Volume One, Chapter 76: Wen Xuyu Cooks Personally

Qin Buyi surmised that these three were the leaders of the Aunt’s group. They hadn’t died, but had simply gone into hiding somewhere. The Linyang City Bureau had dispatched a large police force to seal off the area around Wandao Lake, ensuring the three could not leave its vicinity.

“I’ll let you know when the time comes; naturally, a servant will escort you there,” Gumi Doss replied with his ever-present smile. One couldn’t help but wonder if his face was a mask, for he had been smiling for so long without the slightest hint of fatigue.

She rose and returned to the wooden cabin. She didn’t want to break her promise to the child. In her mind, at worst, she’d just treat her as a toy—so long as she kept a close eye on her and didn’t let her break anything, it would be fine. Besides, perhaps in the process of tinkering, she’d encounter difficulties and give up on her own.

Qin Buyi opened the window, and in the distance, the shimmering waves of Wandao Lake were visible. He closed the window again and drew the curtains.

Having received the answer he wanted, he cheerfully made his way to Yan Shao’s room. Within, Yan Shao was, as always, sitting with eyes closed, quietly meditating.

Suddenly, she found herself missing her old friends. What was Yan Shao doing? How were things in the southwest? And… Zuo Junlin. He had killed the Saint King, whom she despised deeply; he had killed her third uncle, for which she hated him to the core. Yet, perhaps because of this deep-seated hatred, she had never once forgotten him.

Lu Cang frowned but didn’t answer. Instead, he gestured toward the living room and said, “Sit wherever you like; help yourself to some water.” Then he began pacing silently at the doorway to his room.

With their hands bound behind the stone pillar, the exquisite curves of the two women were outlined perfectly, so much so that even the workers quarrying stone nearby couldn’t help but sneak glances at them. These men, long separated from their wives, secretly wondered what it would be like to hold such beauties in their arms.

Mu Xiao, wounded by a hidden force, spat a jet of blood, his body flung uncontrollably into the bottomless depths of the Sorrowful Gorge.

Seeing the corpse demon lunge toward him, he steadied his mind and drew from his belt a vermilion cord as thick as a thumb, with a coffin nail tied at each end.

Su Ying’er hung her head, a lump in her throat making it impossible to speak. Tears streamed down her face in a total breakdown. She missed Yifan so terribly—how could she not want to see him? She only wanted to stay by his side forever, but… was that possible?

Liu Qianyan and Ziling exchanged a glance. Though they had only spoken a single sentence since meeting, they felt an inexplicable sense of kinship.

Jiaoyu looked at his expression and couldn’t help but be taken aback. She gave Wu Chenfei some brief instructions, told him to sit cross-legged on the ground, and began to slowly recite the incantation.

A chaotic city was hard to endure for ordinary people, but for Shen Shisan and his companions, it was a blessing—for in such a city, it was much easier to gather information.

Ai Qingyu had nothing to hide from Xu Kexin and told her openly that she had come to Nanyun Mountain to seek a marriage fate.

No matter how much time passed, she still remembered vividly her first kill—what it was like and why she did it.

However, the Lady of the House had calculated everything meticulously, but she failed to anticipate that Xiao Lingxiao hadn’t put any focus on the matter of the drug at all.

Normally, the Celestial Hound was always cheerful and joking, but this was the first time he showed such a look of helpless melancholy. And Yaksha, who had previously hugged Shen Shisan, had revealed a smile for the first time—a smile that Shen Shisan had never seen before.

After half a day of this, the least-injured of the snowmen finally stopped, a wary look in his eyes.

Xiao Lingxiao smiled faintly. Watching the Fourth Prince fill her cup to the brim, she deliberately swayed as though drunk, nearly collapsing softly into his arms.

Zhang Tian’s attire was extremely plain, and he was only a mid-level mage; therefore, no one paid him any mind. Even the guards in the mansion thought capturing him would be no big deal.

Still, he didn’t dwell on this issue—he knew such worries were pointless.

“What a domineering force,” Jin Zeming murmured as Jiang Huairen charged at him with both fists. Without holding back, Jin Zeming unleashed the power of a Heaven-rank, meeting the attack with a simple straight punch.

But as the days passed, when he had waited at the door for a week, and Gao Chengjun called again to ask about his progress, he finally began to grow anxious.

Qin Zhao knew that, deep down, the Sea Beast Yaksha was anxious too, but as he watched the minutes and seconds tick by, he could no longer remain calm. Regardless of whether or not he would be disturbing Yaksha’s thoughts, he decided he had to ask about its plan.

Leaving the teahouse, Zhang Tian vaguely sensed that someone was following him. Surveying the street, he couldn’t spot anyone suspicious. Thinking back to how he had entered the city, it suddenly occurred to him that perhaps it was the people from the Myriad Immortals Sect. With the continental war having just ended, a certain level of vigilance was necessary.

After she had finished dressing, Lang Xiaoyue wanted to take Murong Qingran to the magistrate’s office for a grand meal, but was refused. Murong Qingran wanted to leave the city—a vague unease had taken root in her heart, leaving her unable to care about anything else.

She had never commanded troops nor fought in wars. Although she had killed, it was always on a whim or according to her mood, never requiring wisdom. Though Xuanyuan Che was also an emperor, when it came to true substance, he was no match for Beiming Hanxuan.

“Big brother, do you think the rumors are true? Two massive forces in Su Province at war, with tens of thousands involved and thousands of evolvers?” Wang Xunyang asked.

After shouting, Qin Zhao was instantly dumbfounded, for what he’d imagined didn’t happen. Zhang Xiaoyi and Li Jing didn’t jump out of bed to “take revenge” on him for his yelling, but continued sleeping peacefully.

Am I someone who trades with evil gods, treating this world as a playground, as a game—a thrill-seeking adventurer?

“No!” Facing the oncoming sword light, Su Yidao finally roared in fury, and the myriad blades of light before him vanished instantly.

A cold sword rested against the legion commander’s neck. The long princess, expressionless, her scarlet eyes fixed unblinkingly upon him.

“You’re not going to help?” Ye Shihua asked anxiously. Last time, Lan Xin and Liu Qingqing almost fell into danger when they joined forces to catch a thief.

Wang Ge saw no sign of a Reaper nearby. Could it be that the one he thought he saw after getting off the bus a few minutes before was simply a mistake?

Luca and Ollie had already run to the nearest house, crouching below the window and looking back.