Chapter 33: Like a Rebellious Non-Mainstreamer

Zhou Yinhe left Fengqi Garden as soon as the sky turned bright. Of the seven masters of the sprawling estate, only Ning Qing remained. She was feeling uncharacteristically industrious today; she was watering the flowers in the garden when Wu Feng arrived with Wu Xuan.

Steward Yang stood nearby, waiting. Hearing footsteps, he glanced over to see a security guard approaching, who whispered, "Chairman Wu of the Wu Group is here with his son; he says he wants to pay a visit to the Fifth Young Master."

"The Fifth Young Master is not in. Go and send them away," Steward Yang replied.

"Dong Jian, I saw Xiao Fanyu today." Before Dong Jian could even ask, Bai Rou spoke hurriedly.

Three days ago, the Myriad Beast Pill was successfully refined. Two days ago, the master alchemist who had been hired personally delivered the pill, and Cao Jinshan immediately sent word to Ling Xiaotian, the leader of the Black Rock Sect, who agreed to come and collect it in four days.

This hidden, bitter feeling could not be shared with anyone; he could only keep it to himself, savoring it slowly. His heart felt as though it were being ruthlessly kneaded by a giant hand. He rarely questioned whether the things he had done in the past were right; he believed in the truth that one should regret nothing once the choice is made.

"Not a Xiantian Martial Master, but a Martial Sect," the feminine-looking man said, ignoring the sarcasm and correcting him coolly.

The cold, harsh wind swept through fallen leaves and broken grass. Behind Di Shitian, Dugu Yingcheng stood against the wind, his fists clenched tight, watching the battle before him with a grave expression.

Looking at my reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window, then at the Apple 6 in my hand—that ultimate status symbol—I forced a wry smile. At the very least, I still possessed a tool that gave me a shred of courage.

Before Ling'er could even finish her sentence, a "thud" echoed out, and a certain phoenix had collapsed face-first onto the ground. Its claws, pointing toward the sky, were still twitching rhythmically.

She was dead, and that made things cleaner; no one would hurt Young Master Bai, and this storm could be considered settled. That must be what Feng Xian'er was thinking.

It was understandable that Mother Chu did not like him, after all, he was not Chu Di's own flesh and blood. But Ji Moli should never, ever have ignored him. He was a piece of her own body; how could she bear to let others torment him so?

He feigned a retreat, then, accompanied by two soldiers he was on good terms with, returned once more to the ruined temple.

This was a question Aierslan found difficult to answer, for anything could happen in the future. Perhaps even if Aierslan changed these three points, the world would remain the same; or perhaps, by changing them, the world would truly become a better place.

As for the news of Yuan Yi's arrest, Nie Zihe was still merely speculating, while Nie Zhaozhong, due to the information leaked from Nie Yan's side, already saw the situation with absolute clarity.

Though her words were venomous, her voice was truly enchanting. Su Qianqian did not need to look back to know that the person behind her was Meng Yao'er.

Fortunately, after waiting for a while, she heard no footsteps, and soon after, the sound of running water drifted into the air from the bathroom.

Unexpectedly, he answered her question with another, and Qiao Mu bit her lip, saying nothing. This was both a private matter and something she simply did not know how to answer.

For the next few days, I remained ill, suffering from recurring fevers. To my surprise, Biyu and Qing'er did not seek out a doctor from the Mu household this time, but instead had one sent from the Yuan residence.

After stepping into the VIP room to the side, Yuan Qin scrutinized the two of them again: she couldn't shake the feeling that they were exchanging glances, as if they were conspiring together.

After catching his breath for a while longer, Ron jumped onto the window sill—through the bright window, one could overlook the invincible scenery of New York: the skyscrapers of Manhattan to the east; the endless New York Bay to the south, where waves and boat shadows mirrored each other; and the Hudson River to the north, winding its way into the distance.

The other path is to head to Eagle Mountain to undergo a metamorphosis—they will stay on Eagle Mountain for three months, smashing their beaks against the rocks, plucking out their talons, tearing off all their feathers, and waiting for it all to grow back anew.

The First Prince sighed: "Fine, I'll count it as a debt I owe you. I will tell you this: among the Nanzhao delegation this time, there is the person you most want to see." Having said that, he turned and obediently followed the person away.