Chapter 121: Are You Among Them?

The Wild Wind Is Not Unrestrained Qiao Wan 1259 words 2026-04-01 08:01:49

Everyone’s eyes were on him—even among the elite women present, many looked at him with admiration. Yet he remained calm and composed, untouched by the attention.

In a corner of the audience, Su Yi sat in a black evening gown and a wide-brimmed hat, silently watching the man on stage who radiated brilliance. She had attended ceremonies like this by Xu Yancheng’s side countless times. Each time, she had always sat in the closest seat to him, applauding and cheering him on without reservation. But now, she...

On the other side, Xia Qi could only sigh helplessly. Who could have predicted things would turn out this way? Now, he could only take things one step at a time. As a former death general who had once commanded an army of a million, he knew there was no medicine in the world that could truly heal the source of an affliction. He had simply been misled by Jiang Fan’s words earlier.

Outside the Valley of Beasts, peace had returned, as if no one had ever set foot there. Now that Jiang Fan and Yu Zong had learned about the bandits, they returned to the mansion once again.

While furiously attacking the Sin King, Jiang Fan simultaneously controlled the Sword Tower to intervene. Every time the Sin King tried to fight back, he was suppressed by the spatial force within the Sword Tower.

She tried to pry loose his right hand, which fit perfectly with hers, but not only did she fail to break free, his grip tightened even more.

But when they learned that the Qingxi Kingdom had once aided the Martial Sect, all rescue efforts ceased. Some nations even turned against them, launching attacks on the Fire Nation. Now, the Fire Nation was being besieged by several countries at once and had reached its most perilous moment.

Madam Lu and the Minister Lu had both arrived. The minister’s wife hid behind her husband. Though she was the mistress of the house, her timid nature left her unable to face such an absurd situation. The old lady had to step forward instead; overwhelmed with fear and shame, she choked back sobs behind the others.

Qian Guangyang had been in business for decades and had a keen eye for things. The moment he heard those four words, he understood Shen Xiyan’s meaning at once.

Wang Zhao was genuinely impressed by such composed and measured words—this was the true bearing of a matriarch. He felt relieved, knowing he had no worries left at home.

It was a force beyond imagination, one that seemed capable of defying fate itself. Mo Feng realized that his shattered internal organs were actually beginning to heal, and at a speed that bordered on the miraculous.

“How did I harm Old Seventh? Zhu Asan, if you don’t give me an explanation today, I won’t let this go,” Wu Dayong said indignantly.

Garnett adjusted himself a few times at the free-throw line, took a deep breath, and then released the basketball. Smack—the ball struck the rim, spun around twice, and then… dropped right out.

At the thought of his advancing age and looming mortality, it was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over Yuan Shikai’s head, chilling him from his heart to the soles of his feet. He exhaled deeply, releasing the long-festering frustration in his chest, but mingled with his anxiety over life, it only left him more agitated and unsettled.

Early the next morning, they bid farewell to the warm-hearted factory leaders, got into their car, and set off for the next factory.

Even so, they still could not break through that arc. The Taiji drawn by Wangyou’s whisk was flawless; though its movements seemed slow, leaving the body seemingly exposed, it nonetheless blocked every attack as swift as lightning. The demonic energy carried by the blade was suppressed and slowed by that pure, sacred Buddhist force.

“Excellent.” Absorbing the white orb of light, Ulysses looked even more confident and resolute.

Qiu Degen’s entire Far East Group now rested on the foundation of the publicly traded company, Far East Development.

How could this be? Hadn’t the land acquisition always gone smoothly? The company’s offer was always generous—almost suspiciously so—and the local military government had always been extremely cooperative.

These government officials sent abroad on public study tours claimed to be there to learn, but in Singapore, it all felt superficial—merely skimming the surface. They saw only the city’s prosperity, never grasping the true secret behind Singapore’s economic rise.