Chapter Thirty-Two: A Secret Affair

Su Mian was not concerned about Shang Jiuxu’s self-control; she was worried that dredging up the past would pierce the deepest, most hidden wounds in his heart.

On stage, the trainee with the tragic background continued to weep in silence, choking out the story of how her irresponsible father, favoring sons over daughters, had brought home a mistress’s child and driven her out of the house.

The camera panned across the five mentors, lingering longest on Shang Jiuxu’s face; after all, everyone loves to look at a handsome man. Especially when Shang Jiuxu smiled with such bewitching charm amidst the sorrow.

"This passage, although grammatically flawed, could still be used if placed in a fantasy novel's blurb," Qian Lei thought to herself.

Qi Heng glared at her, then sat at the table and poured himself a cup of tea. The tea was cold, and his brow furrowed even deeper.

Although many felt that Thori'dal, the Stars' Fury, lacked a proper backstory and failed to live up to the name of a legendary weapon, it remained a legendary item nonetheless. The energy of the Sunwell coursed through the bow’s frame, requiring no arrows; one only needed to draw the string, and a magical arrow would form automatically.

With that thought, Hua Ruyan decided to stop overthinking and gestured for everyone to disperse. Before they left, however, she gave them strict instructions: if Young Master Mu were to ask later, they must all stick to the same story—insist that the gentleman from before had forced his way in, and that they knew absolutely nothing about it.

"Is this a gift for me?" Mei Xiyunjia asked with a hint of anticipation. If Li Yong were truly giving it to her, she would not refuse, as the auction item could help her grandfather’s health. She could always repay Li Yong privately later.

This wouldn't do! If Bao Yu’s strength was high enough, it would be easy for these gusts of wind to shred the medicinal herbs.

This was the most critical moment. Unlike when refining with physical cultivation techniques, the Everlasting Solar Flame now lacked the support and control of inner energy. Yi Xuan had to contain the flame within the engraving, preventing it from spreading outward to avoid harming the poisoned victim.

By the time Hongyu had finished practicing all the acupuncture points on the assistant, Li Yong had finished reciting the acupuncture mnemonic.

"You Ge, besides the Great Zhou Heavenly Star Formation, is there anything else in the Nine Provinces that contains this kind of power?" Yi Xuan asked.

A holographic image appeared in his mind. Everything within a hundred-meter radius of Jiang Jie was revealed as clearly as if it were high noon, even the rogues maintaining their stealth status; they were laid bare, unable to escape the scanning of the gaming pod.

I do not know how much time passed, but the suffocating eye contact finally ended. Dai Mu’s legs gave way, refusing to obey, and he slumped to the ground.

After a moment of waiting, the skylight above creaked. As soon as a crack opened, a white figure flashed in, and with a loud clang, the cell door shut once more.

Hearing Qin Chong’s words, the Ink-Scaled Beast paused, though it did not respond immediately. Its eyes darted back and forth, as if it were weighing Qin Chong’s proposal.

Nezha, having just experienced the most tragic of human fates—death followed by rebirth—had only one intense thought: revenge.

When Lu Qi told her that Lu Village had been wiped out, she was too shocked; she simply refused to believe it. Yet, deep down, a seed of doubt remained. These past few days, the matter had weighed heavily on her mind; she knew she would never find peace unless she went back to see for herself.

Lei Hu immediately began to mock and sneer upon seeing them. Mo Mo ignored him, maintaining her smile.

"Warfare is a matter of vital importance to the state. One principle is to know the enemy and know yourself, and you will never be in peril. Another is that there is no constant shape in war, just as there is no constant form in water; one who can adapt to the enemy to achieve victory is divine. Strategists are divided into four categories: those of power and strategy, those of influence and momentum, those of yin and yang, and those of technique," Liu Tianhao continued.

Lu Xia took a seat in the third row, by the window. The chaotic classroom fell silent instantly as Liu Xin began the lecture.

This was of immense help to Ye Fei'er. According to Qin Fei, Ye Fei'er had attempted to form a Golden Core once before, but failed in the end. Given that her aptitude was not poor, it was likely she had simply lacked the necessary opportunity.