Chapter 79: How Could We Be on the Sea?

Chen Linlin!

Fang Zhiyin shouted at this terrifying girl, “Chen Linlin, what are you doing?!”

“How dare you ask me that?” Chen Linlin’s voice was inexplicably hoarse, as if she had spent a long time screaming before coming over. “Your husband sent those threatening photos to my company! After the boss held a meeting, he said I was to be shelved. And then, in the drama I was filming, Wenbin Situ suddenly replaced me! This was my first time playing the female lead!” She laughed wildly as she spoke. “If it weren’t for Ouyang!” She pointed with a trembling hand at the eighteen-year-old Ouyang Junyan, who was cowering nearby. “Would I have ended up like this?!”

Fang Zhiyin was stunned for a few seconds, then spoke again, “You brought this on yourself…”

Rumor had it that it was Lier. Upon hearing this, Yu’s expression froze slightly, a flicker passing through her eyes, but she said nothing.

Dan Li walked slowly into the hall, enduring the contempt, hatred, disdain, and suspicion directed at her, as if she felt nothing at all.

“Princess.” Xiao Shu nodded slightly as a greeting, then prepared to walk past her and leave.

“Hmph, overestimating yourself…” Situ Baxia looked coldly at the corpses of three elders lying on the floor.

After speaking, Old Sun packed all the medicinal herbs into his storage space and left immediately. His decisiveness and speed left Tang Yan momentarily dumbfounded.

Qinghuan remained silent; after all, her princess always had her own ideas about such matters, so she did not interfere and simply focused on preparing the clothes her princess would soon need.

The two attendants rescued Song Wen, carried him upstairs, and followed the innkeeper into a private room.

After circling three times inside and out, they finally found themselves beneath the house, settling in a cavern perilously close to an abyss at the edge of the mountain.

There were still a few peerless experts in the Sacred Dragon Sect, but their status and identity were extremely high. The upper echelons could not command them at all. These masters were senior elders of the sect, and the leadership did not even dare disturb them.

He could not explain it, nor could he articulate it; he didn’t even know why he had ordered them to halt here, outside the outskirts of Jinling City.

The Tianli cultivator holding the God of War token was about to speak, but was waved away by the Old Monster of Nine Heavens, instantly departing from this star domain. The token in his hand was reclaimed at the very moment the Old Monster acted. In the vast cosmos, this cultivator could no longer seek that domain.

After two days of calm, no Mingyue Kingdom cultivators appeared in the canyon, which made everyone cheerful again. News from Zi Fu City told of daily battles, with over a hundred cultivators dying each day—most of them lone wanderers.

She looked at Chen Fan—indeed, he was handsome, much better than Lu Jiujie. No wonder the young Aunt Su liked him. But he was bold—wasn’t he afraid of being discovered by Lu Jiujie?

“Though my troops are few,” Xue said, “the strategist’s armored cavalry fears not even Cao’s elite. Tomorrow, should Cao’s army invade again, I shall lead my forces and strike straight through their middle ranks.”

He roared, veins bulging on his forehead, his clothes splitting apart to reveal an upper body seemingly forged from gold and iron, every muscle robust and perfectly proportioned, displaying the beauty of strength.

“Oh, I’m just not very familiar with the sect’s layout, afraid to wander and cause trouble—so I’d rather stay indoors.” Lan Feihong replied modestly, then asked, “What are you senior brothers up to?” He gestured toward the nearby Qingcheng Mountain disciples deep in conversation.

Her tear-soaked eyes stared straight at Chen Fan. Though he looked thin, he was unexpectedly righteous.

Online, everyone was discussing the Ming family and Ming Qiao. Most were cursing Ming Qiao as heartless and the Shen family as betrayers.

Moon Gazing Fairy possessed high martial prowess, but always acted with modesty in the world of rivers and lakes.

After returning home, Shen Man organized her belongings. Next, she would wait for the house renovations to finish so she could begin decorating.

Yu Qingyao felt no pride in this moment; instead, she thought of her birth mother Mu Tianhua and her grandmother Lin Jinrong. Both had deep ties to the Emperor and had received his “true affection.” Sadly, neither met a good end! And she—hers was even more tragic! For how much genuine affection could Jing Xuan possibly offer her?