Chapter 17: Feng Anqing

The spots that Ye Chen gave them brought a surge of joy to their hearts. It was precisely because of Ye Chen’s presence that their expressions relaxed considerably; he always managed to bring surprises when their spirits were low. For this reason, Ye Chen, the junior disciple, was cherished dearly by them. Unlike Wang Lin, who spent his days spouting impractical words and offering worthless concern. Only Yu Rumu was different...

In the hall, the scent of jasmine burned, wafting softly toward the bedroom. Han Wan’er, dressed in a Western-style nightgown, sat before the dressing table, delicately shaping her eyebrows. A faint, elusive smile graced her enchanting face as she hummed a tune, exuding serene ease.

Liu Chunjiang was a skilled swimmer. First, he explained some basic swimming principles to Yang Ziqi, then demonstrated several motions for her. Afterward, he stood by her side, allowing her to try swimming a few strokes herself, occasionally stepping in to correct her form with evident seriousness and responsibility.

Thus, he had no choice but to provoke Yang Mu to stop, so he could take a decisive risk to kill him.

At this moment, Su Mu was still boasting in the dormitory, completely unaware that a conspiracy against him was quietly unfolding.

In fact, Su Mu was a master of foreign languages. No matter what language it was, as long as it was spoken by humans, it posed no challenge to him. He could effortlessly speak various languages with impeccable accents.

Xiao Shuyun hadn’t even stepped out of the car when, through the window, she gazed up at the several gleaming golden characters hanging above the building’s entrance hall. Not long ago, she had been reborn here. Now, revisiting the old place, she felt a profound surge of emotion.

Su Mu believed what had just been said. That fellow truly dared to kill him—there was no doubt about it.

Thankfully, the nearby monitor showed all data within normal ranges; otherwise, the special care team would have been summoned immediately.

This demonstrated how terrifying innate-stage cultivators were compared to the secular and ordinary people.

Following Liang Chen’s gaze, Liu Jingru saw Mo An’an looking in the same direction. At the moment their eyes met, without hesitation, Liu Jingru linked her arm through Liang Chen’s and pressed her entire body against his.

“Our CEO, would you like to try it too?” Yolanda said to Li Zifeng, her eyes filled with a seductive allure.

Don’t think that simply leaving this private room would guarantee safety. Usually, only in such secluded places would people dare to strike each other; in public, even if one intended to fight, they wouldn’t dare to injure or kill.

Dinner was harmonious, and the two children obediently finished their meals instead of rushing off to play games.

Mu Jinsu stood shamefully aside. In front of those two—the master and servant—she felt like the “bystander” Wen Renyan had mentioned, utterly out of place and at a loss.

“You’re the brain-dead child,” Qi Manqing retorted with an eye roll. “Sit properly; I have something to say.”

“Lai Niang? Are you asleep?” Jia Liancheng looked at the low-hanging canopy. No matter the time before, his wife would always wait for his return. Perhaps she was upset because he had been coming home late recently?

Walking down the corridor lined with identical laboratories and under the bright incandescent lights on the ceiling, I felt my mind grow hazy, as if sleepwalking through a fleeting dream.

Xia Anlan briefly exchanged a few words, asking about his current condition, but then Su Ningmei took over the conversation.

She wasn’t sure what she could offer him; perhaps only this thing was something he wouldn’t refuse.

After calling out several times and trying three different names, Wu Junlin finally shook his head slightly, and Linghu Yuwei finally snapped back to awareness.

They had been away too long. They needed to find someone to ask about the current state of the Four Nations.

Tian Rong was also somewhat dazed. Since graduating, she had interned at an airline company, living with her parents in Zhonghai. Yet today, by some strange fate, she had another home in Yanjing, shared with Li Qing. It all felt like a dream.

Of course, the prince’s so-called concern was merely a message to the servants to properly care for the two children and ensure they suffered no hardship. The prince had no energy to inquire further.

Upon hearing this, many classmates nodded in agreement. Thus, the underground organization “Hetu Society,” later famed worldwide, was somewhat playfully founded that day. No one knew that its establishment was initially just to allow them all to apprentice under Wang He for martial arts training.

“Remember, you have no choice!” Yun Tianyu sneered, intensifying the release of his mutated infant power. He forcibly pried open the mouth of the man in blue, and amid his terrified screams, poured a cup of poison-laden wine down his throat.

Li Zhiming chuckled inwardly. Through these days of interaction and occasional psychological tactics from Cai Feng, he knew Cai Feng was playing mind games—first scaring Liu Yishi senseless, since once a person panics, anything can be negotiated.

After steadying Lin Mengdie, before Li Qing could react, a resounding slap followed immediately.

“Where is he?” After the destructive power of the three jet-black beads vanished, Wu Mo and the others found only a pool of blood on the ground, but no sign of an injured Yun Tianyu. They all wore expressions of disbelief, unable to fathom how Yun Tianyu had disappeared.

What truly surprised him was Li Guoke. He never expected the man to raise his hand without any regard for his nephew.