Volume One, Chapter 58: Baking a Birthday Cake to Celebrate the Anniversary

The phoenix carriage slowly entered the western side of the royal city of Sheye.
“No matter what, this is still an affirmation of my abilities,” he said generously, seemingly able to accept praise from all angles, even if it meant being called shameless.
“What do you mean… if I disliked you, you wouldn’t turn into a monster?” Ling retorted.
Mei Ruoxue suddenly recalled Ye Zhixing’s irritating smile before he left. She warned herself not to regret it—now she understood what it truly meant.
“That sounds nice, but if it weren’t for Dian Dian, you wouldn’t have come with us to Jingsha!” Dong Ling bluntly laid it out.
Lowering his head pitifully, Yunmu said, “Well, because we signed the master-servant contract, our minds are connected. So whatever the master thinks, I can know.” After speaking, Yunmu quietly looked up.
The carriage that had carried Duan Shu just now was now stopped at the village entrance. The horse lowered its head, nibbling on the grass at its feet. The reins hung loosely around its neck. It wasn’t restrained, yet it went nowhere—just quietly grazing at the entrance of Yunyin Village.
“Got it. It was just carelessness yesterday, wearing a long robe up the mountain. For safety, I tore the hem. While hiding in the cave and chatting endlessly, I forgot to light a fire to keep warm, and Dong Ling caught a cold!” Ye Yulin hurriedly explained to Mu Chonghao.
Though her initial intention was to frame Ye Zhixing and escalate the matter—Lin Lili’s father was no good and would deal with her—now that Ye Zhixing had saved Lin Lili, Lin Lili would not let it go easily either.
“I understand!” Ling took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and transformed back into a koi carp. A red light shot straight into the sky, piercing through the thunderclouds and beyond the clouds. Unexpectedly, above the clouds there was no dawn, only a vast expanse of black mist.
Ye Zhixing ordered several dishes. Lin Lili pricked up her ears to listen, but strangely, the dishes she ordered were not as expensive as the fish that Si Shang had just ordered.
The old Dragon Horse spoke with a weathered voice, and the next moment it did something that left everyone dumbfounded. It lazily lay on the ground, pulled out a green apple from somewhere, and calmly began eating it. Its demeanor clearly showed it regarded the dozens of powerful souls from the Netherworld Hall opposite them as mere ants.
Under the gaze of those seemingly all-seeing old eyes, Teng Gao felt as if a blade had pierced directly into his eyes, stabbing straight at his heart.
Thus, before Ouyang Ke could react, Zhang Ping struck him squarely in the chest with a palm, causing him to spit blood and fly three meters backward.
Thinking back to what she told Wu Yi earlier—asking him to stay, accepting Lin Zhen, even accepting the intimate relationship with Huo Ling’er—none of that counted anymore.
The glass of the fifth-floor window shattered, and Xiao Ran’s figure shot toward the C-class martial cultivator like a bolt of lightning.
He was tall, standing nearly 1.8 meters. If his height made him seem masculine, his eyes made it difficult to tell.
Fortunately, Meng Ruolan was still by his side protecting him. However, this ridiculous ambush was initiated by Meng Ruolan herself. At this moment, her willow-like brows furrowed, her full chest rising and falling slightly, her heart filled with fury. Though outnumbered, she was determined to annihilate these shameless scoundrels.
“To meet is to part; in fact, seeing me might not be a good thing for you,” Liu Ming smiled.
Ye Ze was heartbroken. The money he earned was all given to Qin Jiang, so how could he accept it? But reality was what it was, and he had no choice.