Chapter 84: Furious and Flustered

In the end, someone could no longer hold back.

“Damn it, who are you saying can’t surpass the Sword-Wielding Sect in a hundred years?”

The scene shifted—a young man in a blue robe stepped out from the midst of the Penglai Pavilion crowd.

“Well, isn’t this Wang Shifang, one of the Seven Young Lords of Penglai?”

Indeed, if not for the sudden downfall of the Shen family this time, when the three top families united, they still had enough strength to contend with the central authority. But now, with only two families left, it’s hard to support a great cause with just a pair of hands.

Ning Jingcheng and his peers may be of similar age, but their personalities and psychological maturity are worlds apart. If Ning Jingcheng is a college student with high emotional intelligence, Lin Mingzhe is an ordinary one—worse yet, one spoiled by his family.

He had long wanted to debate and exchange ideas with Qingfeng, the orthodox successor of the Upper Clarity Sect, but refrained for fear of losing face if rejected.

“Father, big brother, you didn’t mishear me—what I said is true. Mother is Xiao Xiao’s aunt, his real aunt, which makes him our cousin. Father, you are his uncle by marriage. Is that clear enough? If you want to know the details, I can tell you everything,” Mu Jinxi said calmly.

“If there’s nothing else, I’m heading upstairs. You take care as well,” said Ye Xingtian, waving his hand, unwilling to continue the conversation. He went upstairs, leaving Ye Zhen alone, frowning in thoughtful silence.

At last, both of them couldn’t help but look at Ye Feng, who had remained silent all along, their resentful gazes making Ye Feng uncomfortable.

Mu Jinxi, hearing from a servant in the courtyard that Young Master Mo had come to visit, raised her brows in surprise. What was up with these siblings, visiting every other day?

But having to listen to these people incessantly nagging in her ear all the time was truly unbearable.

“If there’s a chance he’s already dead, why don’t we go search for him? We might get the venom directly,” Yun Xin offered her suggestion.

Tong Guai Guai wanted to make a meat dish with the few ingredients she had. Seeing the meat in the fridge, she decided on braised pork with potatoes. According to her unusual tastes, this dish required ketchup. So, she opened the cupboard above her head, found a bright red bottle, and added it in.

Lin Moxian seemed to have a penchant for violence—the more his opponent suffered, the happier he was. He knew the back of the head hurt the most, so he stomped on the bald man with all his might. The man howled in agony, startling birds from the trees nearby. Feathers fluttered down, clear evidence of their fright.

In Lingxin, after Moyuan and Xu Ting reached an agreement, Xu Ting asked Moyuan to take care of Yi Yunhe. Moyuan found the request reasonable, and, to show his sincerity, agreed at once. Now, with a plan to attack on three sides set, it was clear that Yi Yunhe was their target.

“Gathering Qi pills alone aren’t enough. Listen to my plan,” Xin’ao gestured for Xinyu to come closer.

No one at the naval training ground didn’t know Gu Yi. Every soldier he trained was elite—each more formidable than the last. They were all masters of martial arts, impossible not to look up to.

Every expression he revealed was caught by Zhang Lei. So Zhang Lei brought up Lin Moxian, hinting that as President Lin’s little sister, she was not to be trifled with.

“You made this especially for me—I think it’s delicious, not hard to eat at all,” Xu Yaran said sincerely to Su Weishi, smiling warmly.

“Half-baked? I was just trying it out. After decades, who knows if the safety cable still works? Why are you so nervous? Honestly, you look adorable...” The Naga King laughed, using the word “adorable” to describe Hu Shuntang.

Yun Ze tried to help her get dressed, but she shrank back shyly like a clam, her soft body curling up within a thick shell.