Volume One, Chapter 83: This Is Nothing But a Fool

Yan Qiuning laughed; she should be able to smile so joyfully every day.

“I remember my husband said before: you are not allowed to set foot in the Cheng family again. It seems some people don’t take Master Jiu seriously at all.”

The old butler, who had been watching from outside, was stunned when he heard this. All those experts turned pale, beads of cold sweat breaking out on their foreheads, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

In that instant, Wu Shan’s eyes were filled with the terror of death. He looked at Chen Xi with a pleading gaze, thick regret lacing his voice.

“Go on with your boasting! You must have killed so many people you’ve lost count!” Chen Xinlei pouted her cherry lips, snapping back with annoyance.

Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but glance at Zheng Jian, who seemed to know exactly what Meng Luo was thinking and immediately waved his hand dismissively.

The system’s notification sounded in Chen Xi’s mind, and he could feel his experience bar soaring rapidly.

Of course, the most important thing was that, according to legend, this had once been the cave dwelling of a Foundation Establishment stage alchemist who had passed away here. Naturally, there were many treasures inside, so everyone wanted to try their luck.

Even now, his cultivation was higher than Zhang Lin’s. Even if they were equals, if he went all out, what could Zhang Lin possibly do?

Hearing Chen Xi’s words, a slight pause appeared on Bai Yu’s face, then a cruel smile slowly spread across his lips.

Li Ning, the most shameless flatterer of all, tried to sneak out of the city under the pretense of official business, only to be intercepted by the unexpectedly appearing Zu Chengxun.

Tears of blood rolled from her eyes, freezing on her cheeks before they could even fall.

The story unfolds along two branches. In the Zhao residence, Zhao Junyan and his son Zhao Dehui spoke earnestly from the heart; meanwhile, in the woodshed, Wang Yishun and his grandson Han Jinyong also confided in each other.

Li Qiang was loyal to his own people—upon meeting the monk, he immediately offered generous pay. For the monk, it was a good opportunity to earn some money.

It’s all my fault for being useless. Sometimes I wonder—my father is so formidable, probably unmatched in all of A City, so why do I have no martial skills at all?

I never thought about the consequences of canceling the wedding, nor did I think about the aftermath of abandoning Xu Jingru at the ceremony and running away myself.

“Zhanbei, Fenghua, you should eat, too,” Commissar Yang called out, noticing that Si Zhanbei and Sheng Fenghua hadn’t touched their chopsticks.

Liu Qingxuan’s composure and broad-mindedness, however, put the monk Lang Wen to shame. So, I didn’t speak up in opposition.

Li Cunyi was furious at the scene. He knew further questioning was pointless; even if he offered a reward, it would be in vain. Rather than wasting time on meaningless matters, it was better to continue the pursuit.

Someone’s at home? No wonder the door wasn’t closed properly! The newly established Heavy Industries is a factory under the Xinjin Group, a major manufacturing enterprise. Employee benefits are usually good, with gifts during holidays and special care for single-parent families.

“You’re one to talk! Why did you set off firecrackers at my good brother?” Gouzi demanded, fuming and blustering like a traitor.

Dai Li stepped out of his office and glanced at his shoulder—he now bore the insignia of an army captain: one bar and three bronze plum blossoms. Perhaps soon, the number of blossoms would decrease to one, while the number of bars would increase. In this world, there’s nothing but clawing your way upward.

Qin Feng sat on the open ground, holding Yang Ziqian tightly in his arms. Though her body was icy cold, Qin Feng could still clearly feel her pulse and heartbeat.