Chapter Ninety: I Took Off My Uncle’s Trousers

Stumbling Block The Wind Carries the Falling Catkins 1294 words 2026-03-20 06:24:40

Shen Yue had reached out to Gu Jingzhou one step ahead, but Gu Jingzhou had not agreed to it.

Shen Liangyan had crossed paths with Gu Jingzhou a few times, but always under his former identity.

As an elder of the Shen family, Shen Liangyan represented the family’s dignity. It would hardly do to claim Shen Yue’s credit for himself, even though no such credit existed at all.

His peach-blossom eyes flickered, full of amusement.

“It is I who am basking in Xiao Yue’s light.”

...

A single silver needle went in, and the wound that had been gushing blood moments ago stopped bleeding at once. It was nothing short of a miracle.

Lu Yun sat opposite the sect master of the Chaotic Heaven Mountain, and as he looked at the bruises and darkened marks on the man’s face, a trace of emotion rose in his heart. What manner of demon or monster was this Lu Pan, to have driven such a man of towering strength into such a state?

“Fuliang, sorry. I have something urgent right now; I’ll talk later.” Arima looked very serious, understanding that if he failed to report it, the consequences could be severe.

“Three days ago I reserved a table for drinks and dinner, but later canceled it. How about we go there today? If it works for you, I’ll call and book a private room now.” Bai Shan took out his phone and gave Li Zhao a wave, asking for his opinion.

Thus, only one month after the wedding could the bride officially enter the household. It was a way of preserving face for the first and second wives, though in truth it was nothing more than a contrived pretext used by wealthy and powerful families, a convenient explanation for outsiders.

“I don’t trust any of you. All of you, step back and out of the courtyard.”

Wang Wei, however, did not let go of the bandit he had seized.

Now that the internal injuries had vanished, he was overjoyed. His wounds had healed, which meant his chances of surviving had risen sharply.

“The attacks to the upper lanes were just a feint. Your real aim just now was to strike at my lower lanes.” Alan Aldington finally understood. Li Zhao’s first few moves had been a diversion; the kick to his lower body was the true attack.

“That’s right. As long as the ritual master is present, I never consider failure.” Zhang Zhen’s voice carried unmatched determination and domineering force.

While Zi Xuan Sword Immortal was explaining tomorrow’s arrangements to the two of them, Elder Huang glanced at Elder Yang. Then the two of them quietly walked off to the side.

The sea wind swept across the water, lifting wave after wave. It crashed against the rocks, scattering tiny sprays of foam like threads, like a painting.

An ancient figure had emerged from seclusion and made a move here, striking at both races at once.

There was even something more expensive: a fish that sold for over a hundred dollars a pound, called the king-of-the-sea fish. Lu You had never even heard of it, and it broadened his horizons beyond measure.

After passing through layer upon layer of checks, the two were finally let through by the guards and, through an inconspicuous door, met Lu Bu.

“Hey! Don’t tell me you’re planning to...” Just as Xingluo said that, the sword of tender water and gentleness was already bearing down on him in a fierce assault.

Deng Leng’s face changed in terror. He still could not understand how, in the blink of an eye, Deng Xuan had seemed to shed his old skin and fully recover his power, breaking his Red Lotus Hellfire Art with a mere lift of the hand. But regret was useless now. In that instant, he dodged almost by instinct.

The old man brought Gao Qing into the Heavenly Array Diagram. In the next moment, the scenery shifted, and they appeared at the foot of the Sacred Mountain. Gao Qing looked back and saw that not far away was the place where he had been struck unconscious. Even the great tree was still clearly visible, yet he knew they were already billions of miles away from there.

Ye Ziluo felt annoyed. The men among this group were generally a head taller than he was. At over six feet tall, he seemed like a stunted youth beside them, and that was irritating enough. Worse still, the fellow across from him seemed slow to react, his odd stare making one’s skin crawl.

“Ready to admit defeat?”

Luo Ming had always believed that if you are going to expose someone, expose their weakness; if you are going to hit someone, hit their face. That was the most satisfying way.

“Come in!” Chen Lan called out, smoothing her hair as a way to conceal the panic in her heart.

The next day, Situ Qing indeed followed Situ Yan to the company. Helplessly, Situ Yan had no choice but to announce to everyone that Situ Qing would be his assistant.