Chapter 24: Two Letters

Wang Mian carefully held the food box, inside which lay two soufflés she had managed to recreate with great effort. Heaven knew how much trouble she had gone through to make them.

The first step was making the syrup. After days of working with a jar of zhe syrup, she had finally managed to produce just a small handful of sugar. Then came the task of refining the flour. The wheat flour sent by the Wang family was already considered very fine, yet it still fell short of the standards she knew from her previous life. Wang Mian was left with no choice but to grind it herself.

And this was just the effort of someone at the Soul Fusion stage. If she had been at the Manifestation stage, wouldn’t the entire Huangfu clan have been buried with her?

After the previous battle, Liu Jinfeng obtained four and a half monsters with semi-spiritual bodies. He extracted their spirits and abilities, infusing various powers into the spiritual forms.

In truth, Lan Qin didn’t have to participate in this selection training. After all, she had already been chosen, but for some reason, she insisted on joining. Only this way would she have a chance to uncover what had really happened all those years ago. The name Wu Yun had spread throughout the entire Haotian Empire—an adopted son valued so highly by the eldest prince, and even His Majesty had sent troops without stopping him.

It was important to note that the right side of the Forest of Corpses was already the transition area between the outer and middle layers of the Black Forest.

Gu Qingmei searched her mind but still couldn’t recall where this river originated or where it flowed to.

“It depends on your talent. I don’t think you’ll make it,” Bazan replied honestly after pondering for a while.

Indeed, love between family, friends, and lovers—all the beautiful emotions in the world—were fated to have nothing to do with her. Her sister was right; she was cursed and would never have an easy life.

“Are you here to become the emperor of the Southern Frontier Empire? Nangong Xing, you declined back then. Now you’ve come back—what does that mean? Do you want the people to believe it was I who forced you out all those years ago?” Xu Yan shouted loudly, though only he could detect the true emotion in his tone.

He had kept numerous materials to develop other abilities, but now, to counter the power of the mind, he was forced to unlock them ahead of time.

Although she was probably already concealing it, sometimes admiration is something that can’t be hidden, no matter how hard one tries.

If Lu Conghui didn’t leave home, then once her mother was out of trouble, she certainly couldn’t go back to endure that suffering anymore.

The next day, in the grandest hall of the Yin Clan, the atmosphere was solemn. Over two hundred people sat below, with the clan chief, Yin Chong, at the highest seat. At his sides were elders of great seniority, and below them were the clan’s most powerful figures. Yin Gong, the fifth uncle of Yin Feng, was among them.

His stern gaze fell on Xiao Yichen. He explained only Uncle Liu’s background, without saying whether he would agree to return to the capital together.

“Young master, have you found the young lady’s trail?” The sound of cloth shoes treading on the weeds grew closer. The man addressed as ‘young master’ showed no emotion, continuing to play his flute as the old servant stood quietly behind him, waiting.

Just as everyone thought Chen Feng had won the grand prize in the lottery, the wheel suddenly moved one space further—just like those rigged games that linger on the jackpot before sliding past, toying with the players’ hopes.

A black stone shot straight through her shoulder. Blood spurted out violently, yet she seemed to feel nothing at all, only lifting her eyes to gaze at the stars ahead.

The two did not greet their indescribable joy with an enthusiastic embrace, but simply gripped each other’s hands tightly.

Tang Feng felt that Sister Hua was very proper and measured in her interactions, which made him feel even more fond of He Lihua.

“I wonder what the Sixth Prince is thinking…” Mo Ming also found it strange. Shangguan Honglie had given this order out of the blue, and for the moment, he couldn’t make sense of it either.