Chapter 51: Enjoyed the Show?

Gu Huaizheng felt a bit embarrassed listening to the quarrel. He turned his head and saw his wife carrying a broom, heading to the eastern end of the veranda, then hiding in a corner and sweeping back and forth. He thought perhaps he hadn’t cleaned that spot thoroughly, but seeing her ear pressed almost against the wall, he couldn’t help but find it amusing. So his wife liked to eavesdrop on couples arguing!

"You’re always making trouble, you old hag! Am I ever any different? It’s just today you’ve taken a special dislike to me."

From the direction of the command headquarters, a commotion seemed to be brewing. This struck Yu Tian Dongdu as odd. Yet this Moonwatch Pavilion was perched atop a high platform, surrounded on all sides by treacherous rocks and dense woods—there was nowhere to hide. The only way out had already been blocked by the emperor himself.

Chen Rong was momentarily stunned. She looked up to see that the person pulling her along was a burly man of about thirty, dressed as a guard. He looked familiar; as Chen Rong gazed at him, her eyes unconsciously followed the line of the lake.

Now that Hua Ziyi knew Tang Xin’s true identity, she had no choice but to treat her with utmost caution. After all, within the Art Academy, Tang Xin’s status was akin to that of a god.

A guttural roar erupted from He Qingfan’s throat, a sound full of unwillingness. His right hand stretched out, and a sword covered in blood-red energy appeared in his grasp—the Slaying Immortal Sword, endowed with supreme power, able to destroy all things.

Meanwhile, Jin Soyan had already seized the chance to flee the car accident scene and rushed straight to the Nangong Group headquarters.

Fushun’s silence did not escape Xia Chun’s notice. The dissonance in his heart became a little clearer, leaving him slightly agitated. He waved Fushun away.

Gu Chen, seeing how terrifyingly strong that force was, quickly activated Thunder Mourning, using lightning to form an electric shield between himself and Jun Hui.

A man named Gu Fengshan gave a cold snort, and in an instant, the face of a middle-aged man with skin as smooth as jade appeared before the crowd.

Kang Gao seemed to be speaking to Gao Longcang, but also as if he were talking to himself. So many things had been bottled up in his heart for so long, driving him nearly mad. Now, having finally found someone he could confide in, he poured everything out without reservation.

At present, the cargo ship was under the direction of “the Three Heroes of the Hai Clan” and their associates. The task of seizing ships at sea fell to the regular army, but the job of transporting them back was entrusted to these plainclothes soldiers, to avoid sparking military conflict between nations.

Mei Xuelian didn’t get angry at this; on the contrary, she seemed full of confidence, which puzzled Pan Yuhong beside her. He couldn’t understand how Mei Xuelian knew so much about the events of the cold, rainy night, and with such certainty.

Given the support of the Void Ring and the refined Celestial Silkworm Ash, Han Hai and Xia Huju could now hold their own against a two-star Magus Warrior.

As for those assassins whose cultivation had only reached the peak of the Imperial level, they spat out blood, their eyes bursting open with a pop before collapsing lifeless to the ground—clearly dead.

They had never smashed such an expensive car in their lives. Though they felt a pang of regret, the excitement far outweighed it.

Zhuang Qingqing felt uneasy. To herself, everything she’d just done seemed like a joke, but at the time, it had all felt perfectly natural, with no sense of incongruity—was she really that afraid of so-called ghosts?

"Who has the time to be angry with you? Are you going to leave or not?" Ye Zihan glared again, and her look made it clear that if Gong Shaoqing didn’t answer, she would throw him out herself.

"Qingqing? Come to the office for a moment!" The plump editor wiped sweat from his brow as he called out, interrupting Zhuang Qingqing’s train of thought.

"Did I even mess up the final arrangements..." Itachi’s voice was tinged with sorrow—he had only wanted to make one last effort for the village.

"Who are you?" Cang Jintong stared at Chen Nan in confusion. Chen Nan had been gone for two years, and he himself was new here, so he had never heard of him.

She had never once looked Chen Nan in the eye, but now, she gave him a second glance and saw his angular face, a hint of wildness in his expression, and a deep, weathered look in his eyes imbued with powerful self-assurance. To see such boldness and dominance in someone only at the second level of Dragon Transformation left her momentarily spellbound.