Volume One, Chapter 80: Protecting Ningxia

The next moment, Su Ningxia turned and walked away without hesitation, paying no mind to whatever Ye Ying was saying behind her.
"I’ve already informed Aunt. Just wait for her to take you home!" Ye Ying stamped her foot in anger. Her mind was filled with visions of Su Ningxia divorcing Qin Zhaochuan and herself being with him. With Qin Zhaochuan’s looks, which girl in the village wouldn’t be drawn to him? Anyone who saw him would be smitten; she was no exception.
Three hundred million was only a tenth of Nakamura Yasushi’s total savings; spending it as an experiment was hardly an issue.
Elsewhere, at that moment, Su Junyue, on her way back to the Su Residence, encountered the last person she wished to see: Wu Zhaoyue.
Because Xiahou Dun himself favored wielding spears and staves, the guards in his residence were all equipped with such weapons.
"It’s just imitation, really—looks the part, but lacks the spirit. However, if I could watch a few more times, learning a technique or two wouldn’t be too difficult."
Even now, Tachibana Mio believed she held Murakami Maki’s weakness firmly in her grasp, acting with increasing audacity.
That night at karaoke, after being roughly overwhelmed by Murakami Maki, Kato Naeba not only didn’t feel angry; instead, the memory made her heart race.
Li Qi had never been convinced since he was reprimanded at the café; he couldn’t believe his grandfather would seek wisdom from a fifteen-year-old boy. Today, he was determined to embarrass Zhao Fusheng.
She wanted to say she hadn’t decided whether to keep the child, but couldn’t bring herself to voice it—for after all, it was her own bloodline.
Of course, all the money he used was exchanged for points from the system; as for Senior Kato’s, he hadn’t touched a cent.

"I came to this planet because I sensed a power from another world appearing here. During my investigation, I saw your courageous act—giving your life to protect your companions—so I became one with you."
He Peier called the old woman ‘Grandmother’ simply because she followed Xia Lin’s lead; others usually addressed her as ‘Granny Xia.’
Raising chickens only required building a fence and regularly scattering corn and grains—there was no need to hire help.
Xiao Shaoguo didn’t return until evening. He hadn’t eaten yet, so he had dinner first before revealing the Zhu family’s terms.
She felt deeply honored—not only would her sister produce her debut album, but her songs would also be included.
"The evening dress you’re wearing is a fake." A strange voice suddenly sounded.
The Time Squad was preparing a treat for fans. Besides official uniform photos, they had booked several other styles.
No matter how the two joked and teased, Feng Shu remained immersed in her own world, indifferent to all changes around her.
Su Yan was left bewildered, wanting to ask what she had said wrong, yet not daring to chase after her. Remembering the staff member she had neglected for so long, she sought them out—only to find they were already gone.
Anran, Zhao Ru, and Liu Shasha all looked toward the second battle refiner. The second battle refiner was so angry his face was flushed, clutching his chest and coughing twice.
"In that case, I’ll say no more. After all, we promised them you’d perform the theme song yourself. Now you’re composing it, which is an extra bonus for them," Fan Kai said shrewdly.
Pressure swept over her; Jun Yixiao’s eyes grew chilling, accompanied by a clear sword ring, as a blade of light stabbed fiercely toward the center of her palm.
The merging of those sinister eyes was terrifying, like a thirst for blood; I felt a coldness descend, devoid of any emotion.
"Luo’er, are you alright?" Yu Yao asked gently as he undid the restrictions on Yu Luo’s body, a stark contrast to how he treated Yu Shan.
When the three of them arrived at the Wind Hall, they found that everyone was working harder than ever. The place was brightly lit; everyone was present just as during daytime classes.

Fusheng suddenly stepped back. "Don’t touch me!" She looked at Jiu Ling as if he were a cockroach. To her, his extraordinarily handsome face was as worthless as chaff.
The speaker meant nothing, but the listener took it to heart. Hearing Wang Yi’s words, the spirit of the Yellow Spring’s mocking smile froze on his face. He seemed to recall some unbearable memories.
Dozens of concrete mixers were lined up at the edge of the sinkhole, pouring cement into steel forms. In a few days, when the forms were removed, a new wall would take shape.
"A turning point? What turning point? Old Fang, explain yourself." Lin Hai felt a flicker of hope as he listened to Fang Jing.
They had once written the best martial arts stories in the world; now, naturally, they could still do so. There was no problem with that.
"Three Immortal Kings—no wonder I felt a sense of dread!" Jun Yixiao nodded, his expression betraying no hint of his inner thoughts.
Xin Jiu and Jia Nan knew escape was impossible. With determination in their eyes, they unleashed their true strength: Xin Jiu’s tongue split into several parts, like a giant serpent, attacking everywhere, while Jia Nan’s dagger flew continuously, as if fired from a gun, shooting at the surrounding students.
Liu Daqing was wiping her tears with a tissue; she felt utterly aggrieved. Ever since that newspaper came out, overwhelming criticism had surged like a tide, quickly engulfing her. Many spoke harshly, saying things like ‘old husband, young wife, must be for the money.’
The silver-haired butler, hearing such perceptive words, smiled ever more warmly, glanced at them, bowed deeply, and headed toward the Duke.
"Weilin Gala said: ‘You should be the hunter!’" Irene translated Weilin Gala’s words, a faint smile on her face.
"But, I’ve seen plenty of things like this. I think I can understand how that feels," Mi Hanyu said, tilting her head thoughtfully.