Chapter Fifty-Nine: White Lotus

How could this happen? Lu Yazhu unconsciously gnawed at the first knuckle of her thumb, pacing restlessly around the room. In her previous life, the only connection between Lu Yalan and Mu Chengyao had been Zhao Dingsheng. Now that Zhao Dingsheng could not possibly marry Lu Yalan, how would they ever meet? So many things were unfolding differently from her past life. Some changes were trivial and didn’t matter, but others, once altered, stripped her of the advantage of foresight.

The inability to prepare in advance left her deeply uneasy. Lu Yazhu sucked hard on her thumb, instinctively wanting to seek help from someone, but the next moment, she forced herself to suppress this urge. As long as she asked, there would surely be countless admirers ready to—

“Go on, I can accept it,” Su Zelin suddenly grew calm, waiting for what would come next.

The Weaver, caught off guard by a sudden flash of light, cried out in pain, clutching her eyes as she retreated deeper into the “cave.”

He knew no one believed him; they all thought he was being used by traffickers, a pawn for scams and deceit.

“Sorry for coming back so late and worrying you all,” Sheng Fenghua said apologetically, seeing the concern on everyone’s faces.

“What did you say?” Ning Minglie was taken aback, turning to Sheng Fenghua. He had lived here for over a year and had never discovered any subordinates of those people.

In the following half month, He Chang’s body underwent subtle changes—he steadily regained weight, his complexion improved, his energy grew, and his senses became sharper. But this was only the beginning.

Zhang Yi swung his blade, and before the edge could break, he severed the monster’s head before him—clean and quick, just as he’d chopped off Lady Three’s head himself before.

I found a mortar and pestle, tossed in the herbs one by one, and ground them up. I was in a hurry and didn’t grind them too thoroughly—good enough would do.

But Zheng the Butcher had already charged over. With a sweep of his broad blade, he stirred up the mist and spun her back like a whirlwind.

She had said that everyone loved the new house so much; they only feared they couldn’t stay long. Before returning to the old house, she wanted to paint everyone on the wall—as if they were still living in the new one.

Intelligence was crucial; failing to investigate the identity of this agent who had appeared out of nowhere was Falcon’s mistake.

At that moment, Gongsun Yu, Wu Hao, and Li Qian exchanged glances, nearly bursting into laughter. Before they could even act, the opponents had already turned on each other, which was wholly unexpected.

Yet no matter how difficult someone was to deal with, as long as Liu Shi remained unmoved, she wouldn’t be able to stir up much trouble.

Having absorbed the insights hidden in the sword energy, Jiang Ning’s mind brimmed with new ideas, giving birth to his own understanding of the Way of the Sword. With each mutual affirmation, his comprehension soared, and his sword spirit grew rapidly.

Li Er finally felt a bit American, even developing the mentality of a great capitalist—money, nothing but money mattered.

Zhou Shuyi was in terrible pain, only shaking her head, biting her lip and enduring with all her might, unable even to speak.

Chen Bingwen didn’t want to stay in the hospital any longer, so Tang Jin offered to take her back to school. To his surprise, she agreed, and his romance index increased by two points. Yet, what frustrated Tang Jin was that Chen Bingwen didn’t show him the slightest kindness, though he managed to tolerate it.

“Haha, just perfect!” Tang Jin was delighted; this skill would be useful now. Still, he was a little worried—not that he didn’t trust Xingyue, but failure could cost him his life.

Liang Xiaoying was teased until she tingled and let out a soft, low moan, but when she felt him getting more and more out of hand, she pushed him away hard. “You big pervert! I’m going home!” Fearing Tang Jin might hold her back, she turned and ran after speaking.

Both their feet had sunk into the solid rock, and the stone at their feet was still cracking and shattering with sharp, brittle sounds.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Wu Sangui, upon hearing of the complete annihilation of Xia’s forces, lost all hope. Yet as a formidable leader, Wu Sangui had his own extraordinary qualities. Even in such dire straits, he did not despair; he would fight on, determined to keep a spark of hope alive for his Great Zhou Dynasty.