Chapter 38: The Truth-Telling Talisman!

Jiang Xinxin’s voice was shrill, and at her cry, Jiang Yueyao and Jiang Hengzhi, who had been in the living room, hurried upstairs.

When Jiang Yueyao saw Nan Yuanman rising from Jiang Xinxin with her backside sticking up in the air, her expression changed instantly. “Oh my God! Xinxin!”

She rushed over, shoved Nan Yuanman away, and lifted Jiang Xinxin from the floor with great distress. “Are you all right? Did you hurt yourself anywhere?”

Nan Yuanman was small and light, and when Jiang Yueyao gave her that forceful shove—

Shitian turned his head and stared blankly at Wulian. He could hardly believe that those words had actually come from her lips.

Chunteng thought for a moment. The panda clan was famous for its cold temperament and possessed an innate racial advantage, unlike plant spirits such as themselves, who had been cursed by their own bloodline.

The fairest course was to raise Shangguan Lingxi, a child without a mother. If not for the presence of the Old Madam Shangguan, her days would likely have been difficult.

Ye Qingqing arrived at the café downstairs, where Bai Chenyu was waiting for her. From a distance, Bai Chenyu no longer looked like the immature, rebellious youth he had once been; he had matured considerably.

“We will promote it for three days, and hold the auction at noon on the third day. Senior, what do you think?” Mu Xuanzi asked respectfully.

After the thought crossed her mind, Feng Linglong withdrew her arm from Jing Yue’s grasp and shot toward the male servant like a bolt of lightning.

Meanwhile, Qiu Shaoze and Luo Yun, who had been settled elsewhere, had intense curiosity shining in their eyes.

Hearing the successive sounds of something slicing through the air outside, Elder Lei could not help shaking his head repeatedly from within the room. He knew that this time, they were probably truly doomed.

“Wulian! Have you lost your damn mind?” When Wulian burrowed into his quilt, Shitian shuddered twice. The two lay naked beneath the covers, embracing one another with nothing between them.

Qi Qingjue watched every move Feng Linglong made in silence. His eyes passed through a bewildering mixture of emotions—worry, tension, delight, tenderness, confusion, excitement, panic, and more. His body trembled lightly several times, and he was unable to keep himself from losing his composure.

Wu Yu nodded without giving it much thought. He reached down to pick up the candles scattered across the floor, but the instant he extended his hand, he felt as though a needle had pricked his fingers. He immediately drew his hand back. When he looked again, the candles on the floor had begun to burn one after another, soundlessly and of their own accord.

Yan Bin nodded, and began calculating where the Heaven-Swallowing Dragon Jiao could have gone. It was not the sort of creature that would simply leave without reason. Could some supreme expert from within Dragon City have come looking for trouble?

Chapter Ninety-Two: Do You Like Me?

On a spring afternoon draped in ceaseless drizzle, Tang Shi arranged to meet Meng Shiyu at a secluded and tranquil tea house.

“Yes. This is the VIP ticket issued by the organizers, and all expenses are covered. It simply grants no priority, so anyone who needs to queue still has to wait in line,” Yan Binhe said helplessly.

That gentle voice sent Tang Shi’s heart racing again, just when she had finally managed to calm herself. “A Shi”—such an intimate form of address—had never been used for her by any young man other than her two cousins.

“Why should we be afraid of you? It’s not as though you can eat us.” Yang Tianlong smiled casually and cast a faint glance at Wang Chuping. His face was extremely tense, and his body was trembling involuntarily.

Although Yan Bin had used up nearly all the Chaos Stones he had acquired over those three years, quite a few still remained in his mustard-seed pouch. They were more than enough for him to use outside.

The two of them boarded the same carriage, while the several maids took two carriages behind them. After traveling through streets and alleys, they arrived at the Prince of Yan’s residence.

Over the centuries, countless people had tried to enter Spirit Mountain, yet none had found a way in. Even those who succeeded had vanished without exception. Clearly, Spirit Mountain concealed some unspeakable secret.

Having been given something sweet to eat, Ye Fanxing looked much more relaxed. She lifted the large bowl and swallowed it in one gulp.