Chapter 32: Farewell
With quite a few pieces of luggage, Duan Chenxing arranged for a sidecar motorcycle and, together with one of his men, delivered the siblings’ belongings to the train station. The siblings themselves rode with Gu Huaizheng in the mechanical plant’s vehicle to the station. Their uncle had also arranged a car early on, bringing their aunt and He Ma along to see the siblings off at the station.
In this era, the train station was the main hub for passenger travel; at any time of day, it was a sea of people. On the platform and in the trains, the crowds surged, people rubbing shoulders and squeezing forward with every step.
These past days, Li Qingwu had not appeared again, but Lan Ling’er didn’t dwell on it—what was meant to happen would happen in due course.
“The usual won’t do today. We have guests—bring out all the signature dishes from your restaurant,” Old Yun waved with an air of command, clearly intent on treating them like fat sheep to be fleeced.
Lin Duoduo knew she couldn’t just leave like this. If she did, her relationship with Lan Yanfeng would only deteriorate further.
Yuan Qingdan, seeing Yuan Qingfeng remain silent, took out her purse and handed it to him.
She soothed her gently, then brought a cup of warm water, which the other drank before feeling a little better.
At these words, Ye Feng, disguised as Feng Ye, almost couldn’t contain his laughter. It seemed last night’s scenario was being replayed, just in a different form! Well, it was just a fight—did they really need to pick an auspicious day for that? As if it were a wedding to ward off bad luck.
The kindly guard squeezed the porcelain bottle in his hand—perhaps, as the young lord claimed, it truly was a supreme Body Tempering Pill among all such pills.
Xiao Yiran didn’t have time to explain before Old Master Xiao’s confident voice interrupted him.
Both he and Yuan Qingrou had advanced together, breaking through to the eighth tier of Body Tempering, and were now not far from the ninth.
The Peach Blossom Ballad matched her clothing perfectly. Yet as Lan Ling’er glanced at Dongfang Yi, she saw subtle anger flicker in his usually calm eyes. He must have just realized that Lan Xuewu was wearing the very clothes he’d sent to the Lan residence.
The scene was chaotic, but the disciples of the Primitive Immortal Sect proved themselves exceptional, quickly forming ranks.
Ye Shaoyang was speechless—so many people cared about his love life, yet his mind was a muddle.
“After refining the True Immortal Law, one’s cultivation naturally receives a tremendous boost. Unfortunately, stepping into the True Immortal Realm still requires a stroke of fortune,” said King Roc.
His house wasn’t very large; finding that water ladle wasn’t difficult. It took less than two minutes to locate it on the eastern side of the house.
The travel plans for the eldest branch were soon settled. Since Old Madam Yu was “in poor health,” Second Madam Duan had suggested postponing the journey until spring, but everyone opposed her. In the end, they compromised by taking the water route: sailing south along the Taiping River to Kangcheng, then transferring to the Dong River toward Guihai, before heading north along the coast and finally returning to the capital.
Now, Villa led an army of more than ten thousand peasants and had surrounded the city of Chihuahua. With all sides besieged and Garcia’s courage shattered, he was utterly demoralized—how could he possibly withstand Villa’s assault?
When their elemental cultivation reached a certain level, further progress became exceedingly difficult. At that point, they focused more on enhancing their fighting spirit to increase their strength. But by then, their fighting spirit was already formidable, making the process of refining and purifying it as hard as ascending to the heavens.
Back at the hotel, I sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag. My mind sifted through the recent events: first, there was still a year left before saving Old Wang; second, the deadly aura from Dao Xu would lurk in my body for three years; and third, the stutterer had returned.
If it weren’t for Jia Xu’s golden peak rank, he’d have died long ago from repeatedly using such vast area-of-effect skills.
“The Emperor of a Single Step.” Ji Yuchen, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them and looked toward the Hall of Ten Directions.
Since she wanted to take advantage of my ignorance and cowardice, I might as well be utterly ignorant and cowardly in front of her.