Chapter 30: The Child Is Missing

Fan Chen displayed the myriad transformations of the Butterfly Step, always narrowly avoiding Yan Tian’s attacks at the most perilous moments. This only made Yan Tian more arrogant, and his Nine Heavens Star-Grasping Hand grew even more ferocious, intent on clinching triumph in one stroke.

Aside from the burden of her reputation and the issue of remarriage—which left her weary, pained, and at a loss as to what to do—nothing troubled her.

Recalling He Qimo’s recent actions, Shen Funi, who finally guessed the truth, turned deathly pale with fright and hurried to stop him.

The three gelatinous objects were sizable, their surfaces coated with a viscous layer. Through this translucent film, one could faintly see the slow currents of liquid within. An astonishing, peculiar energy seeped quietly from them, causing a fervent gleam to well up in Lin Xiu’s eyes.

Yan Shuyan glanced at her, noticing that her eyes were half-closed as if she no longer cared about the matter. Slowly supporting her companion’s leg, Yan Shuyan knelt down and gently took the foot from her shoulder, placing it in her lap and reaching out to touch the leg. The soft fabric wrapped tight as if covering steel, making it difficult to squeeze.

Jiang Chen grew impatient. He was already troubled by Lian Cheng’s affairs, and now his father insisted on interfering. How could he simply walk away? If he left, what would become of Lian Cheng?

“In two days, I’ll see you all. I hope that when you see me, Qingqian, your eyes won’t show the cold disgust that I cannot bear…” Rui Ye gazed toward Fengwu County, murmuring softly to herself.

With a loud clang, the wine flask in the man’s palm crashed to the ground, shattering the tranquility of the room.

Li Longji was equally amused, a knowing smile appearing on his face. He had not expected that the princess of the Shi Kingdom standing before him would be so bold, journeying thousands of miles with only her maid, traversing mountains and rivers to finally arrive in Chang’an.

Gao Lishi’s frequent admonitions were not lost on Tang Feng. He understood their purpose well. In his heart, he had never contemplated betraying Emperor Li Longji, nor would he dare to entertain such a thought.

“So, if anyone else has an opinion, please speak up,” Xie Ping adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses. Once he found the project leader, part of his burden would be lifted. Now feeling more at ease, his gaze flitted incessantly among the remaining three staff officers.

She tried forcefully to shake off Li Yilan’s hand. But Li Yilan, recalling his previous experience, was prepared the moment he grasped Xu Yaran’s hand. Last time, Yin Ziye had appeared out of nowhere to save Xu Yaran and the child.

“Why did Brother Gu say that those caught by the Shadows are doomed?” Hu Miao asked, trying to appear unaffected.

Zhan Xiu, oblivious, reveled in the attention, thoroughly enjoying his moment in the spotlight. After applying another layer of medicine and carefully re-bandaging his wounds, he was about to rest when Zhuzi, who had just left, returned with several comrades, entering the tent.

Xu Yaran gazed at Su Weishi’s earnest brow and eyes; he was always this serious, scarcely ever otherwise.

Homemade rice wine, freshly grilled meat, and fish just caught from the water became today’s rare delicacies. Wei Xian showed off his culinary skills, enlisting Wenwen and Li Juan to help prepare the barbecue.

“Well, at a loss for words, aren’t you, map-blind?” Seeing Bai Yufei’s expression, Nangong Wei grew even more spirited, drawing out her words with deliberate tremor.

He had no desire to act against Mo Ming; some matters could not simply be avoided or changed by words alone.

“You’re more troublesome than I expected, but I’ve been out long enough today and have no time to play further.” Xu Yunchao slowly closed in on Chang Zhi, one hand reaching behind his head.

At that moment, a heavy tanker truck sped out from the base’s parking lot. The driver was none other than the dark-skinned veteran known as Old Four. A cigarette dangled unlit from his lips; with one hand he fired at zombies out the window, the other clamped down on the horn.

When did ordinary players from Huaxia reach such a level? He had no reason to doubt Su Yang’s words, for if he truly were a professional, there would be no need for secrecy.

Zhang Dashou surreptitiously wiped the sweat from his brow, casting a grateful look at Feng Bao, his heart still pounding wildly.

Boom! With a thunderous crash, the time of the primordial world resumed its flow. Laozi, struck by the leader’s blow, was blasted to dust, his primordial spirit weakened to the extreme. To rely on the Heavenly Dao to restore his true form would not be achieved in a short time; only his wretched screams lingered.

Since the great battle of the human race, the two other clans had grown acutely vigilant, paying close attention to their own affairs and treating everything with heightened caution. It was precisely for this reason that the Wu and Yao factions did not immediately erupt into open conflict.

Seeing Tongtian’s demeanor, both Jieyin and Zhunti murmured inwardly: Tongtian is truly furious—and rightly so. Among the three schools, the intercepting sect suffered the greatest loss, with over ten thousand disciples lost. Anyone in his place would be the same. Best not provoke Tongtian’s anger later.