Chapter 42: The Appearance of the Blond-Haired Youth

He did not care about the Fourth Mistress’s life or death; this meant he would not even bother to kill her.

A fruit knife was already pressed against Qiao Chu’s neck; a slight forward movement could easily slit her throat.

Zhan Rou still wanted to stay and talk to Qiao Chu, but upon hearing this, she had no choice but to leave with the others.

Chang Guanyan anticipated that he would be free during lunch. It would be no big deal to pack a lunch and make a trip with Xiu Qiqi then.

"I’ve already picked out a name for my son." Although it was an honor for the Emperor to bestow a name, Qin Fengyi felt that the one he chose for his son was better.

"Mommy, I can guess what Chuchen brother bought," Bai Ji immediately patted her chest, beaming with smiles.

Ah Jiu glanced at him sideways and said crossly, "What good deed have you done again?" This fellow was already over twenty, yet he spent his days chasing girls and stirring up trouble, utterly unreliable. According to his own claims, he once disguised himself as a eunuch to serve the current Emperor; he served for three days without anyone noticing, and in the end, he simply left because he got bored.

As dusk fell, Tao Yao left first with Huang Yan, and Ah Jiu took Tao Hua out of the Prince’s mansion as well.

Whenever Quan Jinling went abroad, Quan Shaoqing always escorted him personally. Without planes and without ever appearing in public, it was impossible for any outsider to know.

After the three instructors finished giving their final instructions with crisp efficiency, Chief Instructor Wu announced the dismissal. The three instructors turned and left without a hint of reluctance. Their movements as they strode down the steps were dashing, yet they left others with an urge to gnash their teeth in frustration.

Not only that, even Zhong Zheng’s mouth twitched slightly, thinking, "What kind of nonsense is that silly girl talking about?"

Seeing Ji Lingsheng run away with a frantic expression, Bai Yue hurriedly chased after him, her tears tracing paths onto the ground, merging with the bloodstains left by Ji Lingsheng, never to be separated again.

Although it is said that the most powerful individuals on the Path of Transcendence are in the latter half and at the very end of it, Jiang Shanshu only glanced a few times, feeling nothing particularly uncomfortable in her heart.

***

Playing me? You’re still a bit too green. Ji Lingsheng curled his lip in disdain and said nonchalantly, "When I’m recovered, I’ll go find a carriage for you all outside." Bai Yue, who had been worried about Ji Lingsheng overexerting himself, immediately beamed, clapping her hands in approval. Liu Ruoxi, seeing her scheme fail, did not mind and waited leisurely for Ji Lingsheng to find the carriage.

Xu Cheng pursed his lips again; his eyes turned red, and the tears that had just subsided threatened to emerge once more.

Hua Jiu scrambled up from the ground and shook her head, causing dust to fall in flurries. Her dantian felt a sharp, stabbing pain, so she hurriedly sealed her Jade Water Pupils to relieve the pressure.

In broad daylight, what kind of scary things could there be? Besides, in the north, cats and dogs are considered creatures that ward off evil and guard the home. The idea that places with cats have yin energy is total nonsense.

Only Liu Dongxia remained silent, working quietly. This girl was truly wonderful; she never uttered an idle word, never interrupted others, and always vied to do the work.

Gu Chen’s gaze also rested on Xia Shiguang. He didn't care about birthdays; he only cared whether Xia Shiguang was comfortable right now.

People in this world can be divided into three grades: the first grade are those who have ability but no temper; the second grade are those who have both ability and temper; the third grade, which is the most common, are those who have neither ability nor temper.

In the end, Yan Xiao’s father left, but he strictly forbade Lin Chu’s eldest cousin from giving Yan Xiao a mobile phone again. Yan Xiao was quite resilient; he took the scolding honestly, but there wasn't a trace of dejection on his face, only a sense of irritation.

As she spoke, Yang Mi slammed the manga in her hand onto the floor with a loud "pop."

The alchemist instinctively raised his hand to block, only to see a purple mist emerge from his palm, parrying the black stream of light.

Looking in the direction of the sound, he saw a familiar figure slumped before him.

In truth, he was thinking: If they don't take me as their master, we can remain unrestrained and casual. If they become my apprentices, I won't be able to laugh and chat with them freely, let alone harbor any improper thoughts.

"Hehe, forget it, let's talk about it when we go back." Que saw her troubled expression and smiled, patting her head.

He only remembered having a nightmare in the night, but he had already forgotten what he had dreamt of.

***

"According to you, we shouldn't bother suppressing evil forces then?" Bai Jinwu retorted, unconvinced.

However, the terrain here was very narrow, which limited the use of Que’s techniques while also narrowing the gap. Just like a one-meter dash, the difference in time between a sprint champion and an ordinary person is minimal.

Jian Ning loved this feeling of speeding; the wind poured in through the window, slightly mussing her tied-up hair. As her control improved, she felt as if she were slowly coming back to life—a long-lost, indomitable spirit.

This had once made Joey somewhat curious because, in her view, Ron did not possess battle aura, and he should have needed the power of merging with his summoned beast to execute certain sword techniques. Yet, in reality, he could use them smoothly in his ordinary state.

Susu had helped me for half the day and was truly exhausted; she didn't even have time to bathe and simply collapsed onto the bed nearby and fell asleep. I, meanwhile, continued to endure my torment, not knowing how the panda next door was faring.

Zhang Tianyang’s thoughts coincided with Li Zhibai’s, so both wore expressions of unfathomable mystery.

Speaking of this, one feels a pity for those investors who believe in high-interest financial savings. You see? Madoff offered less than a 15% annual return, and he was already a Ponzi scheme. As for those who still believe in returns far exceeding 15%? One can only say that ignorance is fearless.

In his heart, Jing Jian was not as calm as he appeared. The situation in Fusuoya was truly unpredictable. The locals there were like "nerve-racking blades"—you could never guess what bizarre actions they might take in the next second.

Jing Jian heard the name "Madoff" once again, and his brow furrowed slightly. It seemed there were quite a few Wall Street financial institutions supporting Wang Lie! Suddenly, as if remembering something, he immediately looked at Mai Ting.

Above the Nine Heavens, the once-calm world was now permeated with a murderous aura. Divine sounds resonated through the heavens and earth, with every note containing immense fighting intent.

Wealthy people are all like this—constantly guarding against others harming them or coveting their fortunes. In some respects, the fat man Quasimodo was very similar to Zhang Tianyang; he was unwilling to trust others easily, but living like that was also extremely exhausting.

"Damn it, Liu Ziqi, you 'yin' person—a 'yin' person without a shred of yang energy. The Wind-Slaying Sword was afraid of the yin energy in your body invading it and refused to be stained by your blood, allowing you to escape death for a moment. But I, Chen Feng, am not afraid of the yin energy you emit. Even without the Wind-Slaying Sword, I will still kill you."