seize the chance to let the Emperor see who harbored wolfish ambitions—those were the ones truly worth the Emperor’s vigilance.

“That is your affair; it has nothing to do with me.” With that, Madam Zheng turned over, ignoring them completely.

He had seen his share of the wealthy, of officials and princes—he’d even met the Emperor himself. Yet the aura this man suddenly exuded was genuinely intimidating.

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Along the way, relying on Ziyan’s treasure-seeking talent, he had Old Huo take her to scour the mountain forests they passed. Of course, since he had to provide both the manpower—the Skyfire Master—and the effort—refining the pills—his share of the spoils would naturally be higher.

Meng Feiwan glanced over the items; things like washbasins and tea canisters had merely lost a bit of their paint, but were still perfectly usable.

As for her love of spending money—let her spend as she pleased. After all, she was his wife in name, and this marriage was a debt he owed her.

In her eyes, this was the finest maritime weapon Lin Ye had ever designed, even more important than an aircraft carrier.

Dongye Yu eyed the menu with suspicion, finally ordering a cappuccino—the only coffee he found palatable and reasonably priced. To him, coffee needed milk or something else added to make it drinkable.

Glancing back at the lively scene inside Peach Blossom Spring, Mu Changqing made a mental note of it before striding purposefully toward the Qin residence.

“Do you know? My greatest mistake was handing her over to you. If time could be turned back, I would never have let go of her hand,” the Emperor said, his back to them.

Since he enjoyed novelty, this particular item was sure to catch his interest—he might even send someone to invite him to his mansion.

The two looked at Beiyin in disbelief. When Beiyin nodded calmly, the room fell silent once more.

“Because every time you get drunk, I end up carrying you home. It’s such a hassle,” Inosuke said, reclining on the sofa and waving his hand dismissively.

Tang Chichi’s heart leapt with joy. If it hadn’t been for Jiang Lixing, she would have suffered a terrible fall.

He joined forces with the Qiang people in search of the resurrection technique, hoping in the end to obtain it for himself.

“I heard the call of the wind…” Inosuke spread his fingers across his face, humming softly with a wry smile.

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In front of everyone, Zhang Zhi lifted her foot and kicked the woman squarely in the head, knocking her to the ground.

As night descended, Jun Wu shivered uncontrollably from the cold, while Gong Nanxun remained in a deep sleep. Unable to bear the chill any longer, Jun Wu decided to gather some branches to start a fire for warmth.

Li Yixiao’s rise to fame had taken place in Southeast Asia—how could the cultivators there not have heard of him? It wasn’t that they couldn’t defeat him, but if they failed to kill him and ended up entangled, only to fall prey to other lurking cultivators, then they’d really be finished.

Nangong Yun Yao nodded, glanced at the people on the second floor, and then followed him up to the third.

Chu Qiangzhi was stirred internally but still sympathized with the weak—despite Liu Xiuyas’s powerful family, he didn’t lump her in with the villains. He released her, leaving her to her husband’s discipline. However, since Jin Jiashu was not in Huayin, Liu Xiuyas’s fate would be a matter for others to judge.

Now that they’d made it out, they found themselves at the fourth pass—Zhaodong. All around them was a dazzling white world, the swirling snow creating a breathtaking scene.

Well now—you’ve covered black and white, the living and the dead. What’s left to explain?

The recent surge of people in the fortress had led to a decline in the quality of meals. It wasn’t the cooks’ fault—they just had too many mouths to feed, and most of the new helpers were men who’d never cooked before.

“And why does the blood of that seventh-level spirit monkey have a honeyed fragrance? Could it be from sneaking honey from these Tiger Peaks all the time?” Li Jiu voiced his doubts, his gaze sweeping over the group.