Chapter 17: Does the County Academy Do Business Too?

President Ti emerged from the Peaceful Inn with a beaming smile. Su Tang accompanied him to the car.

“Manager Su, there’s no need to see me off. Just wait for the good news,” President Ti said as he lifted the curtain to the carriage.

“Thank you for your trouble, President Ti,” Su Tang replied.

President Ti’s eyes were curved with delight. He had always thought this young lady was lovely, but today he realized she was truly a treasure.

Suddenly, President Ti remembered something. He glanced around, lowered his voice, and said...

Yet all of this went unnoticed by others. The reason was simple: Cheng Yang had revealed the peak of the fourth tier in cultivation, completely overshadowing the thirteen disciples. No one paid them any mind, making them seem almost irrelevant.

Mother Zuo was taken aback upon hearing this, and she scolded Pei Feng lightly. Then she turned to Pei Feng’s second uncle, Qin Ruize, her face full of apology, as if to say, “We truly didn’t know who you were—please forgive us.”

Chu Yunlian pursed her lips, reluctantly taking her seat as if she had suffered some great grievance. Su Mei was silent, sitting with dignity on the other side of Jin Feng, yet her hand beneath the table nearly tore her handkerchief to shreds.

“Stop rushing me! If you hadn’t lost so much money outside, would we need to run around like this?” Zhang Jinfeng complained bitterly.

If Cao Fangmei wore a worried frown, then Guo Shaoyang was in utter misery. He kept everything bottled up, unwilling to confide in anyone, and nearly showed up late for his night shift.

“I understand. From now on, I’ll be respectful to General Xie,” Chen Jin said. He had always carried a knot in his heart; if he had heard these words in the past, he would have thought that even after twenty years, his grandfather still favored Xie Weiguo and not his father.

Uncle Zhong’s expression was deeply conflicted. He started to speak several times, but in the end, said nothing and withdrew in resignation.

This feeling was suffocating, like an inescapable nightmare. He trembled involuntarily, as if his hands grew heavier than mountains whenever he tried to activate the restriction within Cheng Yang’s body.

“Silly brother, as long as you know your sister cares for you, that’s enough. Come, cheers!” Li Shiqi raised her glass and took a sip, only to see Gao Yuan drain his in one gulp.

“At your command!” All the generals, including the four Dukes of the Kingdom, bowed to Marquis Sun Yuebai.

Moreover, although Xiao Yi’s spells were formidable, his Ice Spike and ‘Magical Sledgehammer’ were limited in rank, and didn’t count as particularly rare techniques.

Thus, there existed a certain blood relation among them; even without marriage ties, due to the presence of common enemies, the four great cities would not harbor serious conflicts.

“By the way, have you seen the young master these past few days? During the great battle, he slew many saints, but afterwards he disappeared.” Yang Bingbing looked at Lu Liying and Jiang Qiling.

Over the years, the Sun family’s business empire expanded, encountering countless clueless people. No matter how formidable they seemed, two outcomes awaited them: either obediently become a subordinate, or obediently become a corpse.

“Brother Jiang, let’s end our discussion here for today,” the Immortal Lord said to Jiang Yun, after receiving a transmission talisman.

Mo Chen had never seen such an expression on Zheng Yi’s face. Like a wounded hawk, he would pluck out his enemy’s eyes even in his dying moments.

Gu Mochen’s expression was bleak. Wang Aotian’s cold gaze left him feeling uncomfortable, so he spoke, repeating the words he uttered on every visit.

As she spoke, she moved forward step by step, unwilling yet compelled, toward Jian Chen—no, toward Hua Xiangrong.

The four walls were made of ice, resembling sculptures. Under the dim light, they reflected a warm orange glow.

“He has succeeded, forming the Great Reincarnation!” Su Yiyi channeled the power of fate; her pupils transformed into the Wheel of Destiny.

“Don’t ever thank me again, understood?” Song Yu gently stroked her cheek as he spoke.