Chapter Twenty-Nine: No Need, Cousin

Duan Weiqi remained silent, tossed the pillow in his hand onto the floor, and strode toward Li Jiayu. His expression was menacing; Li Jiayu shrieked and fled, only to be caught by Duan Weiqi.

Yu Jin witnessed the scene. He paused to watch, nodded at Li Jiayu, and walked into the venue.

The rhinoceros-horn-like mask that had been worn on the forehead deformed into two massive, backward-curving antlers. A deep crimson deerskin coat draped over his body as a surging spiritual power radiated a chilling red glow. In terms of strength, he was not a whit inferior to a Soul Reaper of lieutenant rank.

A high wooden platform, the kind monks customarily used for preaching, had been erected at the front of the square, with large ceramic jars buried beneath to amplify sound. However, as the lecturers were two idle officials rather than monks, the stage was decorated more lavishly, furnished with two sets of tables and chairs, and shaded by a silk canopy.

Setting aside his complex emotions, Li Wei slowly recounted the investigation findings to the standing committee members.

A sharp glint flashed in Qin Anmian’s eyes. She closed them, and wisps of cosmic energy emanated from her body. Her silver bracelet glowed with a circular ring of light, and a thread silently appeared in her palm before she suddenly clenched her fingers tight.

Three more days passed. Wu Yue had been sitting idly at home, patiently waiting for business to arrive, but try as he might, the first order never came.

It was not just the others; even the Aogiri Tree executives on the stage stared at Wu Yue in astonishment, searching his face for any hint of concealment or deception.

Duan Weiqi did not need to detach his soul to view himself from another perspective to know how pathetic he looked right now.

Old Master Chen Shi had passed away years ago during the natural disasters and human upheavals. His descendants had fled the shattered Xu County one after another. It was not until the foundation of the academy was laid that his eldest son, Chen Ji, finally returned to Xu County at Ah Sheng’s repeated invitation to serve as a Doctor of Confucian Studies.

"This tie was a birthday gift from Chuchu!" Sheng Shi slowly released Gu Lanxi and walked with measured steps toward Gu En’en.

Rong Yun walked to the round table, sat down, picked up the wine glass Qin Shang had just used, poured himself another cup of "Sizui," and drank it.

"I will give you her phone number. Swan might still be asleep in her room right now." After I finished speaking, I copied down Swan’s number for him.

After saying this, Prince Ning did not reply immediately but exchanged a glance with Lin Chenqing. It seemed they had their own schemes regarding the people of the Qianfeng Kingdom.

Long Shaocheng felt a surge of panic. The Prince must certainly know what happened on the ramparts of Liangdu City that day; after all, it was the day the Tianyue Kingdom and Haotian City officially formed their alliance—the whole world knew of it.

Yet, these were clearly low-alcohol drinks; even drinking more than usual shouldn't leave one unconscious, so why did it feel as though he had been transported to the vicinity of the sun?

Lawrence pondered repeatedly and concluded that Zhongsun Zhifeng and the others likely realized the battle was lost and, having seen through his plan, felt there was no point in staying. Thus, they had collaborated on a ruse, their true intention being to slip away early.

Yao Qingmu was also stunned. She had only meant to stab him, not to kill him, but how could it be such a coincidence that the blade struck his heart?

"Father, I finally understand why you are so afraid of Mother," Nan Xiaoyan suddenly remarked.

The two other old men in linen clothes beside him, along with Alisha, were shocked by the old man’s aura and immediately scrambled to both sides.

Tibet is a high-altitude region where the air is thinner than in most places, which is why some people experience altitude sickness upon arriving there.

Fanyu, Yuhui, Benxiao, and the other eight Ghost Kings responded in unison, their figures surging forward as they transformed into eight black shadows, rushing toward Zhang Panni and Lü Qiushi, who were standing together.

After resting for a while, He Ruozhi slowly crawled out of the cockpit and began searching the corpses on the ground.

"The Tiger" had become the private nickname for their coach. Zhang Guijiang was usually fine and always smiling, but during training, he would scold anyone, even Huang Xiang and Ji Wufeng.

"That... that guy didn't kick the bucket, did he?" a tall man, who was hunched over and gasping for air, hissed viciously.

Just then, several figures leaped from the treetops outside the valley and glided into it, their cultivation levels rare and formidable.

After the basketball left his hand, Huang Xiang’s heart sank: "Damn, too much force." Knowing his own three-point shot well, Huang Xiang knew the ball wouldn't go in. Upon landing, he darted into the paint, leaping before Han Long could jump for the rebound, and pulled the ball into his arms.

See? To clear his name, Black Panther was now able to walk with the simple assistance of his brothers. Although one of his arms was broken and his injuries were severe, he was now capable of walking.

Watching Old Wang shuffle away, Yuan Gui frowned at the cryptic, ghost-like system interface and dialogue box before him, then resolutely extended his finger and tapped the "Yes" button.

Dawn’s body felt somewhat limp, as if she had been driven by Sha Qianye to exhaust nearly every ounce of her strength; she could barely muster any power at all.

And so, on a bright and sunny day, Wang Han arranged for some musicians to play and escort Xu Yourong.

"Yes, but Mr. Yang, before we talk about fortune-telling, I’d like to settle the matter of you hitting my brother yesterday." The lead fat man looked Yang Ming up and down and spoke in a chilly tone.

The sky had darkened, and the final meeting of the day finally concluded. The senior executives present bid farewell to Xu Zewan, who sat at the head of the table, and departed one by one.

Mount Huaguo was vast; the Rhino Demon led Dawn for quite a while before they reached a wide, open space—so vast that it could house ten thousand people.

Su Guo took another bite of the dried fish flakes she was holding, squinting through the corner of her eye to observe the bearded shopkeeper.

Sometimes the secret realm was safe, and sometimes it was a bit dangerous, but anyone in mortal danger would be automatically teleported out.

Yang Ming initially wanted to explain, but he thought better of it—it would save Qin’er from being pestered by Wang Long later. When Qin’er saw that Yang Ming didn't clarify their relationship, a glimmer of joy appeared in the depths of her eyes, and she lowered her head, blushing.