Chapter Eighty-Five: Come, Drink Your Medicine

That smiling face—Xi He would never forget it. She appeared bathed in golden light, just like the radiance of their first meeting. When the one you love stands before you, even a wall of stone cannot keep your hearts from colliding in madness.

She had no idea how long she had drifted, nor did she know what had become of her father since she survived.

They ran toward Xing Zeyuan. Luo Tian called out to Gan Suo as he followed. Gan Suo lifted the domain of immortality; by now, Deng Chunlin and Louis Fanshi were both visibly worn out, but Gan Suo himself seemed utterly numb to anything else.

That day, when Chu Qiu learned she’d have to eat dinner at school, she looked at the money in her hand and felt embarrassed.

Since matters had come this far, marriage was only a matter of course. The only difference was that their union would now count three instead of two; everything else remained unchanged.

E Luo walked at the end of the procession, her gaze fixed on Yu Yuan, who occasionally turned his head, revealing his profile. This man was strong—if she wanted the lunar ghostlight to surpass the sun’s dazzling brilliance, she must grow stronger than him. E Luo felt this world-shaking war would end in triumph, and so her thoughts lingered on matters unchanged for centuries, even millennia.

To put it plainly, these people were all adherents of the “Only Ning Knows Joy” creed, as if afflicted by some strange malady. She had no intention of bothering with them.

Zhan Lantian had not liked Tingting at first sight, and now, seeing her again, he remained aloof, focusing solely on his meal.

Chu Qiu suspected An Qingyan disliked cooking, for he took far more steps than normal—disinfecting ingredients and utensils before and after use, and washing his hands several times while making dinner.

As soon as Su Mianmian finished another exam, the Ninth Prince learned of it within a quarter of an hour after setting foot on Mount Lu.

She remembered once asking a worker here, who explained that this was a wedding anniversary gift from a gentleman to his wife.

Liu Sheng’s lips trembled until Xi Ruoyan set the corpse on the ground. He rushed over, pulled back the cloak, and saw only Li Mama’s mangled flesh, her face unrecognizable.

Ku Man exchanged a glance with five or six men beside him; his subordinates scattered, keeping watch on their surroundings.

The moment these words were spoken, Old Master Feng’s gaze turned icy. This Xiao Dingli was indeed no simple man; he had seen straight through his true intentions.

The crying stopped abruptly. Zhang Huaide, who’d planned to put on a great display of wailing, was left dumbfounded when Xi Ruoyan suddenly changed the subject, his mouth agape in silence.

It seemed there was nothing he could do to her after all. Huang Yunhan picked up a pastry. “Ice-fishing in winter? You’re certainly at leisure.”

Only then did Chu Qian realize her own impropriety—she was tightly holding his arm, her cheeks tinged with red, gazing at Hao Chen with a pleading look.

Upon reaching the Beggar Sect’s headquarters, only a few hall leaders were present; the rest of the disciples had yet to return. Ji Gang, of course, was also absent; the hall leaders said he hadn’t been seen in a week and no one knew where he’d gone.

The remnant spirit of the Stone Ox flickered weakly, speaking in disjointed fragments as it struggled to convey all it knew, but to no avail.

“Power! Power! I feel my whole body surging with strength!” Ye punched the ground, collapsing the floor and revealing an ocean below.

The words of encouragement from Xia Yongfeng sounded to Fu Xing like a death sentence. What could he do now?

He must not be allowed to enter Chu Realm so easily. With this thought, he waved his hand, and several plumes of black mist appeared in the great hall.

Legend had it this tribe possessed a sacred artifact called the Bread Armor; only by collecting the pendants of all five tribal chiefs and fitting them into the five slots of the stone idol could one open it and obtain the armor.

“Save that for later!” Xu Hu’s eyes flashed cold as he reached to grab Jing Xiu’s clothing.

Zhi Fei set the fruit down by the sofa and sat across from Yuan Yincheng. She looked at this once high-spirited associate professor of medicine, unsure how to begin.

According to Wang Xian’s recollections, aside from home, the place Jiang Meng visited most often in her lifetime was the Suojia Beauty Fitness Club.

Perhaps after her injuries healed and with some suitable magic tools, she could just barely hold her own in a fight.

Slumping back over her desk, she knocked her head hard, hoping to clear her mind. What was she thinking—how could she foolishly hope Gao Zhao would change and stop disliking her because of yesterday’s events?

Watching their departing figures, Xiangcao’s body gave a little shudder. Moments ago she’d felt stifled, but now she was suddenly at ease. With their feeble attempts, did they really think they could take her child? Dream on.

Wang Feiteng’s face, hidden beneath a wide cloak, flushed red. He felt sure that if he stayed any longer, he could not maintain his composure.

“That’s as good as spouting nonsense!” Qingzi shot him a disdainful glance and spat out a crude retort.

Ruan paid no mind to what the other was struggling with, but directly stated his own demands.

Su Wan stood frozen for a long moment before coming to her senses. She raised her hand to cover her cheeks and lowered her head, a shy smile curving her lips.

Guan An paused mid-step. “I have other matters to attend to; please stay here, miss.” With that, he strode toward the stairs and went down.

Joy lit the faces of all the gods; not in City Nine, nor in any city of its kind, had such a splendid victory ever been achieved.

He suddenly felt a little dejected, for he knew that his words could never shake such a resolute, fearless heart.