39 The Little Bell
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Li Xiaowan was now using herself, which was actually quite understandable. After all, she was the Best Actress. The Golden Horse Awards had always been dominated by Hong Kong and Taiwan, and only recently had the mainland begun to take its share. I do not know whether Lin Mu was the first, but he was certainly the most sensational—because a newcomer had won alongside an established Best Actor.
He now more or less understood why he had been arrested. In short, the Yin Fiend Sect had mistaken him for a spy from the Sunlight Sect. As for the grudge between the two sects, judging by what the elder in charge of law enforcement had said, it seemed that the Sunlight Sect intended to replace the Yin Fiend Sect as the new second-rate sect.
Chu Feng also understood that Zhao Jing must already have learned what had really happened. Otherwise, she would not have questioned him so angrily. Perhaps she felt that his failure to tell her about something like this was a sign of disrespect. Chu Feng himself was not in a particularly good mood either.
“If it weren’t for you, how could Yang have had the heart to leave? Forget it. I’ve already found a way to save her. Just return my primordial spirit to me.”
After Yuan finished speaking, he no longer paid any attention to the visitor.
By the time Lin Mu arrived, Yanzi had already seen off nearly everyone. To his surprise, Old Liu had not left yet either.
The three of them smiled helplessly and tugged at their clothes. The skin beneath their garments had originally been normal, but all the skin exposed outside them had turned purplish-red or black.
“Hey! Don’t be so tense! Isn’t the point of killing phantom beasts to obtain mystic crystals? And aren’t mystic crystals taken to be sold for mystic coins? There are plenty here. Why insist on hunting them yourself?”
Ironwood Yun strode forward. He had originally been some distance away from Dragon Sky, but with a single step, Dragon Sky was once again standing in front of him.
The cultivators behind Luo Ping and the others were never able to emerge from the spatial passage. By then, it had completely collapsed, and enormous spatial rifts appeared within it, swallowing everyone whole.
When Ying Beichen finally stopped acting like an overgrown adolescent, Lan Linfeng and I both breathed a sigh of relief. At last, we no longer had to deal with a young man suffering from terminal adolescent theatrics.
It was indeed a problem. Zhong Lingyu smiled faintly and told her not to ask any more questions, but simply to do as he said.
After sleeping through the day in a daze, Shen Ruxiao had little reason to leave the palace under ordinary circumstances. Even when she did go out, it was usually only to pay her respects to the empress. She was straightforward by nature, and even Fu Chen doted on her greatly. Thus, spending entire days asleep in her chambers was perfectly normal for Shen Ruxiao. It was only because Sister Helian had said that she could not go on living like this that she had agreed to paint together with her.
Even if Yun Xuan’s strength truly lay at the mid-stage or peak of Ancient Martial Arts, the two of them would still feel no pressure. After all, they had four Ancient Martial Arts experts on their side. Four pairs of fists and feet against one person—there was no way Yun Xuan could handle them.
At Dala’s words, Tan Xiang’s delicate body suddenly stiffened. A trace of melancholy quietly surfaced in the depths of her gentle, beautiful eyes.
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“Damn, there’s actually such a rule? Then why didn’t you say so sooner?”
The moment Number Seven finished speaking, Number Two flew into a rage.
Three Fatty’s legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the ground. Raising a hand to wipe the cold sweat from his brow, he spoke in a trembling voice.
Just as last time, the banquet was being held on the top floor of the Tianhua Hotel. Yun Xuan had previously heard Lin Jiayi say that the hotel’s top floor was generally not open to the public and was only made available for major occasions. Clearly, the Tianhua Hotel wielded considerable influence.
He had not gone far when he spotted a piece of rough stone sitting on a shelf. It was not large, and its dull gray appearance made it quite inconspicuous.
Using Baili Chuan’s blood as a sacrifice to the battle flag was one purpose; the other was to proclaim to the world that when a person commits a wrong, they must bear the corresponding responsibility. A simple “I’m sorry” could not erase the injustices of the past. Justice might be late, but it would never be absent. Every debt you owed would one day be repaid in full.
What QI Jingyao found most ironic, however, was Fu Chen. He had clearly committed that filthy deed himself, yet had made the Feng clan take the blame for him. The courage of this ruler was nothing more than that.
“The possibility may be small, but it is the only explanation. Everyone, fend for yourselves.”
Shaking his head, Number Six headed straight for the building where Dragon Thorn lived.
A mass of snowy white—more precisely, a stunning beauty with fair skin, bare shoulders, and an exposed waist—tumbled from the bed and rolled onto the floor.
When Yu Wanning saw her arrive, she smiled warmly and invited her to sit. She had originally planned to send Madam Du to the Duke Protector’s residence to learn proper etiquette. But Yu Wanning herself spent every day in the prince’s residence and would eventually marry into it anyway, so she simply decided to have Madam Du study there instead.
She knew that the person with the real authority to speak in the Chen family was Chen Sijin. Chen Sijin was the one who made the decisions for the family. Even after marrying her brother, everyone in the household still listened to her.
“Mother knows how anxious you are to learn about your elder brother, so the moment I saw Madam Wei off, I came straight here!”
The princess consort took Yu Wanning’s hand with an affectionate smile and gently patted it. Her smile was soft, like a spring breeze brushing across the face.
When Ling’er heard what Yellow Springs said, she felt somewhat reassured, but she was still nervous, staring fixedly at the doorway.
Zixuan treated this place as though it were her own home and had never encountered any obstacle coming or going. Why was she standing outside the door today?
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Looking at the naturally happy, faint smile on the usually aloof Chu Zili’s face, she felt genuinely pleased for her.
Banxia, however, felt that it was a romantic companionship—a journey that, beneath its magnificent and dazzling exterior, returned to its original starting point and brought the story to a perfect conclusion.
The guards stopped her without the slightest courtesy, leaving Song Yuan somewhat embarrassed as she glanced at the Southern Jing Emperor, who had deliberately dressed in an extremely understated manner.
An Chunxuan also shifted the focus of his career back toward the domestic market, leaving the management of the United States operations entirely to An Chunran and Zhang Duoduo.
Moreover, a great many spatial bracelets had already appeared inside his own spatial bracelet. It looked as though he was about to make a fortune.
Qing Ya and Eastern Sovereign Bai Zhi had no idea what had happened, but they had the feeling that Ye Hua had certainly just finished showing off.
Qian Sang was in the imperial capital and had not seen Ziyu. Upon learning that the Feather Emperor had also moved to the imperial capital, Qian Sang was naturally delighted.
After all, Chu Chen had annihilated the million-strong army of the Nanfeng Kingdom in an instant. With such a tremendous grudge between them, they would probably remain irreconcilable for all eternity.
“Ah, the world is truly unpredictable.”
Men Hao gazed at the endless stream of cars outside and sighed deeply.
He had never seen her in person before. Now that he finally had, he found her unbearably alluring and could hardly restrain himself from pouncing on her at once and having his way with her.
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