Chapter 81: Yang Wenzhao, the Chosen Unlucky Soul

A fierce wind arose, and the man's dark hair brushed across my cheek. Gu Xiao's body began to tremble uncontrollably, slipping directly into a shivering state. She was not particularly beautiful, nor was she skilled in dressing up or socializing, yet for some reason, she caught his eye, and he could not pull himself free. Luo Hou cast one last glance at Riven, who carried the enormous sword on her back, nodded slightly, and then, in the next instant, spun around and vanished in a stream of light from the sight of both Fiora and Riven.

No one would ever know; those in the middle ranks only knew that there was a formidable system within this club. After Jiang Yizhou and his companions loaded the goods onto the plane, they directed it to fly toward the Cavord Forest. Ziyao buried her head in a soft pillow and slept until dawn. The screech of sudden brakes twitched her ears—being a cat demon had its drawbacks, her hearing was too keen to allow her a lazy morning.

Su Lingyu, without a word, checked the pulse and treated the patient, casually pricking him a few times with her silver needles. When she finished, the man stared in astonishment. Tang Lele glanced at Turek, then was helped to her feet and led out of the room into the dining hall. Nie Jingchen handed the rose in his hand to He Wei, saying, “Take Stone to the office and wait for me there. I’ll take care of this.” As he spoke, he set Stone down.

Prince Gong held great military power and had been the most favored son of the late emperor—how could he be without ambition? After the two left, Ning Qingyue made a gesture: you to the left, I to the right, and together with the Third Prince, Zhuge Xu, they began to search separately. Jing Chunling and Wei Jing caught up on old times, while Xue Fei and Zhao Ritian, having little to say to them, greeted them briefly and took their leave.

“Third Brother, help Fanyin, will you? If you’d rather not, then let me take her,” Dongfang Chenfan remarked, seeing Dongfang Chenyen’s expression. For reasons unknown, he felt compelled to tease him a little.

Zui Rong was on the verge of tears—under such circumstances, Mo Yanji was in no position to help her, leaving her defenseless. This strange garment was called the Wings of Wind, only effective when descending from great heights, and was one of the treasures developed by the Tu family.

Regarding their child, the two had not quarreled much. No matter their private differences, in front of the child, they maintained at least a semblance of normalcy. The mound of earth, once swept into the whirlpool, impeded its rotation, then cascaded down in a torrent of wet mud.

“Where’s Commander Fu?” Zhang Cheng asked anxiously, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart. Not only had Qin Peishan already frowned in displeasure, but even Yun Zhu and Madam Bai had blanched, silently cursing the old madam’s foolishness—at a time like this, she still said such things, as if she wanted the prince to hate her even more?

After training with the others until after lunch, Meng Qi left the camp to explore Qiyuan slowly, seeking to understand it better. Only when dusk fell did he return, joining the others for food and drink. “Hmph, it’s all your fault! Brother Long, it’s not what you think, it’s just, well, just that—oh, never mind. Has Old Master Wang arrived too?” Brother Tao stammered through his explanation, making less and less sense as he went.

Gradually, the family retreated from the house. Once outside, they wiped the sweat from their brows and let out a long sigh of relief. In the living room, Gao Qing called out, and his cousin was the first to emerge, followed by Lanlan; his cousin’s wife did not come out afterward.

Then, quietly trailing behind them, he gathered intelligence on Dinghaimen’s treasure-snatching plans through Hongfeng’s informants, so he could devise a counter-plan and increase his chances of success. Thunderstorm was amazed by Meng Qi’s axe, a flash of greed crossing his face, though it went unnoticed by the others as he withdrew his gaze back to Meng Qi.

Ling Lan turned around to see Gu Hanhao not far away, gun raised, his face tense and serious, his voice trembling with nerves.

A crisp sound suddenly rang out, like glass shattering under a stone. The scenes on either side of the road began to splinter, the faces and bodies of the people within twisting in agony. Silently, they howled as the fragmented images were torn apart and dissolved into chaos.

Despite having no need to worry about safety, these dull, monotonous tasks dragged on for three full days before they were finally completed. The maids and old women, seeing the mood of Lady Da Yang, feared provoking her wrath and becoming convenient scapegoats. They quickly knelt in silent salute, then slipped out quietly, one after another.

Qi Cai suddenly thought of a solution, but now the iron spear hovered above his head. To restore it, he would need to enter the core of the chaotic world in his true form. Could it be that this fellow was the so-called Garbled? How could that be possible—how did he manage it?

The past was gone, yet now she was troubled—the Su family had been sold, the servants dismissed, and she had no one left to answer her questions. Now, the only person who mattered in her life was Gong Luo Jue; nothing else, no matter what happened, could affect her.

“Yes, my lord!” they replied, fearful and trembling. Two of them each grabbed one of Liang Long’s legs and, with fierce determination, dragged him off toward the dungeon.

Deep within the cave, Nan Chuan and Bei Ze wore expressions of terror. They had hoped to rely on sheer numbers to kill Qi Cai, but now realized it was nothing but a joke. “It seems there is only one way to quickly develop the village,” I mused, nodding to myself as I made a decision in my heart.