Chapter 42: The Hidden Fabric

Su Li locked eyes with Erya.
Erya was being held back by Daya, whose eyes warned her to stop. Erya’s face flushed red with resentment and rebellion. Why should the fabric given by their grandmother be given away by their mother to someone else?
Shoving Daya’s hand aside, Erya stepped forward and looked stubbornly at Su Li.
Erya, who used to be most afraid of Su Li, was no longer as terrified now that Su Li had stood up for her.
"Grandma, the fabric for me and my big sister was put away by my mom, and she said—"
"Erya, shut your mouth!"

Although Emperor Qiyuan was handsome, the sudden addition of a mustache made him look awkward no matter how one looked at it. The moment Yuange caught sight of Emperor Qiyuan’s face, he averted his gaze in awkwardness and looked the other way.

Qingling’s marriage was, in truth, marrying beneath her station. The dowry she brought would certainly consist of more than just gold and jewels; it would also include fertile farmland and property deeds. If Hongqi’s residence were also provided by her, it would likely hurt Hongqi’s pride and potentially give others gossip fodder to claim in the future that Hongqi had "married up."

Ugly. That was Shen Liancheng’s evaluation of him. Having seen far too many handsome men, this was the first time she found herself face-to-face with someone both so ugly and so short.

Therefore, no matter what everyone was doing, upon hearing the messenger announce that the old man was coming—regardless of whether the messenger’s tone was light or heavy, or the volume high or low—the effect was always identical.

Emperor Qiyuan did not smile, but his eyes, seemingly laced with honey, were glued tightly to the person opposite him. Yuange felt a flutter in his chest under that gaze, thinking how utterly endearing Yuange was like this.

"Right now, the most important thing is that immortal corpse," Immortal Master Taiji murmured, his eyes flickering. He had some friendship with the Shi family and could see that Qi Yuntian was under the protection of the Shi family. If the ancestor of the Demonic Profound Sect still insisted on acting, he would step in to stop him.

Counter-dungeons did not have respawn points, and their team lacked a priest. The priest maidens at the rear of the party were NPCs, possessing no skills capable of resurrecting players. Once dead, they could not even leave the dungeon; they could only honestly choose spectator mode and watch their teammates fight.

As Ping Ma’s words fell, wisps of green smoke emerged from Luo Kaiping. Yet not a single trace escaped; the moment the resentment touched the soul-refining flames, it vanished utterly into nothingness.

That’s right, the exact instant Mu Yi selected the logout button, a dark flame projectile fired from an unknown direction struck his body directly—a projectile that inexplicably gave Mu Yi a somewhat familiar feeling.

He was dressed in autumn attire of black, gray, and blue. The simple three-piece suit outlined his impeccably proportioned figure, making him appear even taller and slenderer than his actual height. His snow-white fingertips tapped rhythmically against the tabletop.

Accompanied by a violent tremor came a fierce collision. The giant palm blazed with dazzling golden light, its golden palm lines writhing like a resurrected divine dragon before surging forward in a body to form a massive golden canopy, descending directly to cover Chu Du, who had already been blasted away.

The youth had kept his eyes closed while the teenager launched his attack, but the moment the teenager rapidly closed the distance, the youth drew his sword.

"Su Yuna, don't you worry your head about this. Let my brother handle it, I've got this covered," Ye Xiaotian said with a smile.

Perhaps because it was still morning, many couples were stunned into admiration, but after sitting for a while, they stood up and left.

It had to be said that Lu Xi was the backbone and livewire of the Glory Club—generous, funny, capable of anything, and yet reliable and loyal at the crucial moment.

"Those water ghosts are exceptionally skilled in the water! Fortunately, there aren't many of them!" Rou Xin said softly.

If these water-avoiding mounts were truly fruit-under horses, then who on earth could possibly use them as mounts? Li Xin frowned deeply. As an absolute confidant of Li Chengzong and deeply influenced by him, he had never believed in ghosts, gods, or supernatural powers.

Based on the fragmented bits of information I had just overheard, I guessed in my heart that when they plotted this little drama, Xue Xueqi must have insisted that they protect her reputation no matter what. As for how they planned to do it, I had no idea, nor did I know what kind of consensus they ultimately reached.