Chapter 50: Hearts Aligned

After the two of them spoke openly, they found their hearts unexpectedly aligned. Unable to sleep, Li Qingyun simply took Gu Tingzhou to tour her private space.

Inside, piles of items of all shapes and sizes filled the area—everything needed for food, clothing, shelter, and travel. As he marveled at the abundance of goods from the future, he understood more deeply the meticulous care of his young wife. She had prepared so much grain; these supplies were exactly what they needed most now. For at least the next ten years, planned economy would still dominate, and people across the nation would be enduring hardship. With this food, their family could live without worry.

But she knew now was not the time for sorrow—the battle was not yet over. Wiping her tears, she resolutely dashed back onto the battlefield, determined to wash every monster in blood.

For whether it was Princess Jing, Ma Nanfang, Hong, Mi Xianhe, or those beneath the arena—the six-star and seven-star masters, even the many hidden experts lurking in the shadows, like Ling Xiao—they all frowned.

Such a magnificent sunrise was a sight she had never seen before. She stood atop the rocky cliff, gazing into the distance. Her heart opened wide, swelling with heroic spirit that made every hair on her body stand on end.

Within half a day, a silver palace escaped from the Tianyuan Realm, entered the interface’s fierce winds, and sped toward the Great Zhou Sanctuary.

Mei Qingshuang’s expression tightened for only a second before returning to a gentle, benevolent face. As her gaze lowered, a flash of light crossed her eyes.

“This child’s martial will is so resolute, his foundation so solid. Though he uses only heavenly-class martial skills, he leverages the strength of his hands to climb the stone walls by force. His talent is impressive.” Zhang Yan nodded.

It seemed the bride price of ‘ninety-nine million nine hundred ninety-nine thousand’ mentioned earlier would be presented immediately—not merely a joke after all.

Next was Chen Luo, of the Jiangyou Chen family. True to his distinguished heritage, Chen Luo’s poetry was expansive and composed, every line rich in substance—he certainly upheld the Chen family’s name.

Demons can indeed live longer than humans, but to become a millennia-old great demon is not easy. The lightning tribulation is a great ordeal; humans enter the cycle of reincarnation after death, but demons unable to survive the tribulation are utterly destroyed.

—In fact, he could hardly be accused of misspeaking. After all, so many swords were revealed; anyone with the ability could estimate their value, and there was little to hide.

Yan Congzhong halted, coming to stand before Li Yu. Extending his spiritual sense, after a few breaths, he said, “Yes, ahead are eight cultivators. The highest among them is at Star Emperor Rank Seven; the other seven are all at least Rank Three. They’re clearly lying in wait for an ambush.”

The thought of her actions, and not knowing how many lives it might cost, made Song Anran’s heart tighten.

Song Anran knew that Song Anjie would be very busy these next few days. Banquets everywhere—old classmates, fellow scholars, colleagues, even the imperial Qionglin Banquet.

After driving through the city, Chu Nan took the ring road for another ten minutes before arriving at the somewhat remote and quiet parking lot outside the sports field.

Soon after, Ling Tian arrived at Nian Tian Real Estate with Wang Yayan, entering the company together.

Ling Tian had all the time in the world to play with them, and he could play as big as he wanted. Wasn’t Huangfu Shan supposed to be so formidable? Let him see how tough he remained after losing everything he once had. Ling Tian was determined to make them reap what they sowed, force them to kneel here and beg his mother for forgiveness.

“Uncle, you shouldn’t blame yourself too much. It’s all in the past, and if this family reunion goes smoothly, you can make it up to him then,” Cui Yiping advised.

Gu frowned, feeling this was unreliable. With the eldest son’s temperament and competence, Song Ziqi would certainly dominate him, leaving no room to reverse the situation. In the end, rather than finding out Song Ziqi’s intentions, it would likely be Song Ziqi who discovered every detail about the marquis household.

Just as she stood there stunned, the window of the Rolls-Royce in the center lowered, and Chu Nan beckoned her over.