Chapter Fifty-One: The Bond Between Father and Daughter (Part Two)

Wu Qi opened his mouth, a look of disbelief—and something almost uncanny—crossing his face. He could understand why his own Marshal would pretend not to recognize Lady Yun; it was a way of protecting her, sparing her unnecessary trouble. But there was no real need for the Marshal to buy all those snacks! True, it was unfortunate Lady Yun never received that thousand taels of reward; still, what the Marshal was doing now was only inviting trouble upon himself! If, in the future, the common people began to believe their Marshal was truly so approachable and charitable—

The founding ancestor of the Stream of Thought was Nian Ami Cien. He was but a humble monk at the Temple of Fortune during the Northern and Southern Dynasties, yet his life was nothing short of legendary. At five, his father was slain by a friend; at seven, he was sent to the Pilgrimage Temple to become a monk, taking the name Nian Ami.

When the apocalypse descended, madness spared no one—civilians armed with weapons would go mad, and so would high officials with their hands on nuclear bombs. In utter despair, even the most depraved acts became all too human. But Wang Hao could not recall any such plotline in the original novel.

“Very well, let me see just what sort of shareholders you claim to have.” So Bai Fan waited for the other party to come down.

The Ninth Lady appeared, her hair loose about her shoulders, dressed in a pink lace nightgown that revealed, with startling clarity, the mysterious black lingerie beneath.

No one in the world knew what would happen if the three sacred relics—the Lamp of Life and Death, the Universal Divine Pearl, and the Clock of the Ages—were ever brought together by a single person.

As Li Mao spoke, he helped Cai Xide to his feet, giving his shoulder a reassuring pat, as if the earlier offense had left no mark on his mind.

Jiang Shan said nothing, nor did he think; he knew this fellow’s temperament well enough to expect him to keep talking, whether or not he himself replied.

Just as peace is the greatest lie in the world, so too is equality—a lie, and yet the greatest kindness extended to those with power.

The Li brothers remained as low-key and taciturn as ever. Hearing Chang Jianfeng’s words, they nodded silently in agreement, offering no further opinion.

“Ready the arquebuses! If the enemy counterattacks, wipe them out to the last man!” To ensure the success of the arson, Lord Dohi had stationed arquebusiers to hold off the Hosokawa army’s counterattack.

Though Ye Rong’er was of the same Celestial Path, even she felt unworthy, convinced she could never attain such mastery.

This place is utterly terrifying; one must keep their wits about them at all times. The fire department could easily find some pretext for a redo, forcing the contractor to postpone the opening of Jiangnan Villa to the end of time.

The slender youth clutched his head, threw it back, and screamed to the heavens, his face contorted in unbearable agony.

Jiang Feng had successfully advanced through the selection, and Ye Rong’er’s group all breathed a sigh of relief; even Elder Ye nodded slightly in approval.

“Hahaha! The more you refuse me, the more I want to see it for myself! Snatch that porcelain bottle and give it here!” Lan Yue bellowed with wild laughter.

The forest was lush, spiritual energy practically pulsing from the branches—a sharp contrast to the endless desert beyond.

The man in the suit did not pursue the matter further. If Zhou Zhou could disguise himself once, he could do it twice, three times, a hundred times.

There was no need to go too deep; one sample for each style would suffice. No need for painstaking detail—as long as the elements and layout were set, it would serve its purpose. It was only a matter of direction.

All around the three, though the scene was ghostly and illusory, it was the most prosperous nightscape from a century ago.

“So…” Zhu Lingqi looked down at her phone, then at Landon, rolling her big eyes in exasperation.

It made her heart flutter in a way utterly unlike what she had felt with Mu Yichen.

This performance of the “Coffin Opening Technique” was anything but easy, draining him immensely.

From conception to now, it had been seven full years; from preparation to this moment, four years had passed.

The binding force was lifted. The ancient Xuanyuan sword gave a tremor and began to drift forward, pausing from time to time, as if waiting for something.

Within the ancient cave, aside from the fallen stones, the Five-Star Illusory Array faded away, leaving only ancient, earth-colored lines etched within a circle. Not a single stone had fallen into it.

In the end, An Yutong lay in the bathtub filled with water, while Qin Leng slept soundly outside the tub.

At that moment, the divine slayer Yuntian narrowed his eyes, gazing thoughtfully at Mingxi’s slender, lovely back.

He no longer used the Stone Ring; after absorbing the life cores, he could sense space rifts clearly, making things much easier.

The maid had a melon-seed face, but her features were utterly ordinary. Lost in a crowd, she would pass unnoticed, leaving not the faintest impression. All along the way, she had not spoken a word, scarcely registering any presence at all.

“Haha, miss, I’m telling you, your brother here isn’t short on cash. Give me a kiss, and this thousand yuan is yours!” the fat middle-aged man said, slapping a wad of bills on the coffee table.

He had thought the boy was joking, never suspecting that everything had been meticulously planned from the start, each step carried out with precision.

The next morning, over twenty-nine armies gathered on the parade ground, including fifty thousand White Tiger Guards, nineteen hundred Jiuli soldiers, sixty-nine hundred Shennong archers, and seventy-two hundred Zhurong troops.

Yuan Wuji’s schemes, long in the making, were now fully revealed. At the height of his power, he swept away the Qianzong, leaving not a trace, and without lingering further, marched on toward the Imperial City of Clouds and Illusions.

So that was it. The ones who had betrayed them were those clansmen they themselves had exploited.

After only two steps, he ran into Su Ziyao and Qin Xian’er coming toward him. The two women looked tired, yet Qin Xian’er’s beauty remained ethereal and unworldly.

Yet this murky aura was absolutely not the breath of Pangu the Great; it bore a fundamental difference from any force of the primordial world.

After completing the “Rivers and Mountains of Beauty” quest, Li Zimu had obtained a summoning talisman.