Volume 1, Chapter 61: What Business Do You Have Asking Me About Your Brother Shang?

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Watching Shang Chen and Song Yi leave together, Zhang Qiuyun began to pace anxiously.

She had thought that, thanks to her instigation, a rift had formed in their relationship. Never had she expected things to turn out quite the opposite; Brother Shang was still treating Song Yi wonderfully, and Song Yi was not angry with him at all.

If this continued, when would she ever complete her task and get the five hundred yuan promised by Ji Wenqian, along with the official position in the art troupe?

No, this wouldn't do.

The abyss suddenly plunged into darkness, leaving Lin Tian unable to see anything at all. Yet, his ears pricked up, tightly locking onto the position of the five-paced flying snake. With a single fluid motion, he lashed out six consecutive times, every single blade accurately striking the creature.

When he looked again, it had vanished completely, making Wang Xi think it was merely an illusion, leaving only playful amusement in his eyes.

Apart from the differing dimensions and varying hours of sunlight, compared to the vast distance between the Earth and the Sun, such a minor issue was practically not worth mentioning.

Yet, if all of this were merely a dream, why did it feel so vivid and realistic? Jun Buyu had experienced countless dreams of all sorts before, but not a single one had ever felt this real. Everything he saw and felt lacked the illusory, fleeting nature of a dream.

The night grew deeper. As the late hours arrived, the surroundings gradually fell silent. Exhausted from their long and dusty journey, the group either lay deep in slumber upon their beds or sat in quiet, focused meditation. Lin Tian also sat cross-legged on his bed, yet as the deep night wore on, he still found it impossible to calm his mind and cultivate.

Unfortunately, human calculations cannot outmatch the heavens. Who could have foreseen that the Murong family would suffer such a catastrophic disaster? To outsiders, their family was now like a plague god, feared by everyone who laid eyes on them. Not a single person dared to approach them, let alone those pragmatic businessmen.

This was all because Sheng Jiahui failed to heed the crucial precautions necessary during a rapid descent; one cannot simply grab or touch anything at random. The neck area, in particular, was extremely delicate, and a careless tug could instantly cause tightness in the chest and shortness of breath.

Beyond that, Nangong Changyun harbored no other thoughts. At most, he would simply continue living his life exactly as before, entirely unaffected, and when the time came to avenge his deep grievances, he would still strike with ruthless severity.

As it turned out, that flight did crash after taking off, yet he failed to cheat death. Not only did he die himself, but he also dragged his entire family down with him, because the aircraft inexplicably altered its course after departure and ultimately crashed directly above his family's villa.

This was a situation he had never encountered before; his perceptive abilities, much like those of the deities in this universe, were unable to pierce through the unfathomably mysterious dark void.

He waved a hand in front of his face to dispel the smoke, holding his breath in sheer dismay—just how much secondhand smoke would one inhale from a single breath like that?

Even though the Emperor had been married to the Empress Dowager for many years and she remained the mother of only the eldest prince, he had never allowed himself to be controlled by her despite the relentless pressure from the imperial court. It was from that time onward that she began to envy the Empress Dowager, and perhaps even harbor hatred toward her.

The martial souls, innate talents, and spirit rings acquired through this life simulation were obviously not within Su Xing's current consideration.

About an hour and a half later, the two youths soared through the clouds, facing the eastern sea breeze, and arrived above the sky of Penghu Bay.

For the Yiyun Temple lineage to possess such influence now, it was clear they had existed in Dali for more than a day or two. Since Father An was a court official of the imperial government, he surely could not have failed to anticipate Dali Lan's future plans, and thus he must have been well aware of the latter's concerns.

Upon seeing the content circulating online, Elder Huo instantly dialed his precious grandson's phone in a panic to verify the truth of the reports.

They would also do everything in their power to divulge everything they knew in exchange for a sole chance at survival.

Su Xing muttered to himself, casting his gaze toward Tang San's left hand as he thought, The Clear Sky Hammer must be right there in Tang San's left hand, shouldn't it?

If it were merely a matter of Tang San failing to find a suitable spirit beast, Flender probably wouldn't have been this irritated. The real problem was that his own direct disciple, the lecherous phoenix Ma Hongjun, hadn't encountered a suitable spirit beast either.