Volume One, Chapter 22: This Man Is Clearly Wen Xuyu's Lover

One who seeks knowledge does not necessarily have to be a young child; even an elderly person may pursue learning, for knowledge knows no boundaries and wisdom no end.

Since he changed his name, he had given up the habit of hitting and kicking people at will, but his demeanor had only grown colder and more ruthless.

After confidently declaring, “We are all men,” and, “I hope you won’t resort to underhanded tricks,” the Tower gazed expectantly at Huo Long, waiting for his response.

At this point, Lu Tao was already looking forward to what would happen tonight. After all, Tang Jinfen was a single mother; by all accounts, she must be quite lonely—so he thought.

And then there was Wang Mu, that scoundrel who’d abandoned his job and even dared to force me, Fan Tong, at knifepoint to drink wine laced with cigarette ash.

“Yes, General!” The scout scrambled to his feet. When he looked again at Liang Zhongnian, seated at the town’s gate, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of respect, quickly followed by overwhelming shame. He had, of course, heard the tales of this Sword Immortal Liang.

A fiery passion ignited in Han Peng’s eyes, his words growing more fervent with each sentence. No matter how many precious minerals he produced in exchange for Wang Fengyu’s materials information, Wang Fengyu remained tight-lipped.

The opportunity was just right to push someone forward, and now he even suspected that Lu Yuan’an’s incident might have been orchestrated entirely by Lu Manman herself.

The phone’s ringtone earlier was not an actual call but an alarm she had set to ring at just the right moment.

Ye Jinyu muttered “rascal” under her breath, yet obediently recounted the conversation she’d had with Qi Guanyu.

The heat upon her lips intensified, the pressure growing stronger. When pain flared, she suddenly raised her foot and, without thinking, stomped down hard...

“Shuxian, I may not be able to give you what you want.” Qin Aotian held his wine glass, but did not take a sip.

Sometimes, Qiu Lingyang still thought it was better to remain unknown and unremarkable; that way, she could simply do what she wished, smiling only at those she wanted to.

She was indeed curious, for regarding that failed marriage, Qin Shijin had never spoken a word, and Lu Zhanyan was equally oblivious. In her heart, she still bore some resentment toward Tong An—why, in front of so many people, did he have to humiliate him and make him the laughingstock of the entire port city?

Qian Mo was pulled along by Su Qingying, his heart brimming with joy. Perhaps Su Qingying had already acknowledged their relationship to her mother.

Strangely, in that instant when she saw him, all the turmoil within simply vanished.

Cuilan sat behind her counter, beaming as she watched the gentry pass by, her eyes wide and unblinking as she took in their lavish attire and ornaments.

The things she could do indeed required powerful excuses; such a drifting, enigmatic master as she had invented was the perfect alibi.

After much searching, they finally found Feng Hua in the corner, eyes closed in a lazy repose, sprawled comfortably in the chair, wrapped in the very character for beauty itself, sleeping contentedly.

A man’s face drifted slowly before her eyes, the scene unfolding as if a film paused on a single, lingering frame.

“Thank you, Teacher Ying,” Tang San said, a fleeting glint of gratitude crossing his otherwise emotionless face—gone in a moment, noticed only by Ying Su.

“Yes, but this money is all my own; I haven’t used a single cent from the company, so it shouldn’t concern you,” An Qi replied, fully aware of the purpose behind his visit, but utterly indifferent.

Her mind conjured the image of Su Qingying: her exquisite, beautiful features, her fair neck, her slender wrists—every part seemed as delicate as if it would yield to the lightest touch.

Of course—Uncle Hunter, once a Soul Hunter Grandmaster, had slain countless soul specters and phantom beasts, and inevitably accumulated a number of hidden injuries along the way.

At this moment, Shen Xiyu did not know if it was fear or something else—she only felt chilled to the bone. She returned to her room and curled up in a corner.

Originally, An Qi and Gu Yuchen had agreed to celebrate for both mothers at once, but due to work, Gu Yuchen could not leave, and since Gu’s mother insisted on An Qi’s company, An Qi could only stay in Hong Kong with her, then return to the mainland to be with her own mother.

After seeing her to the bathroom to wash up, and watching her settle into bed, Lu Mian left a nightlight on for her before returning to his own room.

The butler immediately returned to the dining room and led Su Chieng out. Inside, Sister Fei had already peeled and sliced the oranges, ready to be juiced.

Meanwhile, the golden light kept expanding, the blood pool’s waters outside ceased to flow, and the combatants within stopped fighting. Everything froze—save for Zhong Peng, everything else was locked in place.

While Jia Dongfeng inspected the armor, a palace servant glanced toward the canopy bed, letting her gaze linger a moment on Zhen Liancheng before lowering her eyes again.

Once the Endless Path had been refined to a certain degree, a single strike could unleash the power of three thousand magical treasures. But now, with Yun Tian’s mana still weak, he could only muster a trace of the Endless Path’s infinite power. Even when the Endless Path assumed the form of other treasures, it could only wield two types of power. There was still a long way to go before he could unleash its full might.

“If you’re not a cultivator, what are you doing here? Even a flower guardian should have some strength! Hahaha!” The hall erupted in laughter.

Luo Xi took a spirit-replenishing pill. Just now, Luo had used his spiritual energy to nourish her depleted meridians; now, as long as she restored her own energy, all would be well.

Finding Gu Xi was no trouble; his class consisted of only Qiu Ruoshui, who took up a whole section of seats. With a glance, he spotted Gu Xi, raising his brows at him in a show of smugness.