56. Two people walking on diverging paths

Si Yun stared at the interface. The software had answered seven or eight of her questions.

She had never—never—seen software like this. It was so intelligent that it planned out every single step for you. She had asked what she would need to put on an exhibition, and it had listed everything, one by one: the research, the supplies, the personnel, the follow-up planning, and even the exhibition’s impact...

Was this really software?

In Si Yun’s eyes, putting together all of this would normally take a small team. After all, she had spent more than half a year working on her own embroidery exhibition. Yet now, every step had been laid out before her with such ease.

This was beyond incredible. If an app like this ever...

Bang! Yuan Hong crashed heavily into his six brothers. The others combined their strength to catch his towering frame, but even so, the Seven Sages of Meishan were badly shaken and staggered back a step. Blood rose to their lips, only for them to force it back down.

Watching the waves roll across the sea before him, Qinghan felt uneasy. He had not told his senior brother Qingcheng that the island lord had ordered him to capture Mo Yufei and Turtle Immortal.

But even the faint glimpse of her alluring figure and captivating presence was enough to make everyone there think the same thing.

Those people had no human emotions, and so they feared nothing. Ordinary people could unleash extraordinary strength when fighting for their lives—let alone those who were already highly skilled in martial arts.

At this point, death was only a matter of time for us. We were all merely dragging out our final moments. Perhaps if we closed our eyes, we would never wake again.

“Inside Hueco Mundo.” “The Hollow King named Aizen.” Those words made Toshiro Hitsugaya, the young captain, sense that something was amiss.

After they finished speaking, both master and student froze. Neither had expected the other to have noticed the same thing. Li Canghai felt a warm current rise within her, and with it came the delicate sense that their hearts were in perfect accord.

“Your Majesty, Your Highness the Crown Prince, I have come today on behalf of the imperial merchant Huang family...” Count Anle began. Head bowed, he dared not look directly at the emperor, and so failed to notice His Majesty’s expression change in an instant. Had he seen it, he surely would not have continued.

Though the Grand Elder and the others had no experience in this area, they all understood that this was a matter of great importance to the image of the Kingdom of Oaks, and treated it with the utmost care.

Now the biggest problem for the Star Leopards had been solved, and the entire saltless pool had truly become their territory.

What problem? They hadn’t been paid in five months, and morale was faltering. And what did faltering morale mean? It meant they could no longer fight—and might even become a source of trouble. They were a destabilizing force, already burdened with countless grievances.

Hidden in the void, Lu Chenxing was astonished. He had killed so many powerful members of the Divine Clan. Ordinarily, they should have attacked him on sight. Yet this Grand Elder of the Divine Clan did not seem inclined to do so.

If nothing unexpected happened, Fred should be able to resist the effects of injuries or even death for a short time, then “purify” himself of those afflictions afterward at a certain cost.

Meng felt as though someone had dumped a bucket of cold water over his head. The strange knowledge and movements that had been racing through his mind moments earlier scattered like smoke.

The few ghost soldiers looked at one another. They could think of no better plan, so they clasped their hands in thanks.

That was only what people said to his face. Who knew what they called him behind his back? After those two incidents, Fan Li had become someone everyone cursed.

Wusongzi and Xuanyangzi stared at the pills on the table, glancing at each other in turn. They truly had no idea what to do.

“Heh-heh, no problem!” Chen Meijia’s smile widened. Her eyes shining, she continued working.

Just then, a Maoshan disciple rushed in, pale-faced, and whispered a report into Perfected Wuji’s ear. His slightly trembling hands made it clear: something terrible had happened at Maoshan.

Chu Xiao used the opening stance of the Flying Eagle style, adapting to each move and responding with calm ease. He completely countered Liu Gang’s boxing technique. The difference in their martial prowess was immediately obvious.

When Yu Qingmei heard this, her pupils slowly narrowed. She found it deeply amusing, though her face betrayed little.

“Huh?” Zhao Biwu was bewildered. He hadn’t held back at all with that strike. Given my speed and strength, I shouldn’t have been able to block it or dodge it—so why...? He stared at me blankly, only to find that I was even more confused than he was.

I’m not especially attached to phones. As long as one works well, that’s enough for me. The 4S I happened to get works well enough, so I’m not going to compete with them.

Gu Ruoyu sat at his desk, imagining how Jing Yunxin might react when she saw a sea of roses, wondering if it would move her. Just then, his phone rang. He picked it up.

Everyone laughed and sat back down, leaving the two seats at the lower end of the table open. They bustled about grilling lamb, their mouths as busy as their hands as they chattered away.

“Fire Gu Weiyi. There’s no reason for her to stay with the company now. What do you think?” Through the gap in the curtain, I could see his back.

Jiang Muchen was truly torn. He had done many things wrong in the past and treated Fan Xiaoxi terribly. He hadn’t cherished her—but did that mean he couldn’t turn back? Couldn’t he love her again?

As Sister Yin gave her somewhat flustered explanation, Baihe awkwardly tugged at the corner of her mouth. It seemed that the boy named Liu Yang had also learned about the scandal over those intimate photos of her that had broken out not long ago.

His brow furrowed even more, as though he could no longer be bothered to talk to me. He came over, lifted me off the bed, and stripped off my soaked jacket, tossing it aside. Next came my thin sweater. At last, only my shirt remained. His fingers quickly undid three of my buttons.

Liang Yuanchao listened as Ni Xue told him about the ordeal she had suffered at Wen Rui’s place that day. She cried as she spoke, saying that after security took her away, she had nearly been sent to the police station. If she hadn’t said she regretted it, the other party wouldn’t have let her go.

The two of them walked back in silence, Chu Qingchen in front and Noya behind, each watching the ground beneath their feet.

The second-floor balcony wasn’t very high, but there were all sorts of plants and ornamental stones below, and she could easily have been hurt. Terrified, she threw her arms around his waist. Though she argued with him and they seemed utterly incompatible, she had fallen hopelessly in love with him.

Considering this outcome, Adil thought it over by himself for a while. In the end, he did nothing and simply lay there in silence.

Just imagining that wonderful scene made Vinal smile. He felt that this moment was so comfortable—and so thrilling.

Song Yuhua slowly shook her head. “No. We’ve already fled from Yan’an to Beiping. If we flee again this time, what about the next?”

During the eight years of resistance against Japan, most of the people of China were displaced, wandering in flight. But Song Yuhua went against the tide, heading straight for the front lines.

Watching her younger brother stomp angrily upstairs, Huang Ke gave a bitter smile and muttered to herself, “Our parents died young. Before the old man died, he took my hand and made me swear I’d raise you—that I wouldn’t let you grow up into a worthless good-for-nothing.”