Chapter 38: Second Brother Hears His Future Wife Is Gentle

The guests took their leave, and those who had school to attend hurried off as well.

When Yi Rongkun returned from school that evening, she saw her second brother sitting in the main hall with his head hung low, seemingly devoid of interest in anything. She set down her small schoolbag, stepped up to him, and called out sweetly, "Second Brother."

Yi Rongquan, currently mired in despondency, heard his little sister's soft, dulcet voice and forced himself to pull it together, squeezing a smile onto his face. "Go play by yourself, little sister. Your second brother doesn't want to talk right now."

For the sake of Fan Dalong, I had no choice but to agree. Shen Linfeng took me to the rooftop once more, where a gentle breeze blew by, stirring faint, fragmented memories.

His behavior was utterly repulsive. He stood with one hand on his hip, contorting his body into an 'S' shape, while the other hand was held in a delicate, affected gesture—it was as nauseating as could be. The man possessed not a shred of masculine energy.

For a fleeting moment, I opened my eyes, only to shut them again immediately. I had caught the look of shameful longing in Shen Linfeng's eyes. His mouth pressed closer and closer to mine; I could feel the clattering of our teeth.

"Chief, all we know for now is that the person who was beaten is Japanese," the man stammered to Zhang Wuji.

That fellow had already shown a complete lack of judgment by choosing to rob Village Chief Zheng’s bag. Now, even with Zhang Yingying and the others blocking his path, he dared to utter such insufferable nonsense. In my eyes, speaking like that was no different from courting death.

Time in the world of Jiesha Peak flows differently than in the outside world. Yet, by the time Xiang Gangtian reappeared, a full month had passed since the day he was meant to return to the Forbidden City. One can only imagine how long the others had spent in the world of the Kunpeng Venerable.

He leaned forward, approaching step by step. Yoom looked up at Chen Xiaoran. Chen Xiaoran reached out, his warm, large hand resting on her cheek, his fingers brushing away the tear at the corner of her eye.

Watching the sexy silhouette of Su Yating as she prepared a late-night snack for him, Chen Xiaoran felt a warmth bloom in his heart. He walked slowly toward her.

The most famous star regions in the heavens had all been visited; there was nowhere safe to stay.

This would be enough to cement his status in the martial arts world—he would soon be the one whose mood dictated the rise and fall of others.

"A Shadow Assassin from the Dark Realm?" The king, who had never heard the name, continued to look at the middle-aged man in confusion.

She made a face at the two of them from the sky, let out a playful bleat, stepped onto a cloud of good fortune, and went galloping off across the heavens with a giggle.

Wei Jing’s brow twitched, and he finally turned his gaze toward Luo Xuan. Yu Hongshan’s eyes were filled with even greater shock and suspicion; cautious and overthinking as she was, she had already grown wary of Luo Xuan the moment Jiang Xue seized Wei Zhen. Luo Xuan’s fist tightened, and he instinctively reached toward his lapel.

Wang Hua-hou, the King of Yejin, suddenly understood: King Teng Yang-jing of Rihe had been beaten down from the top of the stairs by Fuxi.

"The opponent is actually a Spirit Cultivator..." Lei Yu was somewhat surprised. Martial artists focus on developing their physical bodies, while Spirit Cultivators harness the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. There is a qualitative difference between the two.

Just as he was about to shift his gaze, the sniper, looking through his scope, suddenly saw an arm emerge from the waist-high weeds where Xiao Yunjie had fallen. It pointed a middle finger directly at his position in a gesture of pure provocation.

"There's no need to talk about whether you're friends or not; I can see he’s quite attentive to you," Mother Yang said tactfully.

Yang Ruoli nodded. She thought to herself that those social circles must have some overlap—someone as incredibly well-connected as Young Master Ling couldn't possibly avoid befriending a few officials.

Seeing Lei Yu arrive, Murong Ling'er happily threw herself into his arms. Having not seen him for over a month, she looked much thinner, which filled Lei Yu with a deep sense of shame.

"Is that so?" You Yitian absorbed for a while, but for some reason, his mood suddenly plummeted. The low spirits immediately affected his brainwave frequency, causing it to drop sharply. The energy he absorbed dwindled significantly. The Spirit of the World sensed something was wrong at once.