Volume One, Chapter 64: Destroying the Fu Family
From a young age, Fu Xueting had been fond of Song Qitian, even though she knew he was already engaged. After many years apart, when they met again, fate played a cruel trick: because of that wretched Shen Ruzhi, he witnessed her in her most humiliating moment. Fu Xueting bit her lower lip, nearly hard enough to draw blood.
“Qitian, move aside,” Fu Yao repeated.
Song Qitian’s voice, as always, was utterly devoid of warmth.
Out in the countryside near the capital, Zheng Heng entered one of the farms. After a brief rest, he went to visit a room within. Another silent bullet cut through the air; a martial artist beside Tanaka Shou lost an entire leg, his body propelled forward before crashing to the ground. His agonized wails were more harrowing than a pig being slaughtered.
Before long, Sima Zefeng too was subdued by the overwhelming pressure, collapsing even lower than Jiang Chuan.
“Shen Chi, unleash your power. Swallow those flames. The strongest in this world is still you.” Le Feng raised the Divine Scarlet Sword toward the sky as the black mist eagerly coiled around it. The blade erupted with tremendous might, the dark energy spiraling along its length before soaring upward to merge with the heavens.
Now, four Eight-Spice Chickens had been roasted to a golden crisp. Once brushed with spices, their fragrance filled the air, permeating every corner.
It took Mark the better part of a day to collect himself. When, with trembling hands, he extracted the iridescent white stone from the Jade of Zhan, his hands shook so violently that he failed three times in binding the stone with his blood.
“Go back? It’s so late already. Besides, didn’t you say you wanted to claim me as yours?” Chen Fan held onto Su Qianqian’s hand.
Wang Ruochen did not make a move immediately. On one hand, Leng Mu was in the enemy’s grasp, and acting rashly might endanger them. On the other, the opponent was also truly human—encountering them here, it was more likely they were an ally than an enemy.
Lying atop Shi Lei, Alice shook his body anxiously, calling his name over and over in desperation.
In truth, though they lived in a place said to prolong life, her grandfather passed quietly, his face still ruddy and serene.
Yet, things rarely go as one wishes. Perhaps too much force had been used, for at that critical moment, with a thunderous boom, the bottom of the Heavenly Pool exploded.
He then approached Zhao Youfa’s bedside, turned the incense stick upright, and suspended it above Zhao Youfa’s forehead.
Duanmu Fei listened attentively from the audience. She had written a speech for Shui Bing, but Shui Bing’er hadn’t read it verbatim; instead, she infused it with her own thoughts. In this, she had surpassed many celebrities. Duanmu Fei wanted to keep listening, but her phone began to ring—it was Akang Wu.
Standing atop the city wall, Chu Yi gazed in silence at the curtain of light, his mind replaying the boundless plaza and the pillar of light within the giant tower.
One thousand one hundred thirty-three acupoints—just one hundred sixty-six short of the full one thousand two hundred ninety-six. Not a small number, but hardly insurmountable.
After writing a dozen lines, Ling Tian reviewed his work carefully. Satisfied there were no errors, he handed it to Fu Hongchen.
No matter how Old Ding signaled her, it was useless. Qin Pei, however, didn’t seem to mind. With a couple of awkward laughs, he echoed Gu Man’s words.
Yu Xin just glanced once, nearly jumping in excitement. Yet, when she saw the look in that person’s eyes, her actions froze.
“You’re lying!” Feng Wu blurted out instinctively, the scene replaying once more in her mind.
Having rested enough and made his presence known, he did not wish to seem too different from the others.
Such places were common in the inner city of Starshine City—grand, imposing high-end restaurants with impressive reputations.
Ren Ying had worked diligently at the company for two years, always reliable and well-liked. Everyone held her character and abilities in high regard.