Chapter 27: Taking My Leave Early

This was absolutely not the same thing at all. Ye Cheng only dared to think that to himself; he wouldn’t actually talk back to Ling Xiaoyue.

Once he entered the room, everything else faded from his mind.

In his previous life, he had known countless women, but none like Lin Yaoxue—she was truly exceptional, beyond compare in this world.

“Hurry now. I’ll be waiting right outside the room.”

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Lin Jianlan had already experienced this strange behavior from her several times before and did not try to break free. Instead, he turned to study her carefully. Seeing that she remained silent, only gazing ahead, he waited a while until she slowly lifted her hand and pointed to the pear tree.

Qing’er, do not forget this night—the moonlight, the scent of osmanthus, you and me, and our promise. He released her hand, gently caressing where it was reddened—a mark left by his grasp.

Little did anyone know that the man now stepping onto the field was secretly astonished as well. Qu Zhiheng had already fought four matches single-handedly, yet his stamina remained astonishing. The newcomer had thought that a few clashes with bamboo swords would be enough to knock Qu Zhiheng’s weapon from his grip, but Qu Zhiheng held on tightly.

The Lion Barbarian’s strike lost none of its momentum; the shaft of the spear carved a strange arc through the air, thrusting toward Fang Bao’s chest. The armor shattered—Fang Bao spat out a mouthful of blood and was struck from his horse by the tremendous blow.

“Better to become a ghost in hell than a captive of the enemy!” Xu Ruizhong declared, burning with righteous indignation, ready to fight to the death.

Alas, his anger was extinguished before it could fully ignite. With a bang, a gunshot rang out. Lin Li’s life was cut short; his left hand dropped limply as he collapsed to the ground.

“Sister, why are you so certain General Qian will prevail? After all, Liang Qiu Xu commands three hundred thousand troops.” The speaker was Hong Yan.

Additionally, those who died by lightning were considered deeply sinful, while those burned to death often lacked complete flesh and skin—neither type of corpse could be driven away.

After drinking the spiritual elixir, Ling Zhan immediately felt clear-headed and invigorated—a warm current rising from his dantian.

Ling Zheng set aside the newspaper. Behind him, through the vast expanse of glass windows, the ascending sun cast a golden outline over his black suit.

But the accountant, flustered, interrupted, “No, no, no!” He repeated it three times, showing just how anxious he was.

Here, not only could one witness high-level competition but also the thrilling duels between the heads and elders of various sects.

We extend our sincere gratitude for your assistance. Without your support, we could not have made it this far.

She still radiated the sacred aura of the Tree of Life’s Gate of Glory, unable to withdraw it in time.

Though the longsword was not a legendary blade, it had been personally gifted by the Carefree Master, and now, with cracks forming, Xiong Ti felt a pang of heartache. Anger flared within him; with a surge of true energy, he was ready to leap to the rooftop in pursuit.

The surroundings remained unchanged; the iron gate stood as always. During the day, it was rarely closed, a convenience the fortune-teller provided for villagers who sought his help.

Yet now, he actually had the chance to enter the Sword Tomb to cultivate—a tremendous blessing bestowed by Ning Zhe. The saying goes, “A man will die for one who truly understands him.” His heart brimmed with gratitude for Ning Zhe; as long as he could delay Jian San for even a moment, any suffering would be worthwhile.

Once he saw her fast asleep, he gently laid her on the bed and resigned himself to washing her body. Yet he had raced through the night, utterly exhausted. After such a passionate encounter, he hadn’t noticed while still in bed, but upon touching the floor, he found his legs weak and unsteady.

Tong Ruo clung tightly to him, a few playful strands of hair tickling Gu Tao’s nose. He breathed in the fragrance of her hair, and his heart was awash with emotion.

In her dreams, she found herself again in that warm embrace from long ago, surrounded by a scent as bright as sunlight. This gentle warmth filled Qiangwei with inexplicable happiness, and for some reason, she vaguely sensed the presence of another fragrance, a faint hint of lotus seed.