Chapter 13: I’ll Be Your Eyes

Just as Xuanyuan Ziye and Luris were deep in conversation, Chen Yunxuan and Xuanyuan Zixuan approached. Yet she couldn’t understand why, among the countless men of all types, none had ever moved the fox spirit’s heart—why was Zhu Yun, of all people, able to win such unwavering devotion? She had improved the trust venom, making its aura undetectable to anyone else, but she still couldn’t change the fact that it needed a living host. During the time that Su Jingge controlled her face, she had never known her features could play such a lively and charming role. She had her own judgment and methods of doing things; it wasn’t stubbornness or arrogance, but a kind of self-assurance that was her own capital. The pure yang energy truly was formidable—wherever it went, the opponent’s countless sword shadows couldn’t harm it in the slightest.

“I’m fine, Your Majesty, you don’t need to worry about me…” Lin Wanwan lifted her head to glance at Qi Linyuan, but was startled by the sudden intensity in his eyes and couldn’t help but take a step back. “Is the second task also to slay a dragon?” Silo clutched his head, barely able to believe it. Zhao Qiqi, looking at the abundant variety of melons and fruits, could tell at a glance how the father and son had spent these past months. “I already said I gave up—why are you still asking me?” Bai Zhen’er, seeing Baili Xin’s confusion, feigned annoyance. The ethereal and melodious voices rose and fell, intertwining with the murmuring of the stream, like a grand symphony of nature. “Nonsense! What are you talking about?” Mo Mo snapped, cutting off Wen Zhixin's words. Li Mubai hung up the phone and called for a taxi. Before long, the taxi arrived at the Richman Apartments.

Suddenly, a spark of inspiration flashed in her mind; she remembered her sister, who had vanished inexplicably without leaving a single word behind, and anxiety welled up inside her. “Let’s sit outside in the courtyard,” Rong Yicheng said, reaching out his hand to her. As expected, she avoided him and strode toward the door first. In truth, no one had ever seen him display the forbidden-level technique of the Flame God Palace, so many speculated that he probably hadn’t mastered it yet.

I have never been the sort to linger for battle, but if enemy troops invade, I am not the kind to offer up my face for others to slap and trample. Since it wasn’t the weekend, and as most hikers coming to White Cloud Peak would choose the double ascent route, almost no one would choose to climb up and down this side; the whole valley was empty, and the sound of distant streams and waterfalls reached my ears. Hearing Hanyan’s words, Li Mubai hurriedly checked the time. It was just as well he did, for it was already five in the afternoon, and Li Mubai found himself inwardly exasperated. At that moment, Jun Qianmo suddenly turned his gaze toward the void outside the Peach Orchard, a faint hint of surprise in his eyes. “In theory, raising it to eleven before the assessment shouldn’t be a problem,” Wang Li declared confidently. At this moment, as he looked at the as-yet-unlocked icons of the many Great Emperors on the screen, a fervent light shone in his eyes. Geng Haoshi weaved left and right, dribbling the ball past Robot No. 2. After several matches, Geng Haoshi realized that this robot always seemed flustered when faced with his constant feints, as if it had been shaken dizzy. Mo Tian knew how powerful Ye Qingli was and wasn’t worried about her at all; instead, he focused his attention on Ye Qingqi and the other three. Zhang Qiantuo swung his iron spear, clashing with A Jiao; in his hands, the spear twisted and coiled like a dragon or giant serpent, tightly entangling her. He was determined to capture this beauty alive, and in the heat of battle, his mind inevitably strayed. The night before departure, Xiao Cheng and Xiao Le took the four of them out for a lavish meal. The next day, everyone saw Su Xi and Guo Haiying off as they returned home. Gao Xiong paced back and forth in the main hall, knowing full well there was nowhere in Blue Water in the Clouds to hide anyone. Seeing the troubled look on the face of the Bodhisattva Guanyin, Mu Chen curled his lip in disdain, thinking the monk before him was most likely not right in the head. Their meeting place was a private dining establishment; inside the private room, a man in a business suit sat waiting. Some had thought Xie Anlan’s actions excessively ruthless, but hearing her words, they realized that quite a few people from Dongling had been seriously injured on this very stage today. “What are you two chatting about over there? Having so much fun? Let’s hear it,” Ming Lou called out, and Ming Fan and the other quickly ate in obedient silence. “Alright, I’ll stop bothering you. If you need anything, don’t forget to call me,” the captain said with a smile and left once again.

The driver’s expression didn’t change in the slightest; perhaps Song Hu said things like this often without following through, and the driver was already used to it. After battling the great waves, the current eased somewhat, and Wucheng moved again to the bow. Not many were allowed to stand at the bow, but the locals understood that this family of outsiders just wanted a better view, so the bow almost became their exclusive domain, at least while the waters were calm. Humanity was thrown into panic, at a loss, unable to comprehend why Oranka had changed so drastically. This round of tense negotiations ended with a few lighthearted jokes, bringing a cheerful close to the proceedings. When Lan Yu entered President Tao’s office, Williams had already been talking with him for quite some time. Because things had soured with Feng Qianzhong, Feng Qianque and Consort Yuan’s status meant they could no longer be addressed as prince and consort. The pillar was still absent, and the furnishings in the room were exactly as they were before, untouched. Han Wei set Old Zheng down and immediately mixed water with sugar to feed him. After drinking the sweet water, the results were evident—Old Zheng’s spirits improved at once. Machete Qiang’s face changed dramatically; he hurriedly raised his dagger to block and rolled aside in an awkward posture—so awkward, in fact, that in the martial world it was famously called the “dog-eats-dirt” move, something only a select few could pull off.

Truly…it wasn’t that the women lacked restraint. It was just that he was dazzlingly handsome—so stunning that catching an unexpected glimpse, one might feel as if they’d traveled through time aboard the Titanic, about to share a sweet encounter with the male lead. Ximen Jinlian pressed her lips into a smile. Zhan Muhua mimicked her words, mocking Ximen Nongyue for watching too many zombie movies. Yet, this man exuded such a chilling aura of death, it made everyone uneasy. “Looks like we’ll have to force our way through…” The Yellow Emperor shook his head in resignation and waved his hand, signaling everyone to spread out a bit. Having searched in vain for Xiao Langjun’s figure, his face twisted with rage as he clenched his fists and struck a nearby ancient tree with all his might. From the other side drifted the aroma of food—compressed biscuits, moldy bread, even vacuum-packed fish and beef in cans.