Chapter 59: The New Contract

Obstinate and unreformed, he refuses to change despite repeated admonitions. If left to his own devices, letting him go on unchecked, there’s a pang of guilt that stirs within.

Ning Jing was visiting this place for the first time; upon learning the nightly rate exceeded her monthly salary, her eyes widened until they were perfectly round, her mouth agape so wide one could see her tonsils.

With a wave of her hand, she struck a blood specter with the force of life’s essence. Pain twisted his features, but the actual damage was negligible; after a brief suffering, he rushed forward once more.

Director Wang had spent last night thoroughly studying the song; the more he analyzed, the more delighted he became, and the more he was convinced of Qin Fangzhi’s talent.

Seeing the serene expressions on the faces of the three, Shen Jiu and Wei Ba felt deeply dissatisfied; what they wished to see was despair and fear, not calm acceptance.

The two cooperated seamlessly. After Chen Wei finished foaming the milk, Han Shan handed over the coffee cup; using the same technique, Chen Wei drew a stalk of wheat and a large heart.

The lyrics brimmed with emotion; the moment they were sung, it was hard to imagine that the audience—hundreds of thousands strong—immediately fell silent.

After running for a long time, the horse finally stopped. The setting sun bathed the horizon in red, painting the entire sky crimson.

Some from the Void Sword Valley were in the Nether Ghost Domain, but such an important item as the Penglai Immortal Palace was of little use on the battlefield and had certainly been left behind at the sect.

“Thank you, handsome.” After taking photos with the short-haired and long-haired ones in succession, Chen Wei exited the café through the back door.

In no time, Xu Qian’er soared to the foot of Tiger’s Peak, leapt upward, borrowing momentum several times, and landed atop the peak.

But there were too many gifts and messages from viewers; the comments and presents flashed across the phone screen so quickly that Ye Xuan felt frustrated. Was it really so hard to see what the audience was saying?

The sharpness of the Blood Axe combined with the powerful force of the Xuanlong True Qi slammed into the energy shield, causing it to tremble violently and burst into dazzling light, illuminating the dim cave.

Arriving at the gate of a large courtyard, Jin Jiang whispered, “This is the place. Follow my instructions; don’t act rashly.” He stepped lighter, reached the wall, and with a silent leap, clung to it, peeking quietly inside.

“Then I’ll just teach you on the first floor. There’s an empty room down there, right?” Ye Bai shrugged and turned back.

Yao Muchen and his companion listened with bated breath for any sound from within the house. Two heartbeats passed, and not a single noise emerged.

Zhao Yunfeng walked over, tugged at Chen Xinghai, and with a glance urged him to leave quickly.

Chen Xinghai wanted to reply mischievously, “Well, then keep doing it on purpose every day, I’ll never complain.” But he knew better than to say such a thing.

I was about to speak up for Fu Qiao, but my master quietly squeezed my hand and gently shook his head, warning me not to talk.

The coat was loose and long, covering the backs of her hands, and the informal look of the cropped top was transformed into something adorable.

I paused, about to stop the two of them, but as soon as they reached the cave entrance, a powerful force flung them out. I watched as they arced perfectly over my head, then the shackle ring was thrown, pulling them back again.

“Don’t worry, He Ye…” Maurilan dryly tried to comfort, though she herself was at a loss for words.

Zhao Xian’er even believed Shen Feng had already left; with such a mess, no one would want to take it on, and she couldn’t blame him.

“Should we go to my room?” Qing Feng invited with a smile, knowing Ai Haibara would never agree.

Let’s not even mention the Vermilion Bird Hall, Sacred Fire Hall, and the other halls and palaces—each held a respected place in the martial world, ruling their domains, difficult to uproot.

The man's tone was tinged with admiration, his cheekbones refined, his pupils reflecting her delicate beauty.

By rights, Han Yufeng in this back courtyard, though never favored much by Murong Yu, should have led a smooth life—yet her skill with words was unexpectedly profound.

Ye Feng didn’t expose the truth, but slowed his steps, appearing weak and pale.

Surely it couldn’t be her cousin! The thought alone was unsettling. She wanted to rush back to the villa and check on Jia Jia’s condition.

“No risk, no reward!” This increased Zhi Xiangyang’s pressure, but Gu Jiu was right—if he didn’t act decisively now, the next opportunity might never come. So after some discussion, Gu Jiu made the decision.

As for Mo Cai, though they hadn’t heard of him, it was clear he must be one of those hidden, extraordinary disciples.

Wang Shibo realized, “You mean you’re worried I’ll kill all your monsters, right?” The White Tiger Beast nodded, “That’s one way to put it.”

Huaxiang nodded in satisfaction, the corners of her lips curling up in delight. At last, her wishes were fulfilled—eating, sleeping, then admiring beautiful people and scenery; life was truly comfortable. The frustrations from Ye Feng and Zhu Li were finally gone, and before long she drifted into sleep.

With a gurgle, Xia Yingying and Xia Chuxue slid from one end of the silk ribbon to the other, then back again, swinging to and fro.

Better not to ask, really; the pretense feels awkward, especially since they were never that close—just friends or relatives. As for Hou San, she couldn’t ask him either; if she pressed, where had he gone? She wasn’t good at lying.

Fu Sihan wrote an address on the box, his handwriting powerful and bold, like a coiled dragon.

With her body’s systems recovering, Shang Mou’s physique returned to normal; the fat melted away, replaced by a refined, muscular frame.

Hearing the people below mutter “making a mystery of things,” Han Qingjue watched with interest as the object was placed on the ground. The man spoke softly, “Valley Master Han, please watch closely!” He gently lifted the red cloth, and instantly, everyone exclaimed in astonishment.

Uncle Lin walked in to find Mo Li unconscious on the floor; without a word, he scooped her up and rushed to the hospital.

Butterfly’s father felt much the same; his temperament was free and proud—if someone displeased him, no matter how outstanding, he wouldn’t care. But after spending time with Qianxing, he found her strikingly suited to his taste.

Time hurried on, the world’s tides ever-changing, but the Southern Province Holy Land remained, day by day, ever more prosperous.

While Fan Yanyan worried over so many things, Zhao Jiaxi showed not a trace of negative emotion. Fan Yanyan couldn’t help but mock himself—was he worrying needlessly? Zhao Jiaxi was happy—why should he be concerned?