Chapter 40: Just Get It Done

Xu Mingchuan listened carefully. "How do you play such tricks?"
He had always been raised with upright values and honestly had no idea how to act like a scoundrel.
"Look, you've known Lin Lu for so long and still haven't made any progress. What's missing is just that little spark. So, I think what you need to do now isn't to keep silently being good to her, but rather, to just..."
And so, these two lovers arranged to elope on the night of the full moon. They crossed mountains and rivers, hoping to find a peaceful and secluded place to live out their days, far from the strife of their families.
I led the three of them downstairs, and at the entrance, we ran into Liu Xin, who happened to be switching shifts with someone. He took the four of us straight to the Special Investigation Unit.
The legendary celestial beasts beyond the Ninth Heaven, the Holy Emperor Zihao of ancient times, and the White Jade Celestial Palace—all these things were woven together, creating a scene that set one's heart racing with excitement.
This time, the tribal chiefs had come, especially those from Dali, with important matters to discuss with His Highness, the Prince of Zhenan. The topic was nothing other than the salt wells.
Old Xie, despite his nickname, was not old at all—just past thirty, in his prime, with a strong body and thick black hair. His Asian features made him look especially young in Western society. Sometimes, when he went to the gym, people would even call him "boy."
Lu Huai glanced up and saw only her slender, exposed arm—though there was no light, her skin was as white as snow. Her silhouette vanished into the darkness.
"Let’s pick a lane first," the prince said, putting his arm around her as they walked toward the common area. The shooting range was open-plan and could accommodate dozens of people competing at once.
Whenever people caught a glimpse of something vibrant, they couldn’t help but take another look. And it was precisely at that moment that Wang’s Flower Shop began selling flowers.
The Bai family’s name was one of the banners of Tiankui Market. The elite troops of the White Dragon Guard were infamous even among the mountains of Lingnan.
Even our Chen Fei, known for his composure, couldn’t help but get angry at those words—what outrageous extortion! And to target his brother’s sly father? How could anyone tolerate that?
Naturally, Madam Xue was delighted. She playfully complained about her husband and child not keeping her company, then talked about how Xue Yonglou had fallen in love but wouldn’t tell her anything, nor would he let her ask.
To injure the general of Medicine Valley was one thing—the two had agreed to a duel—but if he were accidentally killed, Medicine Valley would never let it rest, and Chen Fei would have endless trouble thereafter.
It took two or three days to reach Tongcheng by car, stopping here and there along the way, but the journey wasn’t exhausting. Han Xiaoxiao and her group arrived first, and by the time they reached the Han family home, it was already afternoon.
Ji Yue’s voice was particularly pleasant—gentle, yet not gloomy. Every word carried a cold and sinister undertone, with an innate arrogance and the wild, regal charm of a demon king, even more striking than the famed Grand Protector of the ancestral house.
"What’s wrong?" Zhao Zhuanjin looked at Hu Zimei in astonishment. He really had no idea what he’d done wrong this time and stared at her, completely baffled.
Though it couldn’t be called shabby, compared to the luxurious and grand shops in the center of the marketplace, it did seem a bit humble.
Su Wanyue always felt something was off. The Xia family was the richest in the country, yet those two items were extremely valuable. Weren’t they in it for the money anymore?
"Summoning a few immortals is no problem," Jiang Ruyan said, closing her eyes, a special scent of cold plum blossoms drifting from her.
It seemed that whenever she agreed to remove the child from her womb, Lin Yixun would then restore Yi Linwei’s reputation.
Chen Fei did not continue to blame Lao Hu. After all, reproach was not the best solution. The best way was to let them grasp the true meaning through teaching, slowly becoming aware of their own shortcomings.
But then again, such a giant sword was certainly impressive. Arthur raised the sword high, let out a loud cry, and brought it down with a mighty chop, leaving a deep mark on the ground before him. Dust and debris flew everywhere.