Forty-four

Nevertheless, The Beauty of the Eastern River 1312 words 2026-02-09 15:37:37

After leaving the mall, Su Yun was still fuming. She snatched the metal tag from around He Mian’s neck. “It’s nothing but a cheap disc with some carbon. Hideous.”

What was a grown man doing wearing a necklace, anyway? She vented her anger by rubbing it vigorously.

Her attitude did a complete about-face.

He Mian pried open Su Yun’s hand. “Don’t touch it.” He grasped the pendant...

He shielded his head with both hands and crashed into something hard. His body tumbled, and the scent of grass and earth rushed toward him.

She hadn’t contacted Jiang Mengya, and after Wen Xianning had gone to study in America a year ago, she’d never returned.

Ah yes, the Palace of White Jade—it was the palace that had brought her here. There had to be a way.

But Hua Youying was different. Hua Youying truly wanted to learn, and the miracle doctor Fei Fei always thought highly of him. It was just a pity that without Yang Xianmao’s help, his abilities had plummeted, leaving their teacher both exasperated and disappointed at his lack of progress.

In the flickering candlelight, Wu Yuanhao strode straight up, pressing her against the stone wall. Their bodies tangled, swift and burning.

Xiao Zhuyin looked toward the source of the voice and saw Xuan Yuan Wangji’s handsome face shadowed with gloom, his expression so dark and terrifying she dared not lift her head.

After the first wave of demon souls surged into the Immortal Realm, the border between the two worlds fell silent, as though the entire Demon Soul Realm had emptied itself in the assault.

Discussions about her had become red-hot countless times, and the Li Corporation’s malls saw their foot traffic and sales multiply overnight.

Because this type of evil spirit was so unusual, when they saw the magma below, they sensed something was off but never imagined it was a form of evil spirit.

Luckily, the side hall was now sealed by the Chains of Law. Though the power of the primordial spirit could shake the chains, the pressure radiating from the spirit was still not strong enough to break them. As a result, all that overwhelming force was sealed completely within, not the slightest bit leaking out.

Daoist arts? Xie Yixiang grew ever more puzzled. If there truly were Daoist techniques, only a master of extraordinary cultivation could wield them—someone like the immortal-like Realman Xiyi or Hai Yisu. Yet, this hot-tempered, striking young man before her actually dared to claim he knew such arts?

She was still pondering this when the silk scroll unfurled again—her basic stats from the previous world.

“This palace has noticed that since Lady Xu left the Cold Palace, her temperament has changed,” Yun Wanrong remarked.

“Xue Yihan, let go of me!” Su Yuqing glared at him. Xue Yihan hadn’t cut off her voice, merely robbed her of all strength. Now, she couldn’t even move a finger, helpless in his arms.

Today, if the Duke of Ning and the Old Madam joined forces and arranged the marriage between Ning Rong and Leng Muzhen, what would become of his grandson?

The formidable Consort Yun returned to Xihua Palace, collapsing onto the soft divan in utter defeat, her usual poise forgotten.

The eunuch cast a fearful glance at the emperor, meeting eyes as cold as a frozen pond. He hastily lowered his head and shook it.

But in half a year, with the Mustard Seed World in her hands, her mutated lightning spiritual root had been reforged countless times. Careful and steady, Ji Rongyu finally formed her core. If not for that, she might as well have drowned herself with a drop of water rather than seek her own justice.

The hall below instantly erupted into chaos, heated debates breaking out, but soon someone recounted what Ye Cangtian had done on the Path of the Gods.

No matter how much Chen Hongfei’s beauty increased, her status rose, or her arrogance grew, she still didn’t take her seriously. Even if Chen Hongfei’s face had become prettier, her mind hadn’t changed—if anything, it had grown even duller.

With things at this point, it would be awkward to refuse again. Qi Anluo had no choice but to force a thank you. She hadn’t prepared a present and had the driver take her to the mall. She wandered around, listened to the salesperson’s advice, and bought a tie and a wallet.