Chapter 70: Scandal
To everyone’s surprise, Ye Cheng smiled faintly and said, “Something this simple, and you call it a tough problem?”
“Isn’t this hard enough?” Zhao Kuo exclaimed in astonishment.
“Then listen carefully,” Ye Cheng said, stepping into the courtyard. He plucked a blossom of osmanthus and smiled as he began to speak.
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The next morning, when Han Ruomeng woke, Sang Jincheng had already folded the quilt neatly and placed it on the chair. He was out in the courtyard, practicing his swordplay.
No one on the field is ever undefeated, no one is truly invincible and lonely enough to stroke the sky. The myth of the undefeated is but a dream—invincible solitude, mere nonsense fit for watching foreign action movies.
After the two left, Lu Chengxuan followed the direction from which the pebble had rolled. Sure enough, at the end of the covered walkway, by the rockery, she saw a shadow flicker.
Xiao Youyou spoke with disdain, yet still walked into the internet café, with Yang Chao and the others following behind.
He Bai, who hadn’t slept all night and had been restless throughout, was now full of energy. He immediately summoned his dozen or so attendants, ready to begin his training plan.
This time, no matter what, I cannot let you go. At this moment, the Bat Knight harbored such thoughts.
He had just had a dream in which his soul left his body and encountered another soul claiming to be from Blue Star. The stranger said that their souls would be exchanged.
She kept her eyes closed; her long lashes cast deep shadows on her snow-white face, making her seem like an innocent porcelain doll.
But ever since that night when he returned and locked himself in the wine cellar, drinking through the night, things had never been the same.
As though someone in the unseen pressed the spacebar twice, after a brief pause, the battle erupted once more.
To speak frankly, back when I was an Arhat, there were things about the Tathagata Buddha I couldn’t stand. For example, whenever there was a meeting at Mount Ling, the leader’s speeches were always as interminable and unpleasant as an old woman’s foot-binding cloth—long-winded and unbearable, making everyone sleepy.
That day was like any other; I returned with Yin Biwei and, hearing voices in the living room, glanced over—only to find Qin Muchen there.
I, as the Supreme of the Three Realms, am already humble enough in my daily life, yet now I’m being belittled N+1 more times. To insult the Three Realms is to insult their Supreme—me.
After agreeing, Rui Butong simply fixed his gaze on Zhuge Jie. An overwhelming force pressed down upon him, making resistance impossible. With a thud, Zhuge Jie dropped to his knees.
Godzilla wrought havoc, eager to force Muto to appear sooner, for it sensed an oppressive presence—as if its nemesis was about to emerge. It had to settle things quickly, or else it risked being attacked from both front and rear.
Seeing Zhao Dongting dare to challenge the authority of the Sword Realm Overlord, the Demon Lord flew into a rage. His figure soared, radiating an overwhelming, tyrannical aura. Demonic energy screamed through the sky, coalescing into a gigantic, ferocious demon image that lunged, claws bared, at the long dragon of sword energy.
Inside the room, affection flowed freely—a boundless sense of spring in the air. Not far from there, in the Wang family’s residence, the patriarch Wang Shenpo, Tang family head Tang Yuguang, and Gong family head Gong Shizhi sat together in a secret chamber, deep in discussion.
She was truly delighted, yet a sliver of worry crept in. Although he’d said the company was not busy, the shopping center had only just opened—shouldn’t there be endless things to do? Was he going to stay up late working again?
The car fell into silence; none of the three spoke. Yet, almost imperceptibly, the experienced driver pressed a little harder on the accelerator.
But Tong Tian dared not act too harshly, for if this young lady decided to quit on a whim, he would suffer a great loss. Given her temperament, such a thing was far from impossible.