Chapter 28

"My apologies, my apologies. I thought I had bumped into you, sir. Please forgive my rudeness, but I have pressing matters at home and must be going." Liu Qingqing pouted slightly, wearing a look of feigned grievance. As she left, she pretended to be careless, letting her handkerchief drop right by Wu Qingzhu’s feet.

"Haha, Brother Li and I were so engrossed in our conversation that I nearly forgot the purpose of our visit. If not for Brother Jiu’s reminder, I would have completely lost track," Old Jiu said with a laugh, as if suddenly recollecting himself, before turning to address Li Xingchen.

Su Yuexian crouched low, her fingertips lightly tracing the floor. She shuddered involuntarily upon touching the pool of bone-chilling water on the ground.

Seeing Old Jiu lost in thought, no one dared to make a sound. They all waited in silence. After what seemed like a long time, Old Jiu appeared to make a difficult decision; he looked around at the crowd and spoke.

The noisy chatter erupted once more. The anger that had dissipated when Qi Zhen first caught sight of Zi Qingyang surged back to the surface.

He had already stood aside and offered a stern warning; if he could clearly assess the current situation, then that would certainly be for the best. Given the circumstances, how could he possibly wait here any longer?

When Qiu Jinzhong arrived, he had loosened the reins of Ma Dongjun’s chestnut horse while tying his own horse to the one brought back from Mother Ma’s house.

Qingmei’s legs were stiff, so Helan helped her get settled back into bed. As for Grandpa Wu and his two companions, once they started discussing scholarship, they ignored everything else around them.

There was no reason not to believe in karmic retribution. He had caused the death of the other man’s son, leaving Mo Lihong to face the world alone. If Da Degen did not come to atone for his sins, who else would take responsibility for the rest of Mo Lihong’s life?

Grandpa Wu had sent the one hundred taels back to Helan, but since the money had already been exchanged into silver, it could not be converted back.

Damn it, another cliché about repaying a debt of gratitude. Ling Lingqi rolled her eyes silently in her heart.

Wang Defa also noticed the object and felt a chill in his heart. He looked toward Taoist Qingyu, only to see the man look away as if nothing had happened and begin to examine the remains before him.

As for ordinary people, to put it politely, they are the foundation of this world—the reserve force for future cultivators.

Many people possess a base nature; the more unattainable something is, the more they desire it, not out of genuine preference or need.

Shuisui did not need to be urged; she scampered into the kitchen, hugged her grandmother’s legs, and looked up at her with big, blinking eyes.

However, the fundamental objective of this battle had been achieved. She had vented the malice in her heart, gained a deeper understanding of "domains," and dealt a blow to Xingyao’s prestige among the players. It could be said that she had killed several birds with one stone. She reckoned that Guangyao was now so furious that he had likely forgotten his original goal for coming here.

Although Gu Jianqing had not left the courtyard, he had many guards who were sharp-eyed and quick-eared. Naturally, nothing that happened in the Rong family’s courtyard could escape his notice.

She reached into the water and gripped Feng Changqing’s wrist, channeling a wisp of spiritual energy to check for changes within his body.

Seeing her distant attitude, Zhou Yanhua grabbed her in frustration, flipped her over, and pinned her down, pinching her chin before biting her sharply.

Yue Hao held this family head in relatively high regard, at least compared to how he felt about Yue Gongshan.

In truth, he had surpassed his master; even his master could not necessarily claim to be superior to Ye Xiangtian in the medical arts.

In any case, I cannot find the reason myself. To ensure the book was published on April 1st, I pushed out a massive update for a week—roughly the equivalent of half a month’s worth of normal updates.

After those four words, the expression on his face gradually shifted, hardening with unprecedented resolve.

After Emperor Fei of Song, Liu Ziye, ascended the throne, he grew suspicious of his uncles and summoned them all to the capital.

"Since I am of no use here, let us go back." Chen Feng could not be bothered to stay here and be treated coldly.

Seeing the figure depart, Wen Yu let out a long sigh of relief, reached behind his back with his right hand, and stowed his long sword into his storage bag.

A group of people stood trembling outside the door. Under the scorching sun, several were shivering, their foreheads beaded with sweat that they dared not wipe away.

Jin Tian was startled, then felt a flicker of panic. Without hesitation, she slapped the back of Ninth Master’s head—"Pop!"—a crisp, sharp sound.

If the work was for the public good of the village, it was recorded in the village accounts; if a specific family hired someone for private work, that family paid.

The waiter hurried over, intending to break up the fight, but upon seeing the ring on Liu Yiyi’s hand, his face turned deathly pale.

Seeing the money Zheng Weimin handed over, the old woman did not refuse. She wiped her cloudy eyes with fingers as thin as withered branches, feeling that she had met a kind soul today. Suddenly, with teary eyes, she prepared to kneel before Zheng Weimin.

Su Hun was slightly astonished. She was not entirely clear about the situation in the West Sea, but she knew that the West Sea’s Crown Prince, Zeng Yitao, was at least at the Grade level. It seemed nearly impossible for Hao Ren to have snatched away his life-bound treasure.

The Southern Martial Arts World? He was the Ninth Young Master of the Yan family from Yancheng and the leader of the Northern Martial Arts Alliance; the affairs here had nothing to do with him.

Shen Ming was happy regardless. Although he regretted that the Chen family could not accompany him, lighting lanterns had always been his long-cherished wish.

When the attendant heard Jing Yan’s words, his brows furrowed slightly, for he did not recognize Jing Yan and found him entirely unfamiliar. As for Jiao Zhan and his two companions, he naturally knew them well.