Chapter Forty-Eight: Painstaking Effort

“For the sake of the Lu family’s reputation, you’re going to push your own granddaughter into the fire pit? With a man like him, what kind of life do you think I’ll have if I marry into that family?”
“Don’t deceive yourself. You know perfectly well what will happen to me. If I die not long after the wedding, will you hand over my dowry with both hands, let a few tears fall, sigh and say, ‘My granddaughter had no luck in life,’ and then continue your cozy relationship with the Gao family? And I’ll become nothing more than another tragic beauty, a Lu girl whose fate is fodder for gossip at every table…”
Slap!
The sound was so sharp and clear that even the maids outside heard it distinctly.
The old lady stood before Lu Yalan, her hand still raised from the blow, her face dark as she stared at her granddaughter, unsure what thoughts filled her mind.

The golf course, the stables, the beautiful man-made lake, the vast garden, and the imposing, luxurious villas—all of it sprawled across a wide expanse.
He had been in this residence for so long, yet never once revealed anything about the plan to rescue Sadu.
Just then, the old butler, Liang, entered with a tin of tea leaves. The last syllable had barely left Dongfang Linghai’s lips when, suddenly, a fierce burst of gunfire erupted from the room. Heard at such close range, it was deafening.
“Don’t worry, for your sake, I won’t do anything to Jiang Yue,” Xu Yi said calmly.
She mouthed silent words in front of Jiaming, only to be carelessly pushed aside by him, tumbling onto the bed with a wobble. Lying there, she listened with a smile as Jiaming spoke on the phone.

Among the newly appointed inner disciples, Sun Tianyang and Yuan Hu had joined during the Top Hundred Tournament and naturally fought their way into the top nine.
“Freeze! I’m Interpol officer Dongfang Wan—you’re under arrest…”
Holding a biscuit, Dongfang Wan leapt out from behind the front shelf.
After years of arduous cultivation, mastering his skills to such a degree, to still be so insulted—how could he possibly accept it?
“Ayue, mind your words! That’s your Aunt Jin.” Madam Jiang could never have imagined Jiang Yue would say something so outrageous.
“Where’s Mom?” Mu Qingqing glanced into the inner rooms, not seeing her mother’s shadow, a hint of puzzlement in her eyes.
Time slipped by. Shuo Ming’s patience was long gone, and his stomach began to rumble with hunger. If not for noticing something was wrong and vomiting up everything in his stomach earlier, he might not have been so hungry; but Shuo Ming had no choice.
“Uncle Lingxu, could there be some mistake?” Swordmaster Qingyu hurriedly addressed Lingxu.
Cui Yuanjiang shrugged off his fiery cloud robe, then tore apart his black cult uniform just as Zhao Tai had done.
Opening the message, Fang Renran glanced through it quickly—sure enough, it had nothing to do with congratulations, but was about the organization.
I was dragged away by the bodyguards, weeping bitterly. Once we reached the hospital room, they threw me coldly onto the floor, the icy surface only deepening my sorrow.

Those suddenly interrupted flew into a rage. Ergouzi and Li Xingwang each seized a beer bottle, ready for a fight; Jing Haichuan was still searching for his phone in the mud, while Instructor Huang, without a word, sat cross-legged on the ground, muttering prayers for the dead.
Just then, Fang Renran’s leg tensed abruptly. She shot forward with a sudden burst of speed, darting out from fourth position.
Examining Leng Xiaohan’s internal state, Ren Xiner first healed the gaping wound on his chest as though she were closing an autopsy incision, then began to mend his internal injuries.
What astonished Tang Tian and the others was that, while they’d always assumed the Divine Sky Sect was located somewhere in Central Province, it turned out that the sect resided in a completely separate dimension.
‘Impossible! You didn’t approach me on your own—the engagement was my idea.’ Han Qing interrupted Lu Xue.
Facing her gaze, Huan Sheng’s eyes flickered, betraying a hint of unease that his calm expression failed to conceal. He worked his mouth for a moment before finally spitting out a single sentence.
“What good is lying to you? I can’t spend it like money or eat it like food. You don’t have anything worth lying for anyway.” Qin Dandan suddenly turned back, her eyes meeting Tang Long’s. Though the contact was brief, it was enough to make his nerves tense—his mood steadily rising throughout the day.
Chu Xuan was quite pleased with his new look. Sometimes, a person needs to change their hairstyle—start fresh from the top.