Chapter Forty-Eight

“Of course, my son, what this grandfather says is all true! You must firmly believe that your team will be the last to laugh!” Hugo ruffled his son's hair without the slightest reservation.

From this list, it was clear that Xiangyang had only written part of it; another section remained unwritten. If he were to write that out, who knew what kind of extraordinary things might emerge.

On the other side of the computer, sitting at the desk, Qiu Mu frowned slightly upon seeing the question sent from the other party.

Earlier in the meeting, he couldn’t quite recall everyone willing to go with him; he would need to carefully sort through and select suitable candidates.

This was a reckless act—just holding it was already brazen. If such behavior were carried out, Zhao Yina would surely deal with him harshly.

“Forget it, let’s not mention that! Anyway, with me around, you better not mess about. Moji didn’t get in, but next time, maybe I can get you in for some fun!” Hugo threatened.

Translated, it meant: The vast grasslands stretched out like a carpet, everywhere covered in greenery. The evening breeze carried the faint, melodious, and intermittent sound of a shepherd’s flute. The shepherd, returning from tending the flock and having eaten his fill at dusk, lay on the grass gazing at the full moon without even removing his raincoat.

New media also had major shareholders—Fenning West—but earlier agreements had clearly stipulated Fenning West had no say in this matter and held a low status; thus, Hugo never considered Fenning West’s feelings.

Yet, some things were terrifyingly direct—they came from one’s own people.

Though they rarely interacted, their kinship was not distant. Therefore, after a nod of polite greeting, Shen Zhezi quickly entered to pay respects to Wen Qiao.

Tenth Uncle’s body trembled a few times, his eyes unwillingly fixed on Lin Fan, before he collapsed to the ground, life fading away.

***

Besides the City Lord’s Mansion, the deity of the Xuan Shui Prefecture was accompanied by a man radiating an incredibly powerful aura. This man exuded a chilling frostiness, lowering the temperature within a hundred meters dramatically.

Suddenly, a melodious yet chilling voice came from behind Zhang Kaiqiang. When he turned, he saw Biluo—her breathtaking beauty instantly pacified his temper.

The light grew ever brighter, and a massive long sword appeared, slicing through mountains and rivers, cleaving the sky as it descended heavily upon Wen Qingye from above.

Regarding this, Wu Shisan found it quite significant. The Bermuda area was no simple place; it was filled with all sorts of unpredictable factors.

Sending Sha Wujing back to bring Sun Wukong was obviously impossible. Even if he came, Sun Wukong would refuse to submit, likely causing chaos that would have to be suppressed again by the Buddha.

Yao Mian watched Ye Tianchen’s retreating figure; the smile on her face finally vanished, and tears welled in her beautiful eyes. She knew she meant nothing to Ye Tianchen’s heart.

Liu Yuntao and Deputy Palace Master Shen, upon hearing Ye Tianchen’s reply, were filled with shock and confusion.

Watching Qiu He’s departing figure, Shen Zhezi’s eyes gleamed with sharp light. If it were only a matter of humiliating Zhu Gongfu, he might have other options; giving it to outsiders would be harder to control. Involving the Qiu family was a decision made after careful consideration to gain greater maneuvering space.

“Sis, I don’t agree. Didn’t we agree earlier that I would name my two nephews? How can you go back on your word? Besides, what name did you just give?” Qian Duoduo first expressed displeasure, then grew curious about what name Qian Mimi had chosen.

“Brother Jian, I heard clearly; let him bear the consequences of his arrogance.” The emperor, who had quietly followed, couldn’t help but appear and speak out, clearly detesting the Sword King’s stubbornness.

Though he had observed for some time and believed Qian Mimi was not ambitious, she hadn’t given a clear explanation. Of course, anyone could say they wouldn’t participate in worldly conflicts, but the increasing number of secret guards claiming self-defense was harder to justify.

***

At this very moment, Pei Min was not the only one patiently awaiting the announcement of the imperial examination results; thousands of scholars eagerly awaited their chance to leap through the Dragon Gate, anxiously looking forward.

In this critical moment, a high-pitched voice suddenly echoed in my mind. Who was it? My heart jolted—could it truly be Qiongqi speaking to me?

Perhaps the bald man and the red-haired man had been deceived by her or were her creditors. Luo Qianfan had come to confront Li Rui, demanding to know why she lied and to repay her debts. Yet at this moment, Luo Qianfan felt pity for her.

“You’re also a practitioner of the Immortal Way; then why didn’t you intervene when attacked last night?” Only a hot-blooded young person like Huang Yu dared to ask a queen dowager such a direct question.

Hu Feifei’s attempt to invite Lu Ming failed; Lu Ming said a minister in the imperial capital had invited him to dinner and he had no time to attend their event. Hu Feifei suspected he was bluffing—someone like him attending the national beggars' conference was more believable.

Lu Ming’s expression shifted slightly. Qin Xu’s words made sense; military camps were different from other places—every soldier had to keep the chain of command in mind at all times.

“It suits you, but that doesn’t mean you have to stay. I promised Old Wolf I’d always take care of you. Come with me, and I won’t let your life be worse than it is here.” Kate hadn’t expected Xiao to refuse her.