Chapter 30: Jiang Yuehua had plenty of ways to make a comeback; the good days were finally on the horizon.

The days after the national college entrance examination seemed like an afternoon stretched endlessly long—lazy, peaceful, and unhurried.

At the Huo family dinner table, Huo’s father suggested that Huo Siye enlist in the special forces, and the poor boy was so frightened that he burst into tears.

The Jiang family had also been behaving themselves lately. Last month, with the guards posted outside their gate, they had no choice but to hand over the money obediently.

When Huo Jianjun learned that Jiang Yu had become a creditor, he found it immensely satisfying.

In barely a few minutes, the more than one hundred pairs of trousers they had brought had sold out completely. The small traders who had failed to get any began shouting angrily, complaining that Qin Gang was being completely unfair. Why should others receive trousers while they got none?

Wang Xi glanced up at the number displayed on the boxing machine, then immediately turned to Mu Meng with a smile.

With that, her smile suddenly faded, and a hint of murderous intent gleamed in her eyes. Even Third Grandpa and the others were startled by the sight.

Although Lu Yingxiu had said so, Gulawa had managed to send phosphorus powder onto his body from more than two hundred meters away using nothing but inner force. That alone was enough to make her wary of the depth of his cultivation.

Not every pawn was as deranged as Igarashi Masayoshi. Put another way, not every pawn was as devoted as he was.

After hearing this, Lu Yingxiu could not be bothered to argue with Hutton any longer. She understood the big man’s temper perfectly well: he was fiercely competitive and could not bear anyone saying that he was incapable.

“Is that so?” Xiao Linye leaned back, rested one hand on the table, and tapped it lightly. Narrowing his eyes, he felt that Wang Jinshu had become even more unfathomable.

At present, the only direct disciple remaining at headquarters in the capital was Xingyu, disciple of Du Guancheng, the Grand Elder of Kunlun.

Nian Bai returned to the car, and the convoy of several vehicles slowly entered West City. The scene within suddenly came into view.

Seeing that Lan Ling was still bringing up something so embarrassing for the other person, Jiang Baitao patted her arm and said,

The Ninth Lady’s tears had long since burst their banks. She often asked Liu Bowen who her father was, but Liu Bowen merely shook his head and refused to say more. She had never imagined that her father had once been an official of the Yuan Dynasty—and that he had entrusted her to his enemy. It was that very “enemy” who had raised her to adulthood.

Every time someone offered a price, he would raise it by another hundred million. But this time, Lin Chen stopped bidding.

Clearly, Xie Wuji would never use the lives of his own soldiers to force a victory. Unless absolutely necessary, he likewise did not want Zhuang Zheng and the others to intervene.

After Chen Feng withdrew his soul-and-blood oath, he gave Hao Cang a cold snort. Hao Cang’s soul immediately convulsed in pain, and he fell to his knees before Chen Feng with a thud, terror covering his face.

Everyone looked into the distance, and soon they saw Lianxing approaching slowly in a red gown. A phoenix crown and bridal robes adorned her, while a red veil concealed her face.

Long Ling shook it off with extreme disgust, but just then, a pink bellyband fell into view before her eyes.

The Rehe Daily nearly broke its sales record today. The headline reported that the body of Rehe’s leading actress, Lan Xian’er, had been discovered in the wilderness. There were no external injuries on her corpse, but lividity covered her entire body, making it clear that she had been dead for several days. Yet she had still performed onstage only yesterday.

Before long, a skeleton suddenly appeared before Xie Wuji and the others. The body had already rotted, its features impossible to distinguish, but from its clothing, Xie Wuji and the others could still tell that it had probably belonged to a disciple of the Kunlun Sect.

Within the black clouds overhead, muffled thunder flashed intermittently. It seemed that some enormous creature was also moving through them, appearing and disappearing at intervals, too elusive for the eye to follow.

Zhang Yue could see nothing at all, but he could hear the steady, perfectly synchronized footsteps. Each step fell with force and certainty, like a war drum beating inside his heart. Had Yan Xi not been beside him, Zhang Yue might even have suspected that the enemy was attacking.