Chapter 69: At Last, the Immortal Arrives

A few words rendered Jun Jue speechless; though he no longer clamored to seek the clan leader at once, the grief and indignation on his face did not diminish in the slightest. Ye Fei was left at a loss for words. The Chen and Ye families had been friends for generations, but he never expected that his father and Chen Hao’s father, even at the age when they played with mud together, could have foreseen matters so far ahead.

“Perhaps, General, you could first send your troops to station beneath the city of Anding County. Then, you and my master could negotiate in person. By then, with your army pressing at the borders, my master certainly wouldn’t risk ruining relations with you over ten thousand loads of provisions,” Cheng Ke replied with a hint of sycophancy, almost as if he were selling out his own master for personal gain.

Mutual affection was not truly a term of praise. At this moment, spoken from the lips of the Marquis of Wuxing’s wife, it sounded especially mocking.

It was a jest, after all. If the treasure in her hands were so easily snatched away by others, how could Penglai ever hope to survive in this world?

“Changshan Guild has achieved the first kill of the Hell-level Tomb of Sorrow instance.” Except for Ye Fei and Linda, everyone present was a player from Changshan Guild, so unsurprisingly, the honor of the first kill belonged to them.

“What did Han Hao say?” Ling Lan naturally doubted such coincidences—this child, too, had died.

Those abacus beads weren’t hard to make. Would anyone buy them? Unless they were crafted from materials other than wood—such as stone or black jade.

Jun Li responded, dressed herself carefully, and brought Qingxue and Lamei along to the main courtyard.

At last I understood why Fang Qinghe wanted to control me. This video pointed directly at me—the treasure ended up in my hands, I consumed it, and so, theoretically, I was the ultimate beneficiary. How could they not arrest me?

Aunt Yuan was delighted. She even asked which university Yan Zhi had been admitted to in the capital. Learning it was Shuimu University, she became even happier, praising Yan Zhi for her ability. To pass from a local school to the best university in the country was truly remarkable.

After handing Karinsi a few bottles of ordinary elixirs suitable for auction, Shang Hao saw the two off.

No one could truly understand her; these were the thoughts deep within her heart. She had come to know loneliness, but she did not blame Granny Qin—after all, their environments and perspectives differed. On the contrary, she could understand Granny Qin, but there was no need to continue this topic. It served no purpose.

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“What is it that compels you to go to such lengths to reclaim the rusty blade?” Du Jun could not help but ask curiously.

Then, to my surprise, I found a set of tools I had once bought for repairing phones in the drawer. I skillfully dismantled the device and finally inserted a chip resembling a SIM card into the body.

“But, Your Majesty…” Wang Jian hesitated slightly. Once the ceremony was complete, the imperial carriage would depart for the Temple of Heaven, where the rites to heaven would be held. If he escorted Noble Consort De back to the palace first and then proceeded to the temple, he would surely miss his duty as escort.

Lu Tao, notwithstanding the pain in his ears, refused to let go. He even kissed her noisily, leaving Yan Zhi both amused and helpless.

Chunxiang rushed in flustered, followed by Granny Liu, whose wide, unsettling smile made everyone uncomfortable.

A host of great cultivators watched as the seven sect leaders intervened personally, coming to a halt mid-air. Upon witnessing the Sky-Splitting Palm, they cried out in astonishment.

Fan Qingluo removed her bamboo hat and handed it to Xuerui, glancing at Lin Huaming, who had been startled into a daze upon hearing the disciples from the Ethereal Palace address her as Palace Mistress.

The group experimented with catgut, Yan Chaoge hugging the rabbit in her arms, her wide eyes gazing at Baiyunwu.

The Snow Wolf, momentarily bewildered, finally caught the meaning of Ye Hanyu’s words. His eyes widened in unprecedented horror, and he forgot to reply for a long time.

He narrowed his eyes, a cold gleam flashing in his gaze, as new thoughts arose in his mind.

After Tang Ming and the others departed, Ye Hanyu immediately relaxed, flashing a smile and presenting himself as a well-behaved child to Huang Xinying.

He slipped into the southern camp, but instead of seeking out the military supplies office, he headed straight for the camp’s center, eager to observe the high-ranking officers up close.

He should have encountered a wall after a few more steps, yet after walking ten steps or so, he still found nothing in his path.

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I received Gao Wen’s call and responded softly. Xia Wan was still sleeping soundly in bed, and I dared not disturb her. Xia Wan had yet to learn of her ectopic pregnancy, and I had not told her.

“Hehehe, it was me.” At that time, there were no eye drops available, so she could only temporarily claim someone else’s invention as her own.

Seeing the odd expression on the department elder’s face, Lin Di perked up his ears, sensing that more was yet to be said.

“Before I explain, An’an, could you step out for a moment?” Felicia smiled at the dazed Angela nearby.

Ye Zhen truly dreaded the experience of traveling late at night in the freezing cold, so he shamelessly thanked them. He had a car and, after buying some fruit, drove Ye Zhen and Song Hu to the hospital to visit Aunt Wang.

Countless ugly facets of the world floated before his eyes, stirring up the resentment within him. His parents, teachers, and friends were all gone; his homeland was unreachable; and nowhere in the world was there a place for him to put down roots. Was this not suffering?

Yet Ling Lin was already gazing at Fu Hongxue’s blade, sighing softly. “It seems today’s celebration may truly turn into mourning…” A pale face, a pitch-black blade.

Lan Yu could not help but sigh. At this moment, she felt the distance between herself and Cynthia was so close, as if they were connected by a shared intuition.

Brother Zhe Xi handed me some cake, and I slipped my phone into my pocket, that text message now the most precious draft on my device.

“Send half the Gobu back immediately. The Victory Team will sortie with me piloting the Victory Eagle.” Captain Feng Gang issued the order at once, leaving Yu Min, who was about to speak, aside. Of course, in military matters, Captain Feng Gang was the more authoritative figure as leader of the Victory Team.

It turned out that while Lan Yu was mulling over her thoughts alone in the living room, Wan’er and Wang Yan were preparing for their evening operation. They quietly ate a few bites, greeted Ivan, and went out. Surely, they must have just returned.

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