Volume One, Chapter 61: Li Jingheng’s Past

She had already made all the necessary preparations for studying abroad and had a rough idea of which university to apply to.

"Forty million." Instantly, anyone with a bit of financial power began to bid. Owning it was tantamount to gaining the strength of an entire Tianchu. Who among the wealthy would not covet such an asset?

Yet after all the traps he’d set for her, she had suffered no small amount in the underworld. Even if he hadn’t harmed her directly, he was the one pulling the strings behind the scenes. The more Ji Yining thought about it, the less she could swallow her resentment.

Zhang Jiaze was truly furious now. If the other party had admitted his mistake or taken the initiative to say, “Shall we talk this over in private?”—out of kindness, he would have let him off. But instead, the man refused to admit fault and was still being stubborn. Such behavior was simply intolerable.

In truth, she was not a shortsighted person obsessed with wealth, but no one ever thinks they have too much money. When silver is offered right before you, how could you possibly refuse it? As long as it was safe, who wouldn’t want to earn a bit more?

Considering it was inconvenient for his wife to rent a place outside, Zhang Jiaze took the initiative to move out. If distance could make things easier for his wife, then why not keep his distance?

She could barely stand without Yin Shixiu’s support, yet she still had to reach out to help her great-aunt. Such a grand gesture was absolutely too much for her to accept.

Only after thoroughly examining Zhang Jiaze’s medical history did the doctor realize that his current condition was the result of incomplete treatment in the past.

Yanyue shifted slightly deeper into the sofa, subconsciously raising her glass to take a sip. She made no unnecessary movements, as if she had long grown accustomed to such stares.

That night, Shiyao was unable to sleep, yet as dawn pierced through the window and filled the room with light, she still rose from her bed.

“But what?” When Luo Muli paused, Su Qing couldn’t help but knit her brows. Did this person have another condition?

“Eunuch Wang, are you truly in charge here? If my sister finds fault, who will take responsibility?” Murong Fuzhu asked.

He turned away, walking over to a spacious yet desolate spot nearby, where flowers and trees were in bloom and the air was clean. Gazing at the empty seat beside him, he said, “You need rest and convalescence. Don’t tire yourself out, little sister.” With that, he was ready to leave.

The pain in his heart was deep, but there was nothing he could do to stop it. Du Shengjing was everything to the Nan family; he could not allow anything to happen to her. In time, he came to accept this.

Of the five hundred elite disciples in the Killing Array, half were injured during Ji Jiong’s charge. Once inside, Ji Jiong spread his consciousness, for the mysteries of the Myriad Immortals Array could not be unraveled in a single moment.

Jiang Jingzhi thought that, as the son of the General of Anxi, perhaps his identity would force them to release him. But no matter what he said, all that greeted him was silence.

Suddenly, the golden sphere of light burst apart. Seizing the opportunity, Hun’er’s soul once again tried to merge with the Celestial Palace.

“No need, I have hands and feet.” It was clear this young woman was fiercely self-reliant, and equally clear she did not trust men. Most likely, after being bitten once, she now feared even the rope—just as the saying goes.

“I must never drink like that again—it’s far too dangerous.” Remembering last night’s events, Situ Xing’er still felt a lingering fear. Fortunately, someone had saved her. Had she been defiled by that blond thug, how could she show her face in the world?

She’d seen it in some movie somewhere: a man’s masculinity is proven by his scars—especially a gunshot wound, which isn’t something just anyone can obtain.

The knights burst out of the city gates at full speed, and the gatekeepers on either side laughed heartily. Just then, the crisp sound of hooves came from behind, making the gate chief frown. What was going on today? So many people leaving the city at dawn.

This time, several powerful young people were all eyeing the Shark King. Only Wei Yang, clueless as ever, knew nothing of its existence.

Old Bai found it hard to accept. Three hundred for a scrap of paper, and they came every month—this was extortion, plain and simple! He refused. But the two young men wouldn’t leave. What troubled Old Bai most was that they neither argued nor made a scene. They simply smiled at him, but anyone could hear the threat in their words.

A mere ten minutes passed, so quietly that neither Guo Shaoming nor the young man realized it, and the shy one didn’t blush even once during the whole process.

He did his utmost not to waste a single fleeting moment, afraid that the unfathomable force he revered might suddenly reclaim everything before his eyes. Thus, he seemed both resolute and hesitant, sometimes decisive, sometimes lost, like a wandering traveler lost in the wilderness—lonely and desolate.

Wasn’t the immortal maiden looking for Liu Badou? Yet here he was, right in front of her, and she left instead?

At that moment, news arrived from Commander Zhao: the soldiers guarding Fallen Soul Valley had spotted the giant serpent’s trail. That, at least, was something to celebrate.

Of course, the distance wasn’t too great. The main purpose was to guide the Beast to avoid the dense meteor cluster, causing the Moon Goddess to slow her pace.

“Long live the king!” A thousand imperial guards thundered as one, their boots slamming onto the marble street. The sound suppressed every shout of “long live” echoing from street to alley.