48 The Back View

Seeing Wang Yi and Lu Zhong walk in together, Wang Si, who had been sitting with her hands on her knees and her chin propped up, hopped down from her chair and ran over to Wang Yi. She took the Spring Festival couplets and the "Fu" characters from his hands. As for Lu Zhong, he was not granted such treatment, but fortunately, Ma Shun—who had slipped into the room at some unknown moment—grinned and relieved Lu Zhong of his burden.

High-spirited in the rain, everyone suddenly felt much less cold and stood a little straighter. They all agreed that Lord Su lacked the oppressive aura typically felt around people of high status.

Resigning herself to her fate, she squeezed the broken incense burner in her arms, muttered an acknowledgement, and ignoring the hearty laughter behind her, turned tail and fled.

"Since you all possess the ability to tear this world apart, Linghui, why didn't you just use brute force back then to shatter the shackles of this world?" Chen Yang suddenly asked.

She had essentially hunted this pork herself, so since she was the one who got it, she had the right to decide who could eat it and who could not.

With a wave of his large hand, the world fragment entered the Soul Void Grotto-heaven, seamlessly fusing with it.

It wasn't until the voices of the supreme elders of the Thousand Feathers Sect rang out that the disciples snapped back to their senses and shouted in respectful compliance.

He thought back to his own youth, when he too had aspired to achieve great things, only to find himself ultimately back where he started.

Zhang Chen promised to gift her the White Dragon Heavenly Flame once the matter was concluded, and Wenren Mei left happily upon hearing this.

Such a massive treasure island was actually not occupied by any overly powerful existence; it seemed rather bizarre. Could this place be situated at the ends of the earth and far too remote for any formidable entity to reside here?

A flash of disdain crossed A-Jiu's eyes. *I thought you'd stay tough to the end, Young Master, but it turns out your spine only lasts for a mere moment.*

Jiuzhu waved her hand, about to leave, when a coughing sound caught her attention. A slender, frail figure came into view. The young man's features were somewhat haggard, his face pale, and his thin lips pressed into a tight line. Yet, his appearance was striking, almost like that of a delicate young woman.

***

Once the Pantheon Corporation was fully established, it would be the moment for Wan Qi to expand into other industries, construct an industrial chain, and build her massive economic empire.

To suddenly faint out of nowhere, for no apparent reason, and remain unresponsive—that he didn't lose his mind was a testament to his composure.

Jiang Shangyue raised her head and only then realized that Linghu in front of her was actually wearing white pajamas. The collar of the pajamas hung wide open and very loose, exposing a large expanse of his chest. His pale chest gleamed with a faint, alluring glow that made her desperately want to lean in and take a lick.

However, Yuan Shuo was clearly overthinking things. Wan Qi had said he was here, but she had never said she was sleeping here with him.

"You speak first then, and don't call me sister-in-law, just call me Li Ru." Li Ru no longer wanted to have any ties with the Li family.

"What of it? The emperor is far away, and in his fief, a prince reigns supreme and is naturally pampered," Yuan Yu smiled, unconcerned.

None of the villagers were wealthy. For so many years in Youli Village, although they lived by the lake, transportation had been isolated in the early days, forcing everyone to scratch a living from the soil. With heavy living pressures and endless expenses for every family, the amount of money they could save was severely limited.

"You!" A-Jiu looked at Ning Fei's smug expression, completely at a loss for words. Heart-weary—utterly heart-weary! Was it still too late to break off ties with this fellow now?

Mingxin could guarantee that not even princes and princesses had as many "attendants" as she did. After all, no matter how many lackeys a celebrity or aristocrat had, in terms of sheer popularity, how could they compare to harmony stars?

"You are Feng Qingqing. Feng Yu told me everything—that you invited me here to treat your mother's vegetative state. Now, take me to see your mother so I can examine her condition first," Taoist Master Jiuzhen said to Feng Qingqing.

"Please, this absolutely must arrive by this afternoon." Her expression had already soured as she spoke these words.

If Shiyi felt she could always keep fighting—both Shiyi and Chu Beichen were busy, and their time together was scarce—it would do nothing to deepen their relationship.

***

Qian Xining looked at the commotion below, then at Ji Changda. At that moment, she felt like dying. *Ji Changda, why did you have to do this? We grew up together; couldn't you give me a chance?*

Then Beiming Ao scooped up Leng Yuehuang and strode toward the bathhouse, leaving a single sentence behind for the dumbfounded Zhan Kong and the others.

It had been agreed that Li Dairuo would be the one sent, and Imperial Noble Consort Yue had already explicitly refused the Li family's intention to send Li Lanqi into the palace. Yet now, through a clumsy blunder, what was done could no longer be undone.

Hearing the sound, Tang Miaomiao lifted her aching neck and looked out the window. As it turned out, it was already time for dinner.

Li Rujun watched, but there was no sign of anger on her face. A smile graced her features as she walked toward the school with complete composure.

He was also a pitiable father. Sharing the same experience as a father, Yang Yong felt profound empathy. He patted a nearby stone, smiled, motioned for Jamie to sit beside him, handed him a cigar, and then asked.

Yet as soon as he finished taking it, he couldn't help frowning. Ever since Old Master Li had him take the first pill, this one made the eighth.

That's right, these twelve giants were none other than the metal giant puppets that Fang Tianyuan had previously produced. Having completed the engineering tasks of constructing the Dao Palace, these metal giants once again assumed their roles as the guardians of this Dao Palace realm.