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Chapter 29
“Then take your time and develop things with him… Mom thinks his personality suits you very well. But I won’t force you. After all, it’s your own love and marriage—only you should make the decision.”
Jian’s mother was remarkably open-minded.
General Ye was utterly shocked. He even blurted out a curse, shouting, “Good heavens!” … Panda, on the other hand, stared fixedly at the enormous serpent. His eyes couldn’t move away from its massive head.
To be honest, I wasn’t in the mood to joke around. If anyone traced this incident back to me, everything that happened today would be exposed. And I hadn’t told Sister Yu’er about any of it. If she found out, would she ever trust me again?
His gaze was so affectionate—like the deepest sea. Jian Ning felt herself drowning in it. Clutching the blanket tightly, she nodded, feeling both apologetic and at peace.
Many of the people passing by were heirs of noble families participating in the peerage evaluation tournament. And men—well, most had a weakness for such pleasures. In this world, such indulgence wasn’t forbidden at all; in fact, it was openly encouraged. So even those who knew each other well shared a silent, mutual understanding about it.
Ron returned to the academy, burdened by heavy thoughts. When he reached the dormitory door, he saw a familiar figure waiting—Karen.
Although he and Agatha were officially engaged, and according to their families’ agreement they were to be married within the next year, the two had never shared any intimate gestures—not even holding hands. Yet now, they were embracing so affectionately.
Old Jiang was busy bonding with his new colleagues and had no time to come, so I had no choice but to bring Panda along for the meeting.
Inside the chest were ten thousand-year-old spirit herbs! Ten of them, in fact. There were also countless pill recipes, several silver scrolls, and a number of ancient relics radiating a profound, timeless aura.
At that moment, Long Tian truly understood what it meant that you can’t reason with a drunk. A drunken man hears no one but the voice inside his own heart.
Ye Kai mused, “During that bloody battle nineteen years ago, many in the martial world mysteriously disappeared. Far more vanished than those who died outside Plum Blossom Temple.”
Ding Linglin listened intently.
In any era, ordinary citizens without power or influence always feel an instinctive fear toward members of the state’s violent machinery—especially when caught in wrongdoing and at a disadvantage. That fear multiplies tenfold under pressure.
The Lü family was a newly risen clan. Before they became successful, no one knew or cared where their distant relatives were. But once his father took over his grandfather’s business and it flourished, those long-lost aunts and uncles suddenly began reappearing one after another.
Now there was a real knife pressed against her throat. One swift stroke, and her life would be over.
“It should be fine. But you can take the shuttle down and work with the big ones below. That’ll put you on the front line,” Captain Kajio said jokingly.
“Mr. Lin, please, have a seat,” Wang Tianhe gestured to the chair beside the table. Lin Di sat down silently without a word.
She lowered her head in embarrassment. Some people were simply beautiful for a reason—beauty born from the heart. I finally understood that saying.
Back then, Guan Xiaojun was one of those half-rejected candidates. Though he made it into university, it wasn’t a good one. And ironically, the worse the school, the higher the tuition. During those years, he barely made it through thanks to Guan Yang’s support and a few scholarships.
Dongfang Wenyin shot Liang Daya a hateful glare, rinsed her feet in the paddy water, put on her straw sandals, and left.
Look at them—got nothing, just sitting there fishing miserably. And that Xu Zhan? Completely useless.
Moonlight flooded the pavilion like frost, flowing like water. Du Gu Feng and Song Yuzhi sat shoulder to shoulder before the bamboo railing. Their gazes met under the gentle glow, Song Yuzhi’s cheeks flushed, still warm from the passion of the mountain song festival they had just attended.
“Sister!” Jin Feng frowned worriedly; this seemed much harder than she’d expected, and she called anxiously to her younger sibling.
“I am Tu Shan,” said the old butler respectfully, cupping his hands. “May I ask how to address you, fellow cultivator?”
Lin Feng frowned slightly and replied, “Steward Tu Shan, let’s get straight to the point. I want all formation disks of Yellow Rank or higher.” When he finished speaking, his face was expressionless as he stared coldly at Tu Shan.
“Lin Feng, what are you doing?”
The aura of a Rune Master, Level Eight, burst forth as it pressed down toward Lin Feng.
Only on the final day did he remember that Mingyue was supposed to gather with the others to depart for Huaying Sect. Panicking, he hurriedly went to the West Market to buy supplies—five mid-grade spirit talismans, including three Thunderstorm Talismans and two Giant Shield Talismans—just in case.
At Chang’an’s city gates, there were no checkpoints. The guards were merely maintaining symbolic order.
The Skystrike Sword hit an invisible wall of air more than a zhang from Su Fu, letting out the sharp, metallic shriek of clashing blades. It split like flowing water, parting in two streams past his sides, narrowly missing the wooden beams above, before circling gracefully back to Su Tong’s hands.
Kou Zhong’s expression turned cold. He immediately realized the ill intent in their eyes—most likely lusting after Susu’s beauty. It wasn’t his first time dealing with such people.
The sharp sword shot forth—the Dragon’s Soul-Piercing Strike—like an arrow from the bowstring, piercing the demon dragon and leaving a massive hole three hundred zhang wide through its body.
When Su Chenyu finally returned to Peng City, school had already been open for what felt like eight centuries. The senior class, especially the graduates, had been in their final sprint since the eighth day of the first lunar month.
“My father calculated that Yiyi was a disaster star. Before she was even born, he wanted to remove the threat to our entire clan. But your mother was already full-term—it was too late for an abortion. And as a mother of three myself back then, I couldn’t bear to let an innocent life perish. So I begged him to let you be born safely.”
