Chapter 20: The Old Tortoise Arrives

Murong Yun swung his long blade in a feigned strike and said coldly, "Perfect timing. I'll cut him down!"

He noticed that Tang Yu did not speak to stop him and understood that the Emperor tacitly allowed it, so he lifted his blade and strode out.

Lying on the bed, Ye Yue, who had just regained a bit of strength, struggled to sit up and exclaimed, "Wait... Commander Murong, you can't kill Su Li yet..."

When her gaze fell once more on Gao Xueyi, she saw that Gao was methodically refining the elixirs; her demeanor, compared to Bai Li Hongzhuang, was still lacking in some respects.

Back then, in Jiang Cuihua’s office, he heard the metaphysics master say that Lu Qian was some ten-lifetime good person, not to be offended.

Long Jiangpeng hadn’t expected this visit to end this way. In his view, even if he wasn’t welcomed today, such a gathering wouldn’t become so embarrassing.

As the low, sinister voice faded, a sudden clap of thunder erupted in the sky, followed by a streak of black lightning mercilessly striking toward the man in black below.

Jun Moyue and Zi Zhu naturally followed behind. Tomorrow would be the official start of school; today was just a tour.

Having finished in the restroom, Su "Yu" Jie returned to the private room and gave Xie Yuqing a charming smile. At that moment, the auction was resuming.

The boy noticed Qiu Jiayi’s gaze, gave a cocky, handsome smile, ruffled his hair, and raised his chin proudly, looking down at her.

On the other side, Yue Yaziqing was delighted by a masterful move in chess, but then saw her pawn clashing with Wu Qingyi. Her expression changed instantly.

As Long Xuan released his hand, they collapsed weakly to the ground, their faces pale, as if they had lost their one true love.

"Let it go, Xie," Feng Fuyao said, gently shaking his hand. "Once he learns the truth, he won't be like this anymore."

Qiao Song was smiling, but out of the corner of his eye, he glimpsed Yan Tan standing at the door. His gaze paused, then deliberately fixed on his own hand, treating Yan Tan as if he were invisible.

"All the way east, all the way west. Chief Qin, these people's combat power is too fierce. Our men... can't match them. I gave the order for them to break out; I couldn't bear to see our warriors fall one after another in pools of blood. These people are not like humans—they're terrifying," Ye Wentian said, his head bowed.

"Is that so? It seems you’re quite confident, but I hope you’re not just good at talk," Mu Lanserui said indifferently.

Zhao Zixian never considered himself noble, nor did he believe in repaying evil with virtue. When the Japanese contestants poisoned the food, he helped escalate the situation, letting them reap what they sowed. Not only that, he intended to expose their actions publicly.

When Deng Zhongtao shamelessly sat down earlier, Wang Haoming had already decided to put their rivalry aside. But unexpectedly, Deng Zhongtao’s few words revealed his attitude again, so Wang Haoming determined not to be polite any longer.

Madam Zhang ignored Lü Erniang; after entering the courtyard, she fixed her gaze on Song Yuan. Her face took on an exaggerated, excited expression—her brows literally danced with delight. Lü Xianger had never seen such a vivid display and was immediately unnerved.

A pot of water boiled, and Qin Feng took a packet of tea leaves and a cup from his pack. He placed a little tea in the cup, poured hot water, and waited for the leaves to settle. As they did, a rich aroma wafted through the air.

Tiansheng looked up and saw that the newcomer was an elderly-looking monk, somewhat stout, with a stern face, coldly staring at him.

"Hahaha, you know me well, brother. A man should enjoy life to the fullest when he can. While my body still holds up, I’ll play a few more years—when I can’t anymore, all I can do is watch and regret. But there’s more now than before; I dare not go wild as I used to. My body is my own, after all," Qiu Qianchi said with a laugh.