Chapter Thirty-One: A Dinner Gathering with Double Assistance

Ye Cheng returned home; it was already past seven in the evening. Having spent the afternoon visiting several pharmacies, he called into the house before stepping inside, “Mom, is dinner ready? I haven’t eaten since noon—I’m starving.”

Yet, upon entering, he found no sign of his mother.

He knew Su Wan was surely terrified. Even though the shadow guards reported only that she had discovered the secret passage and had been escorted back to the thatched hut by the cemetery guards, so much time had passed. All he could picture in his mind was Su Wan, her tears streaming down her cheeks like rain on pear blossoms.

As his feet were about to touch the water, Wang Dong slowly infused a trace of spiritual force beneath him, then stepped onto the surface of the lake, heading swiftly toward the spot where the fish had leapt. Now, moving through water felt as natural as walking on solid ground.

The desert stretched endlessly beneath a blazing sun. Amid the vast wilderness, a band of local militia and sand bandits clashed fiercely. Not long after leaving the city, Cui Min, Yun Zi, and their companions encountered a group of bandits.

When Blake and his group heard that the chairman of the Alliance Council had personally arrived, they were thoroughly shocked.

The island was so vast; the Leng family couldn’t possibly have someone watching every corner. Inevitably, there would be places overlooked.

“Big brother and sister-in-law are so pitiful, suffering under mom’s relentless nagging,” Huo Dongning sighed inwardly; she certainly didn’t dare voice such thoughts aloud.

Thanks to their skills as tomb raiders, with their mastery in locating and opening ancient sites, they soon discovered the Miao tribe’s venom cave, situated at the dragon’s eye of the southwest—where the waters of the Lancang River meet the Hengduan Mountains. This mission was perilous; the local Miao king had, since antiquity, either ascended to immortality or found his end in a hanging coffin.

So I thought, but in the days that followed, I observed Jiang Ting closely. I noticed that as she chatted with the finance department staff in the morning tea room, she often subtly hinted at the company’s past major projects. Yet, whenever I entered, she would abruptly fall silent, unconsciously shifting the conversation elsewhere.

“Kong Third Master, what is this?” I gazed at the blood-red liquid, and my first thought was blood. The idea of using blood as lamp oil sent a shiver down my spine.

Just then, Liu Qiao swiftly subdued Wang Yi, pinning him in the corner so that he could not move.

“Lord of Mount Tai, I come without malice this time. I merely wish to avoid conflict between Demon Lord Zhonglou and my disciple. As for the Fire Spirit Pearl, it belonged to the Fire Ghost King in the first place. What harm is there in trading it with her?” Chen Fan said.

“Alright then, if you want to avoid looking greedy, you’ll have to promise me one thing,” Luan Huaxing replied, her voice as clear as a silver bell.

But he could not call out, for at some unknown moment, a dagger appeared behind him, slashing straight across his throat.

Now, Li Mei’s feelings toward Li Erlong had changed. In her heart, he had become someone truly different—a unique presence.

Suddenly, a dust-covered man burst in and pushed her hard against the wall, sealing her lips with a fierce kiss.

It could be said that this fruit might only enhance Zheng Chen’s outward strength; as for his true potential, the improvement would be negligible. Nevertheless, if he managed to fully refine it, the benefits would still be considerable.

“In cultivation, haste leads only to failure. If your heart is anxious, the result will be all the worse!” Xuan Tian taught, his eyes gently closing, as a faint aura slowly circulated within him.

Gradually, she shifted from passive submission to active cooperation, her arms winding around his neck as she arched her back.

“Xuzhou, did you treat my words as mere wind in your ears?” Qiu Hao’s hawk-like gaze fixed coldly on Xuzhou.

Henry was about to retort, but Liu Yong tugged at his sleeve. Reluctantly, Henry swallowed the words hovering on his lips.