Volume 1, Chapter 22: The Inevitable Farewell

At this moment, Gong Yuyan took out a piece of paper and looked at the words written on it: "Mother, Father bought a three-courtyard residence today in the Chang'an Avenue area of the Imperial City. He said that you could come to live there in the future. Looking at Father's demeanor... it seems he intends to move there permanently after a while. We probably won't be returning to Li Village much in the future. Father says he wants to save money; he feels too poor right now."

Seeing this, Gong Yuyan was quite surprised. Li Xian bought a house on Chang'an Avenue? She naturally knew of that area—wasn't that where the various high-ranking officials and nobles lived? Did he have the money to buy property there? Of course, that wasn't the main point...

Third Master Li regained his senses, deciding to stop wondering why Chen Hao was so formidable at such a young age, or why he himself, despite his years, could not even enter the Dao.

The Demonic Ape tidied up the pots and pans, ignored the bald man's pleading gaze, knocked him unconscious with a single punch, wrapped him in a straw mat, slung him over his back, and slowly descended the mountain with his pack.

As for the four campus beauties, besides Xu Ying'er, Tang Fan also knew Tao Yueyao and Yang Jingya.

Jun Yan continued to walk through the tall grass, his concealment technique fully active. Although his strength had improved, he understood the principle that two fists are no match for four hands.

"Everyone, please look. Those areas that have turned black are the secret realms already controlled by the rebels."

"With so many princes in the world, given Shiyuan's talents, you don't necessarily have to choose to come to Jingzhou, do you?" Ma Chao asked.

The young man, who arrived with flair and left with similar ease, took Liu Ruoxi and departed. Ji Changfeng, with his back to them, suddenly called out a "many thanks," intended for Ji Lingsheng. The young man’s silhouette paused for a moment before disappearing into the night, treading upon the moonlight.

However, the next moment, a series of clicking sounds erupted from the activity of gears and mechanisms. The sounds grew increasingly intense, but after a while, just as the clamor reached its peak, it suddenly vanished.

This was the guardian deity of the Great Kun Dynasty, Elder Long. Elder Long, whose given name was Long Shitian, was not of the Dragon Clan; he was a human, and currently the only human Grand Venerable in the Great Kun Dynasty.

The attention of the crowd was entirely on Liu Lu, failing to notice the fleeting, meaningful smile that appeared on Zhang Ren’s face.

Opening it, the pale blue reagent inside emitted a mesmerizing luster. Beside it was a tube containing something resembling living mist, labeled with the words "Super Virus XXXX" and the blood-red characters "High Risk." Gu Qingcheng, grave and cautious, did not touch it, but instead picked up the attached note to read.

I hurriedly hid behind the right side of the doorframe and patted my chest. My heart felt as if a spice rack had been overturned. What kind of strange cycle had I entered? What on earth had happened?

Snow was somewhat reluctant. After staring fixedly at Gu Qingcheng for a long while, he slowly turned and climbed the stairs, moving with agonizing slowness.

I mocked myself, thinking I was truly overthinking it. Thus, I put on my scarf and gloves and continued walking forward, pretending to ignore the place I had been too afraid to pass.

He slept until the next day with the sun hanging high before rising. Stretching his limbs and seeing he was covered in sweat, he simply found a shallow spot in the water and jumped in to bathe.

Chen Zui muttered to himself, wondering if Officer Bai had other intentions—otherwise, why not bring out the money? "Come on," he thought, "we’re comrades who have at least shared a bed in total honesty, why play these games?"

Fu Mingzhu bit her lip, a surge of annoyance rising in her heart. How could she have forgotten that today was Luo Yang’s coming-of-age ceremony? It was only natural for the Old Matriarch to arrive early.

The Undead King fixed his gaze on Feng Que, who had landed in the distance, and suddenly his lips twitched, stretching into a sinister smile.

Upon hearing his words, Young Master Yue’s expression actually brightened significantly, and he even winked at the Red Scorpion Guard. It seemed he possessed absolute certainty regarding the power of Yin Mo’s palm strike.

Old Ma squinted at us, his expression intriguing, and said nothing. Even now, I cannot be certain whether he truly saw us that night.

"My Lady, Xun Cao is here," Wu Zhong said, walking in front. Lichun and Xun Cao followed, stepping into the inner courtyard one after the other.

Ye Ke moved his lips but ultimately said nothing. With his head drooping in resignation, he walked out of Ye Mei’s room, appearing to be obeying her instructions to go back and pack his things.

Finding his lost storage ring, Qiu Yu’s eyes lit up, and he quickly grasped it in his hand. There was another crucial item, the spirit beast bag, which he held in his other hand. As for the other belongings, he ultimately remembered Quentisha’s past kindness and did not take them, leaving them behind.

No! Looking at the dialog box that popped up in front of him, he decided not to activate the city’s energy shield. Since he intended to show weakness, he naturally had to let them see the hope of breaching the city.

Su Zhen remembered that evening when he said goodbye to Xia Chu. The sky was on the verge of turning dark. Xia Chu smiled at him, then turned and ran into the alley, her figure gradually blurring.

Although his words sounded like an inquiry, the actual tone carried the weight of a command, which made Xiao Tian feel very uncomfortable.

Lichun found it difficult to speak for others; matters of the heart were inherently inexplicable. Often, one sees fate floating right before their eyes, but by the time you reach out to grab it, you either grasp the connection only to lose the destiny, or you have the destiny but lack the connection. Just like Lichun and Fu Qing before them: they had the destiny but lacked the connection, or had the connection but lacked the timing.

"I'm hungry. Let's eat in a while," Gu Chengxiu said, turning around with a smile. The expression on his face was no longer rigid, but had become natural.

The firmament and the earth underwent destructive ruin under that immense power. Between heaven and earth, all things changed suddenly, becoming blurred and indistinct.

"Tell me, it’s not like that! Tell me exactly how my son died!" Consort Rong threw herself onto Wenren Mingjing.

"Nonsense? I, Hong Dan, never speak nonsense! I dare to swear to the heavens!" Hong Dan said, patting his chest.

With her rose-red lips pursed, Wu Meng smiled with an air of indifference. She did not like this man’s attitude. At such a critical juncture, how could the man across from her remain so calm, his tone as aggressive as ever, showing no sign that he was there to beg for her help?

Her entire body was covered in injuries, especially her cheeks, which were swollen beyond recognition. After that man had beaten her violently, he had ravaged her several times over before leaving, satisfied.

For example, if Chao Sheng refused to remove the seal for Linghu Bai, or if they faced terrible obstruction—but none of these scenarios matched the current situation.

Brother Duan’s senior sister, though not as handsome as Brother Duan and not fitting the aesthetic of the righteous sects, had a very distinct charm.

"Ling Huan," Miao Yi called out softly. Ling Huan looked back, saw it was her, and stopped to wait for her to catch up.

"Whether the road ahead is easy to walk is not something we can decide, but we can decide how we walk it," Bai Yue also said, gazing slowly into the distance.