Chapter 36: The Awakening Lion

“Then I’ll begin.”
Ye Cheng stopped wasting words. Spiritual energy slowly flowed from his palm into Linghu Qi’s shoulder, and as his fingers pressed and tapped along the man’s shoulder, several previously blocked blood vessels began to clear.
“Your body was never meant to deteriorate like this. It’s only because you’ve gone so long without treatment that your health has declined to such a state...”
Lin Sheng turned his head, and his jawline suddenly came into her view. The young man’s jaw was elegantly defined, his lips prominent, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned. His nose was high, his eyes bright as stars, gentle yet resolute in equal measure.
“Impossible!” Tang Yu shouted angrily, though even he didn’t know why he suddenly cried out.
The challenger was a contestant with a metal spiritual root, cultivating a metal-based technique. His attacks were ferocious and left nothing in reserve, but his opponent was far too steady, defending every inch with flawless precision.
After all, he was a guest here, and he was also their master. It wouldn’t do not to give a few pointers about the skills of the Grain in Ear sect. After the meal, Chen Feng spent the entire morning sitting under the veranda or joining in, offering careful instruction on their movements.
“Have you heard? The whereabouts of the Mysterious Pearl!” A scholar stroked his beard, a mysterious smile on his lips.
Perhaps “Electrolight Mage” had more style than “Electrolight Magician,” but who could blame Zeyu for disliking the word ‘magic’?
In his opinion, the Cao family now could only vie for dominance in one locale, whereas the Chen family of old was renowned across several neighboring kingdoms.
“Xiao Bai, it’s so late. Are you still not awake?” He Lin asked, hearing Xiao Bai’s yawn on the other end of the phone.
At that moment, she bowed her head slightly, and from his angle, he could just see her delicate nose and the cherry-red lips pressed together.
From an outsider’s perspective, I have to admit, Shao Jingjing’s words were harsh—so sharp they might have been the final straw that broke Fang Ran.
She struggled desperately, only to find that the man’s arms were as hard as iron; no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t break free. In a surge of rage, she bit fiercely into his shoulder once again.
I listened for a while and understood: she was planning to study abroad. Last year, some problem with her visa kept her from leaving. This year, the process had her on edge. No wonder her words nearly brought tears; who knows how many times she’d cried in secret at home.
Perhaps she’d been told too many times that Xiao Yi would eventually betray her, that her reign as emperor wouldn’t last long, so she never truly felt like an emperor at all.
Guan Lingyun had, at some point, walked over and was talking to Meng Jingchen and Jian Tong. Soon after, Jian Tong left with Guan Lingyun, while Meng Zhilei stood before Meng Jingchen with head lowered, like a child awaiting punishment.
“This is outright exploitation! Sister-in-law, you really have to rein him in,” Mu Yanmo laughed, his eyes narrowing to slits.
Gu Chunsheng’s face turned ashen, his cheeks burning red with suppressed anger. He couldn’t utter a single word. He seemed about to lose his temper, but Meng Chang laughed so brazenly that Gu Chunsheng lacked the courage to offend him.
So when Xiao Yi strode into the bustling Drunken Wind Pavilion, the lively atmosphere instantly dissipated. The crowd fell silent for a moment, all eyes turning to the imposing figure standing at the entrance.
Su Ke could distinctly feel the person holding her breathing fast, their hand at her side clenched tightly and trembling.
Zhu Xiangling covered her ears with both hands. She believed every word Chu Fan had told her—there was no reason for deceit.
In the past, Jiang Han was only at the Foundation Establishment stage. He had no sensitivity to spiritual energy and naturally couldn’t tell whether there was any here at all.
Not only had his own phone remained silent, but so had those of several deputy chiefs at Xicheng District Police Bureau. Every department head’s phone was quiet as well.
There was a brief silence on the other end of the line. “Hong Chengwu has never appeared in public. I asked Huang Jiujin—given his discipline, it’s unlikely someone could dig him out. I suspect there’s a mole among his subordinates.”