Chapter 8: Intentional

“I heard that last night, Master Fang made quite a scene at the Jade Verdure Pavilion—not only was his wine fee waived, but a beauty even tried to offer a fortune for a single poem. Could it be that you, young gentleman, possess such talent as well?” Magistrate Liu looked toward Su Tang.

Su Tang’s expression changed dramatically, but then, realizing that such a reaction was improper before Magistrate Liu, she quickly managed an apologetic smile. “My husband could never compare to Master Fang in the slightest.”

Though her words were courteous and modest, her embarrassment was evident.

Magistrate Liu smiled and gazed at Lu Jingyuan.

A faint sound echoed; one of the intangible chains binding Mufeng’s lungs shattered under the impact of divine radiance, dissolving into shimmering light, which was then consumed by the holy glow.

“Lily, how have you been lately?” No sooner had the call connected than Ling Lan, anxious and flustered, blurted out the question before Ding Li could even speak.

The old servant had never expected that this lowly house attendant would speak such crude words, and with such arrogance. Having always managed the rules within the inner quarters, he had never encountered a servant so brazen and disrespectful; for a moment, he was so furious that he trembled all over.

With a single leap, Qingyin hopped off the carriage. As the caravan rumbled down the broad avenue, stirring up clouds of dust, she squeezed through the ranks of the prince’s guards, ears pricked to discern the direction of the whistle.

Gao Min and Xiang Ju exchanged a smile, stepped outside, got into the carriage, and pulled their second uncle in with them.

I felt a warm glow inside at these words. In truth, Uncle Qi, to a certain extent, had filled the void left by my longing for family affection.

In the Princess’s residence, Xue Yuexin was secretly rejoicing in her room. Her maid had gone to check on Jiang Yin’s situation as well.

Xiao Rusheng helped Mushin put on a mask. Noticing that Su Yue stood motionless, he asked, “What’s wrong?” Su Yue simply shook her head.

None of these people could read, so they had no idea what was written, but they could pass on what they’d heard by word of mouth.

Moreover, Hundred Peaks always felt something was amiss. When Mu Anchu returned, she had resolutely severed all contact with the outside world and forbade any mention of the past. So why had she now gone alone to seek someone who was supposed to be “dead”—and even brought him back?

“So it truly is the power of the Great Void…” Chu Yunduan’s gaze swept over the spot where the heavenly thunder had struck; the fine cracks had long since disappeared.

After all, the family was large and prosperous; a temporary setback was nothing. With the strength of the Vampire Empire, victory was surely inevitable in the end.

Regarding this proposal, everyone nodded in agreement, believing that the Reincarnation Mystic Realm could indeed be used to verify the level of Lin Ke’s cultivation.

What a joke—what if the other party wasn’t who you thought? Why say such things? Wouldn’t you just be inviting those fanatics, who acted like crazed zealots, to chop off your head?

With the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation free to traverse, the Primordial Golden Cauldron a place to wander, to leave when the deed is done—concealing one’s achievements and fame—what freedom and ease was this!

People said he was brainless, and perhaps they were right. The external threat had yet to be dealt with, and yet now he had turned against his own, targeting Tian Mi.

Of all the Nascent Soul stage experts who attacked Zhong Ling today, it was Dong Song who struck with the most lethal intent, aiming to crush him on the spot. This was one reason why Zhong Yuanqing was determined to eliminate Dong Song today.

“Xu, I can feel it—I feel a powerful force inside me, strong enough to take down several tigers.” One of the youths rose from his meditation, clenching his fists with excitement, his face lit with an irrepressible smile as he spoke to Xu.

At such times, you need not drink to please your superiors, nor force yourself to drink for the sake of entertaining friends.

Lin Xiu looked down at himself and discovered that these black hands were actually made of a kind of dark energy.

He Min shook her head. He Tianci focused on driving, refusing to play word games with Tang Xin, knowing he’d only end up at a disadvantage.

Chen Qi was the deputy director of the development zone. The acquisition of Daming Pharmaceuticals and its future growth were major concerns for the zone, so Chen Qi represented the whole district.

The deployments of Hu Zongnan and the Ma family’s armies were arranged so they could either join forces for battle or preserve their own strength—a strategy serving both purposes. Both the Central Army and the Ma family’s forces adopted the mindset: fight if you can, retreat if you must; neither side had the determination for a decisive battle with the Liberation Army.