Chapter 48: Two Departures

Fu Yuan stood before the washbasin, her fingers tapping rhythmically against the countertop with a steady “tap-tap” sound. After a moment of contemplation, she leisurely washed her hands, then tidied her appearance in the mirror before slowly stepping out through the main entrance.

The late autumn sun filtered softly through the thin clouds, casting a gentle glow upon the earth.

Not far away, a few people were chatting and laughing, while the maids busied themselves refilling their tea.

Instinctively, Fu Yuan glanced back once more before boldly thinking to herself: if she possessed such a magical treasure, she could keep plundering relentlessly, letting it continuously devour and assimilate.

After whispering a secret to the young man, the profound energy within Shen Heng surged like a torrential flood, the booming roar echoing throughout the hall like thunderclaps, causing even the most relaxed bandits to tremble with unease.

Yet, despite the great upheavals sweeping across every star, the living beings within seemed protected by an unseen force.

The mighty Thousand-Mechanism Crossbow fired with tremendous power; should its bolts strike, the formation here might be utterly destroyed—a dire disadvantage for the Black Flag Army. No matter what, it was imperative to safeguard the front-line artillery from destruction, while the others could take refuge in hidden tunnels and trenches.

Li Zi’an said nothing but swiftly opened the car door and stepped down. Then, circling to the passenger side, he gentlemanly held the door open for Shangguan Wanbai.

On the arena’s hanging bell, Chouchou spun a perfect 360, as if he too was caught in the fervor of the moment.

Qian Yu Huiye’s dark brows flickered subtly. Though separated by a veil, Chu Xiao could only catch a vague impression—perhaps a remarkable beauty. Only now did he realize that the name she had given was merely that; why reveal it to him? Perhaps it was a matter of etiquette—three times was the limit, and Chu Xiao’s third inquiry demanded honesty lest it be deemed rude.

The man brandished a machete and lunged at Lei Shao, who turned and fled, dodging desperately as the man pursued relentlessly. Yet Lei Shao narrowly evaded every strike.

Brilliant light dispelled the darkness; the incomplete shadow dissolved into black mist under the onslaught of the Galactic Bomb. The Galaxy, having expended all its power, fragmented into countless particles of light.

A dozen servants dragged out the corpses of the inner courtyard’s royal guards. Scores of fallen guards lay strewn at the gate of the main courtyard.

Contrary to Gu Qianqian’s words, Qi Mingye was far from a rampant philanderer; instead, he was surprisingly virtuous and self-disciplined.

She also discovered that Lady Wen’s health had long been fragile. Wen Ruchu had managed to hold on this time—only time would tell if she could endure further.

Three captains charged toward Wang Yiran and his group. Bai Ziyi remained still, knowing there must be a hidden commander. Her target was that unseen figure.

Watching Tong Xin lying pale as paper and utterly weak on the bed, Xin Qing gently stroked her forehead with aching tenderness. Seeing her suffer, Xin Qing’s heart ached a hundredfold.

Only then did Yin Zhen realize this was no jest. He grew serious and said, “Are you not afraid that once I leave Feiyan Residence, I might never return?” Yi Rui wept, shaking her head then nodding, uncertain of her own actions.

He opened the car door; inside the backseat lay several bags, along with Wen Ruchu’s purse, phone, and wallet—all contained within.

“Sir, our development over these two years has brought us abundant arms and provisions, and a wealth of talent. Might we consider seizing Jingzhou?” Liu Bei asked impatiently.

At that moment, the young man’s expression shifted slightly, turning even darker in the next instant.

Because on the first night they reunited, he had indulged himself without restraint, and for two months since, he had barely let her touch him; only heaven knew how restless he had been.

This free medical consultation had already stirred some public discussion, sparking debates online comparing traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine.

After landing, the man in black spat blood continuously. A dazzling silver aura spread from his lower abdomen. In his desperate and regretful gaze, he saw Yang Zhen crouch down and retrieve five spiritual artifacts from his embrace.