Chapter 25: Let’s Fall in Love

"Miss Qiao, help me!"

It was finally the weekend, and Qiao Weiwei had intended to sleep in, but she answered the phone in a hazy daze. She heard a deathly, hollow voice on the other end. Glancing at the caller ID, her eyes filled with confusion. "Assistant Chen? Why do you sound like you're about to die?"

And was he not, in fact, about to die? Chen Li saw that she still had no idea what kind of mess she had stirred up, yet he could not tell her directly that Gu Jinnian was—all because of Miss Qiao.

Ye Xianshen took a deep breath. He knew full well that he could have avoided being so misunderstood, but he did not wish to reveal the truth. He did not want those with ulterior motives to know about his efforts to raise orphans, lest they use it against him and render his hard work meaningless.

"Now that you've called us over, don't even think about running away," Mo Fan said with a smile, handing over the health supplements he was holding.

Meanwhile, the major experts of the four sects heard the commotion and headed toward the sound, as none of them wanted to miss the ultimate showdown between Ye Taoling and Zhao Qingmo.

After speaking, Guo Yi waved his hand behind him. Two armored cavalrymen ignited their three-barreled muskets. Following a thunderous blast, Song Xiance and Niu Jinxing fell into a pool of blood, their chests pulverized by the gunfire into two mangled, bloody craters.

Miss Ma approached the ice coffin, circling it as she carefully examined the pair of children sleeping within. She paced slowly, leaving a trail of fragrance in her wake. She nodded frequently, only to shake her head and sigh, as if she were looking at a rare treasure, yet grieving for it all the same.

Under Edward’s command, the Hanwei artillerymen operated the cannons with practiced ease. The interval between each round was incredibly short, rivaling even that of matchlock muskets—a testament to the rigorous training the gunners underwent daily.

Seeing Jiang Zhuofang nod, Yun Zifei leaped up and punched through the ceiling, but after a single glance, her expression shifted instantly. Seeing her unusual pallor, Qingluan’s tears suddenly welled up.

At this moment, Cheng Tian felt a surge of immense excitement; his spiritual consciousness was now no weaker than that of a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator.

He was a man—a man through and through. Though he was a bit short, he was a man nonetheless. Yet, he could not fathom why Wusheng had said those words, and he was left stunned and bewildered.

Taking a secluded path, they finally arrived at a dilapidated house. Yuchi Linjia said awkwardly, "This is just a temporary place to rest. Our previous location was discovered, so I had my uncle and the others move here while I drew the pursuers away." He continued, "If the Sovereign does not mind..." He faltered as he watched Ye Ming step inside.

"I am asking you, who ordered you to carry out that attack?" Orsa asked, looking at the man kneeling on the ground.

The impression he gave was strange—not exactly temperamental, but his style of conduct was somewhat erratic. One moment he appeared indifferent, and the next, he would turn hostile and strike without warning.

Orsa immediately quieted down, obediently pulling up a stool to sit beside Angivelle.

Setting aside the sheer numbers, Li Wei felt that he would inevitably encounter super-powered individuals of his own rank, and that would be the true test of his abilities.

He was merely going through the motions of throwing out threats; Ronan had said similar things after being taught a lesson by a certain Titan last time.

It suddenly dawned on him that this auction was much like a livestreaming platform—simply a venue for the wealthy to flaunt their riches.

After mounting their horses, Shen Long and Lan Yi departed from Yin City, galloping toward the direction of Qingfeng Town.

The Nangong family recruited disciples from both commoners and nobility. Those of noble birth became direct-line disciples, while commoners were relegated to collateral status. Naturally, the direct-line disciples enjoyed superior treatment, while the commoner disciples were essentially treated as servants, assigned as house slaves to various nobles and the royal family.