Chapter Fifty-Seven: The Birthday of the Heroine

The story of her parents’ romance remained utterly unfamiliar to Ling Qixi even now. From the time she could remember, she had only her mother and no father, and she knew almost nothing about this formidable father with a former identity as Demon Lord. In her memories, her mother was always gaunt and frail, so weak and worn that none of the brilliance of her youth could be discerned.

The tone of the dream story grew darker after Xiao Mei confessed his feelings, as though deliberately brewing a sense of foreboding before the coming storm. Sure enough, the Demon Lord father returned and immediately learned from his trusted followers about Xiao Mei's confession to Yunxia.

Faced with the threat of being betrayed, the Demon Lord father was surprisingly calm. He even ordered his confidant to repeat exactly what Xiao Mei had said when declaring his feelings. "You should rest first. I'll come see you when I have time," he said, his expression grim, slipping into his coat and leaving in haste.

With this turn of events, Wanfu Supermarket would surely suffer enormous negative impact, which was entirely advantageous for them.

That remark struck Wei Yining right at her heart, whether true or not. At any rate, Wei Yining’s smile was brighter than before.

In their minds, Lin Xuan was their arbiter. If Lin Xuan found fault, they would have to start over from the beginning.

The man, about forty, walked steadily, clad in a black suit, tattoos covering his neck and face, resembling a gangster straight out of a movie.

Perhaps Xiao Tianquan doted on Xiao Linglong and would find her the son of a powerful minister, solidifying the bond between ruler and subject.

In the blink of an eye, he had already been at the sect for nearly three months; it felt as though he had only just entered the mountain gates yesterday, yet already a season had passed.

At Yellow Crane Tower, Long Yiyuan recalled faint memories, thinking of certain matters. Dugu Mingyue had lost, and was crippled—an unparalleled beauty, yet too impulsive.

Her hair was styled like a peony, luxurious and noble, each strand shining with luster, radiating an indescribable charm.

Lou Jingping was returning home to visit family. His brother-in-law and sister-in-law had absentmindedly gathered up several bundles of things. If the twins hadn’t come early, Lou Jingping had originally intended to store them at the train station and make several trips between the provincial capital and home.

Xin was cursing inwardly, and her face betrayed her displeasure, frightening Chai Ting’er beside her so much that even her footsteps faltered.

"Master... My master said he’s been recuperating at home lately, missing the two young ladies dearly, and wishes for them to come to Pi Chang Street tomorrow for a simple meal..." Before the words were finished, Chen Zhong felt mounting pressure and lowered his head, not daring to speak.

As he spoke, Xu Yang pointed to the ninja dart said to be exclusive to Hattori Hanzo. His words stirred a thousand ripples, and all six people in the cave looked expectantly at the Blood Demon Monk.

Both men were at Emperor level, but Xu Yang was only just stepping onto the threshold of Saint level, while Sun Jian matched Xu Yang’s strength thanks to his historical attributes. Of course, Xu Yang had other trump cards at his disposal, but Sun Jian had so far only relied on his own martial prowess in the fight.

No matter how weakened this fellow had become over ten thousand years, he was still an ancient monster who had lived for millennia. If nothing else, his experience alone was terrifying! The most important thing now was to understand the old monster’s abilities in order to prepare accordingly.

Yet the tea leaves of the Forget Dust Immortal Tea he spoke of all transformed into the power of Dao, merging into his body.

If it was the former, he would not disturb the other again. If it was the latter, he would have to treat the other's feelings with utmost seriousness.

Qin Feng—no, he should be called father-in-law—would be buried in two days, and the vigil would last only three days.

The third master’s estate was being rebuilt, but to allow Hua Pin to move freely, the third master ordered the craftsmen to suspend work for three days. Thus, the manor now had no idle hands, only a smattering of guards for protection. It was chaotic but tranquil.

Unlike most people, Leng Ran did not rest after logging off, but continued his training as usual.

"Running a restaurant is too troublesome. You have to constantly keep an eye on it. We don’t plan to open a restaurant." Always thinking of the restaurant gifted by Jun Zeyu, Xiao Mo was displeased at the very mention of it.