Volume One, Chapter 64: Returning to Wild Goose Valley

Ji Liunian often took Niannian to the mall to play, but rarely brought him to eat fried chicken. Such unhealthy food was only allowed if Niannian had performed exceptionally well recently, or on special occasions like his birthday or a holiday. Just one word was enough—Steward Wang shivered involuntarily and, surprisingly, immediately fell silent as told.

Mu Ling, expressionless, walked forward and stopped about a yard before Ji Yang. The words he spoke carried not a trace of emotion. What Mu Ling did not notice was that in Mu Chengxiang’s eyes, caught beneath Ji Yang’s blade, there flashed a look of utter resolve.

Once again, the clinking of chains sounded. A door opened outside, and a proud-looking young man of the Miao ethnicity strode in, his gaze sweeping the room before he entered at a leisurely pace.

Unlike Chu Mufeng's flamboyant style, the second floor workspace in his home exuded a distinctly scholarly atmosphere.

“No way! I... I’m even more nervous than you!” She hadn’t even gone up yet, but felt an unprecedented sense of pressure. The cameras below the stage were all aimed at her, one after another.

Before meeting Mei Yunxue, he had never cared about his looks. But now, everything had changed—he wanted his face to remain unblemished in front of Mei Yunxue.

Yet, whether it was Mo Zheyan, the father, or Yu Anmi, who loved to hit people—neither showed any reaction at all, as if they had no intention of saving Mo Xuan.

“Damn!” the yellow-haired youth cursed, glaring fiercely at Bai Chen in front of him. Although no one had seen how Bai Chen made his move, it was clear to him who was behind the trick.

Hearing Ye Xiaoyue say this, Sister Liangzi looked at him, seeing his bowed head full of guilt and self-reproach, and felt all the more uneasy.

His eyes were deep, two burning beams falling upon her. Chu Yunluo felt her whole body catch fire, her skin tinged with a honeyed glow.

Mai Shiraishi said nothing, but crouched down and gently cradled her in her arms, softly patting her on the back.

Suddenly, he opened his phoenix eyes wide, glaring coldly at Shangguan Wan’s back, wishing his gaze could bore bloody holes right through her.

The entire afternoon, Luo Tong spent in the barracks, returning home with Yaochi only at dusk. Her eyes reflected an unfathomable complexity.

However, Renault did not notice Arietti’s shock. At that moment, he was busy handling Eskimo’s odd and peculiar questions, his head throbbing.

The Yuan family, with its four generations and three dukes, wielded an influence that was truly terrifying! Whether it was Yuan Shao in the north or Yuan Shu in the south, each dominated their territory. It was no exaggeration to say that if the two brothers joined forces, half the world would belong to the Yuan family.

He planned to take his team members out to the wilderness for survival training over the weekend, bringing only a few tools and no food—their meals would come entirely from whatever wild game they could hunt themselves.

“Mr. Jun, don’t forget to dock his vacation. He actually showed you the statistics of gay celebrities in the entertainment industry!” As Chu Yunluo noticed the complicated look in Ling Yue’s eyes, a sudden thought struck her and she spoke up.

“Lord Chu, you muddle-headed king, I’ve finally found you all... We nearly capsized at sea just now!” Ling Yue ran in, so excited he nearly burst into tears.

“What’s so surprising? A rare good man? Don’t you think I am?” Zhou Mingjian’s eyes shone as he leaned closer, his low voice making the air between them tingle with ambiguity.

“Up ahead is the forest swamp I mentioned to you and my junior sister. Several enormous and bizarre toads still lurk there. While their cultivation is only at the fourth or fifth level, their numbers and a particular troublesome magical ability make them rather difficult to handle,” Yuan Hua explained.

Ye Tian did not resort to cursing. He simply picked up the dagger that Big-bearded Wang had seized moments before, pressed the blade to Wang’s throat, and let the blood flow—though he did not cut the artery.

“No worries, the poison’s long since been neutralized.” Die Xue replied cheerfully, grinning and unconsciously covering her face with a hand. The princess’s slap had truly stung—she couldn’t even smile broadly without pain. Quality guaranteed when a princess does it.

“Didn’t you say you’d tell me who you really are when I returned?” Ye Liuli asked as Yelü Jing was about to leave the Glazed Palace.

“Mom, is there something you want to say? Just say it!” Prince Hao had clearly run out of patience.

The half-immortal glared at the big yellow dog, then hurriedly dashed toward the back courtyard of the restaurant, heading straight for the restroom. Ye Tian found it amusing—this half-immortal was quite the character. The big yellow dog, too, was well-behaved, squatting beside Ye Tian and staring intently at that half-eaten roast chicken.

"Ho ho ho ho—" Along many shaded streets, zombies twitched their noses, searching for the scent of fresh meat, restless but not daring to approach the running humans. However, in the eyes of humans, the zombies stayed hidden simply because they feared the sunlight.

"Tonight, we plan to gather a few leaders of various organizations and try to glean information from them about Chen Jingyi's whereabouts," Lei Shaochen suddenly shifted the topic.

Liu Jingling sent Qiu Yang a message on WeChat, knowing full well that Qiu Yang's phone had call-blocking activated—any calls would be automatically rejected.

It must be remembered that as the Xiliang army marched out of Chang'an directly toward the Central Plains, Jizhou was the first in their path—which meant Yuan Shao would have to bear the brunt of their assault.

After all, Old Master Wu Feng still held considerable sway in the allied forces. No matter how arrogant the Night God clan was, they had to weigh their actions carefully. If they angered the old man, entire fleets could be dispatched to encircle and attack them.

In this aspect, he was still relatively inexperienced, so he deferred to Xiahou Yuan’s leadership. After all, among these hundred thousand martial artists, discipline was hardly their strong suit.

Zheng Hao stepped onto the stage, ready to begin his performance. Backstage, Hui Min once again disinfected and dressed Qiu Yang’s injured thumb.

It was only then that Tong Wu realized his own recklessness; he quickly supported He San and scanned their surroundings once more.

However, compared to Wang Fang and Liu Guang, he simply couldn’t measure up—so used to a pampered life, where everything was handed to him. As for his martial skills, they were more for show than substance.