Volume 1, Chapter 27: Where Was She Taken?

"I cannot accept such an accusation. I have already issued my explanation; please feel free to check it for yourselves."

Qiao Ye took out his phone and gestured for them to open the official blog.

From the bank transfer records to the origin of the photos, every timestamp was perfectly accounted for. In the end, he simply attributed it to internal commercial strife that would be resolved privately. He never once mentioned Lu Qi'an. Yet, how could the shareholders not understand who was truly behind this matter?

"Your heart." Recalling what the ox-headed figure had said to me, I could not help but look toward my own heart.

Ye Yufei returned to the classroom, ignoring the whispering of her classmates. She was in a good mood now because she knew where Lian Shuo was. However, time felt agonizingly slow, and the mocking, sinister grin from Han Ziye sitting nearby felt deeply abnormal. This Han Ziye was truly detestable.

"However, please let me finish a few final tasks for the Ye family," Lian Shuo offered as his own condition.

Han Lianyi hung her head low, her long eyelashes veiling eyes that were usually starkly defined in black and white. She was holding the hand of a boy her own age, which made him feel somewhat uncomfortable. Moreover, the boy whose hand she held looked straight back at him with eyes brimming with hatred.

Yueying did not refuse. This feeling was incredibly warm; since her parents passed away, she had only experienced it with her grandmother, the Countess, and Albert.

Li Jingming, who was hiding behind an ice wall chanting spells in haste, was swept by the halo of a "Spatial Scar." His left side was torn asunder, his expression froze, and his two severed halves tumbled down into the jungle below.

There was one more thing—since Ling'er did not understand marriage, and Aunt Bai could not explain what a husband or wife was, she simply told her to become his master. Since they would be looking after each other for a lifetime anyway, the difference was not significant.

"It's out of your hands!" Jiang Yao did not say these words aloud, for he knew that Bei Fengdan had already departed with composure.

"I came this time to attend Father's wedding, and I will be returning home as soon as it concludes. That is why I am giving you this gift in advance," Han Lianyi explained.

By the time the leader tried to intervene, it was already too late... The flying fork, trailing a string of emerald fire, slammed into the skull with a loud bang.

"What am I doing? Have you forgotten what you did to me last night?" Gu Xi asked with a cold face.

"I was just out for a stroll. Why are you fighting with someone from the Desire Realm here?" Zhao Hao asked, puzzled.

After speaking, Sun Yue turned and headed toward the restroom. However, the desolate look in her eyes as she turned was startling.

At this moment, Ye Chu could do nothing but offer a bitter smile; he could no longer scheme. His plans had completely crumbled, leaving not even a possibility for remedy.

"Reached the late stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm." A look of joy appeared on Zhao Hao's face. He had merely studied the classics of various families and realized some of his own Great Dao, and his cultivation had progressed just like that.

Their synchronized words revealed their tacit understanding. After speaking, they looked at each other in shock and suspicion, then both huffed and turned their heads away. Bo Chengguang, however, was different; with a sheepish grin, he crept on light feet to Elder Du's side.

Shi Hao held the treasure map in his hand. It recorded the locations of various rare treasures, and the treasure point for the Kunpeng Technique was also displayed on it.

This was the same ability that Big Mom had once demonstrated—Heavenly Fire. It was a power of flame obtained by infusing a soul, raining down a massive amount of fire from above.

"What if these insects do not appear?" An Nan asked, puzzled. It was now clear that Yu Hao knew far more about the insects than they did.

Qian Gong Wowo coughed several times, his thick phlegm streaked with blood. Fearing he did not have much time left, he desperately needed to seek a way to prolong his life.

"No, it's nothing." Although she was nervous, Xia Yutong suppressed her excitement, her eyes fixed steadily upon her idol, the pain long since vanished.