Chapter 35: Being Interviewed by My Own Wife

A sly, wicked smile curled at the corner of Lu Yu’s lips, while Jiang Mengnan was deeply ensnared, unable to discern truth from falsehood.

“Hm? Madam Lu?” Lu Yu continued to draw closer.

“What exactly is this crystal-clear liquid?” In the Biling Space, Song Paiyu held a jade-green bottle confiscated from the Qin family patriarch, a flicker of doubt crossing his eyes.

“Wait a moment!” A voice drifted from behind. The three turned in surprise—it was none other than Gongsun Yan.

The Cui family was adept at reading situations; they understood that under the current circumstances, the Marquis’ wife’s handling of matters was a concession that gave the Cui family some dignity. Though it was a far cry from before, the Cui family had no choice but to accept it begrudgingly.

Qu Shi, though not shedding tears like Qian Qianyi, had bloodshot eyes and a trembling beard, clearly overwhelmed with emotion.

The middle-aged man first let out a mournful wail, then intermittent groans, before finally falling still.

“Your companions have fled—why do you stay?” Ada turned to Luo Lan with a hint of surprise.

The old master and matriarch’s words were like imperial edicts; they silently obeyed, seeing no need to alienate everyone. After all, they were father and son—who could predict when they might unite in purpose? Why bring upon themselves such disgrace?

“Right,” Zhang Xin nodded gratefully, initially wanting to say more but reconsidering. He had already spoken enough. Time was on his side; sooner or later, even without his words, others would witness his transformation.

But the truth was, his actions only confirmed their fears. Once he fully proved himself, he would be cast out, abandoning his old nest. Since he cared only for himself, they naturally would prioritize their own interests.

Qin Yiyi, fearing that Deng San might say something inappropriate again, began assigning him work tasks. When it came to the teahouse, Deng San listened earnestly, no longer straying from the topic.

Gu Xuan looked at Luo Li, puzzled by his dishonesty. As the counselor, she did not want any trouble to arise within her class.

“Is there anything strange about the hole you fell into?” Zheng Dongjie asked the eldest boy with a smile.

Garian pressed a weary hand to his forehead, finally understanding what had happened. Yet, unable to speak directly, he could only smile bitterly in reluctant admission.

Kong Quan now lived comfortably. As a cultivator, though only at the sixth level of Qi Refining, he was revered as a celestial master among mortals.

Commander Wang was startled and turned to see he had been blocked. Hastily stepping aside, he continued to glare venomously at Li Yang.

The five-person team coordinated their attacks more intensively than the previous three. Even though Jiang Baolong’s agility and speed surpassed those of Yutong and Xiu, the relentless, overwhelming onslaught soon left him visibly struggling.

Secondly, the use of pills was a primary method of cultivation support. Whether low or high-level cultivators, almost all relied on medicinal pills to aid their practice.

Yu Fan ascended the stairs and opened the door to find Yan Huan asleep, sprawled across the bed. He approached, gently lifted her upright, tucked her in, and carefully combed her hair.

She was still too innocent, never imagining that after swapping bodies with Murong Kunpeng, such things could happen.

Rong Yun took the carrier pigeon, deftly removing a slip of paper from its leg. Upon reading it, his expression darkened.

Ye Qingcheng appeared indifferent, but Qiu Qi’er’s face betrayed displeasure. Yet, she remained silent, offering no rebuttal.