Chapter 33: Lights

“You want to know where the Demon Sect is? Dream on!” The Black Envoy gazed at Wan Yi with unwavering resolve.

This street was acquired by Duanmu Ci during the great American stock market crash of 1929. More than eighty years have passed, and with the passage of time and the changing of hands, now Duanmu Ci not only once owned the land rights to this street, but also every shop, building, and even every office block along it—all were part of his vast estate.

Seeing this, Han Qian was furious. With her left hand still free, she struck out hard at Zhao Yu. But Zhao Yu had anticipated her move; he caught her left hand with his own, and now both of Han Qian’s hands were firmly gripped by Zhao Yu’s left.

Sure enough, when Ye Ming turned his head, he saw Lin Yu staring at him in astonishment. A little behind Lin Yu stood Cai Qin, whom he had not seen for a long time.

The two children were chattering merrily, while those listening on the side were all on edge. Fortunately, neither of them was hurt, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Yet, in their previous life, for reasons unknown, their marriage never came to be. After the Ren family declined, the Qiu family found a noble lady for Qiu Yun instead.

Of course, Ling Yuge’s words went unheard by Wan Yi. When Wan Yi entered the living room, Liu Yaoyao was indeed seated there, waiting for him.

“Did the Princess say anything else? I noticed her letter was rather long,” Maidmaid Mai Dong said, sidling up with a forced smile.

A licentiate was different from a scholar; a licentiate could be appointed to an official post directly by the Ministry of Personnel. Thirty acres of land were granted by the government, but the key was that, as a government official, not only the local gentry but even the county magistrate would come to offer congratulations.

“If Lin Guihua truly dies because of this, Sun Youbo won’t survive either; he’s a man who values loyalty and affection,” I told Zhang Ling.

Both of them actually remembered Liu Qingqing. When they all first met her, the young master of the Ke family had wanted to sample the wine from all the taverns and wineries in Waterwave City, so they accompanied him on a grand tasting tour.

Liu Er nodded in assent, withdrew, and immediately sent someone to inform the branch leader to receive the Young Dragon Lord, while also sending word to headquarters for further instructions.

Wiping sweat from his brow, Sean’s exhaustion was unmistakable, but he still addressed Shimo earnestly.

Amid a high-pitched moan, a man with a deep, resonant voice sighed in utter satisfaction.

If only he had been a bit braver, and eloped with his Lan Xiner, fleeing far away—what kind of ending might they have found?

But whether this change was good or bad for another world was hard to say. Thinking of the landlord who’d been missing lately, Leng Shen couldn't help but furrow her brows in concern.

It was true; everyone’s bodies began to shake violently, tilting as if drawn in one direction.

After speaking, Gu Haotian pointed at the command talisman before him, and instantly, the talisman flew into Feng Ao’s hand.

Seeing he struggled to answer, Leng Shen did not press further, instead cheerfully teaching him how to ski.

I knew no human could live past a hundred years; if I waited for the time to pass and returned later, no one would discover me.

Oranges and bananas were Changbao’s favorites, along with many seafoods. Of course, nothing was fresh—otherwise it would have spoiled on the way.

Though she had little right to criticize Zhao Gang, as both friend and partner she could not approve of his conduct.

Yet such dazzling color, seeping into his brows and eyes, left only coldness—like a red spider lily blooming in the darkness: stunning, yet chilling and untainted by the mortal world.

Getting up to wash, I found Dad’s room open, but he was already gone.

Jiang Wei’s words were too tempting; Zhong Hui was finally moved. Normally, he would not have agreed, but who was Jiang Wei? Zhuge Liang’s disciple, a man who shouldered the fate of Shu. Without him, Shu would have perished long ago—Jiang Wei was a true leader.

As the term “space travel” gained popularity, more and more discoveries emerged.

Qianqian’s grandfather had great ambition—more intense even than in his entrepreneurial days. He dared to dream and fight, urging the old lady to act without hesitation when needed.

Does this mean we are about to be swept up in one fell swoop? Just who is this Han Dong, after all?

Zou Bucai remained downcast; so many trials and setbacks had worn down his usual sharpness.

Through these confrontations, Xia Fan deeply realized the importance of strength. The reason the Azure Cloud Guild was so powerless against Owls was due to their lack of might. If they could attract talented individuals, they might recruit some formidable experts. Otherwise, should more adversaries as strong as Owls appear, they would surely meet ruin.

In the city, everyone hurried along, keeping their heads down in silence; conversation belonged only to the desperate, those with nothing left to lose, the fearless, and the privileged.

At that moment, a puppet army captain signaled to his men. Dozens of puppet soldiers understood, lowered their guns, and shouted for surrender as they approached, only ten or so meters from the trenches.

But before a day had passed, as Liu Chong anxiously prepared for battle, fearing he too would be dragged into the conflict—just as the enemy was about to attack Liang County—news arrived: Sun Jian and Hu Zhen had not moved a single soldier, but had instead each withdrawn. By now, Hu Zhen was nearly back in Yangren.

Xia Fan’s face darkened as he forced a bitter smile. “A friend ran into some trouble, but it’s been resolved.” Some things were better left unsaid, lest they worry.

Behind the cloud stretching several miles north to south, over ten thousand ordinary cultivators flew, as dense as beans. At the forefront were more than three hundred liquid phase cultivators, followed by those in the breath-nurturing stage.

The dragon-shaped flame grew larger as it flew, and by the time it reached the crowd, it had expanded from a foot long to thirty feet.

In the classroom sat the Chen Junyi brothers, Feng Yuchi, Yin Tingting, the duo from the Six Marvels, and Teacher Xia Chunqiu.

“Two incense sticks have burned, Clan Chief Han—you’ve lost,” Elder Cai said coolly, and as he spoke, a gentle battle energy flowed into Ye Yanqing’s body.

“Figure it out yourself!” Zhang Meng retorted, arms crossed, genuinely fuming as she sat in her seat.

Just as he was about to give up entirely, Ah Zhi suddenly dashed over and spun him up from the ground.