Volume One, Chapter 122: The Fate of the Pei Family and the Antagonists

In the deep autumn of Kyoto, the phoenix tree leaves rustled restlessly in the autumn wind, mirroring Pei Yu’an’s troubled heart at this very moment.

He stood before the glass display counter of a department store, his fingertips repeatedly caressing a piece of jadeite pendant, its gentle luster involuntarily reminding him of Lin Ranshan’s clear, bright eyes.

“Comrade, how much is this?” he asked without looking up, a trace of barely concealed urgency in his tone.

The shop assistant held up three fingers, quoting a price that made the customers nearby gasp in surprise.

Yet Pei Yu’an didn’t even blink. With a flamboyant gesture, he pulled out a stack of crisp bills from his pocket and slapped them onto the counter.

His voice on the phone was particularly lively, imbued with a festive spirit, as if the red lanterns hanging under the eaves of shops on the street were the very emblem of New Year’s joy. Lu Liangjing, in high spirits, even asked about my plans for the New Year.

What lies beyond that crack? I don’t know either. Perhaps only Xuanyuan Ningzhi, who understands the laws of space, knows—but she frowned. At the same time, Chu Tian finally exhaled in relief.

I dared not linger for a moment. General Zhang’s warning unsettled me; I had to go and “turn myself in.”

“No! I don’t know what you’re talking about. Let go of me, let go!” Qin Yihan struggled violently. Before losing weight, she might have been able to handle this man.

The senior disciple seems quite satisfied with me, praising my talent, though lamenting my poor temperament; otherwise, I could have learned soft qigong to complement my skills.

What a coincidence. If I’m not mistaken, the deceased’s family must be the ones I and Du Xing encountered at the hospital last night. I didn’t expect the family to be so frantic.

“The dishonor to Prince Qingting by such a vulgar name is truly undeserved,” Yang Qing replied politely, bowing his head.

She was stunned and ceased struggling. I moved my throat and kissed her fair, jade-like cheek. It seemed to be her first time being kissed by a man; her eyes widened in surprise.

It appeared to be a signal: those who smelled the yellow smoke were “calling out” to their kind who hadn’t. The smoke arced away from me, and the glowing points followed its curved path, rushing toward the thicket.

Bei Wuyou glanced at Dongfang Ruxue, thinking to himself, “Wasn’t it to avoid upsetting you? So you wouldn’t cook for me anymore.” Though he thought this, he dared not speak it aloud, instead flattering Dongfang Ruxue with kind words.

Thus, though many were dissatisfied with Xiang Yixing, none dared openly confront her, at most cursing her within their own social circles.

Previously, in the Canglan Realm, there had been no mention of such a spectacle as the Mirage City, likely because the Canglan Realm was lost outside and not included in the Divergence Scope of the Extreme Water.

At the bar, Hu Yifei and the others sat on the sofas, drinking and chatting happily.

“Let’s see what we’ve discovered!” In the production factory, Smith held a document, a mischievous smile playing on his face.

Every guest congratulating Elder Tang on his birthday witnessed this scene, raising their esteem for Tang Daiqi.

Seeing the Dragon Emperor appear unharmed, many onlookers expressed regret, while gamblers grew anxious.

In the days that followed, her morning sickness became more pronounced. At home, it was manageable; although her son found it odd, she only told him her stomach was upset, arousing no suspicion. But at the studio, the same excuse did not fool Duan Manyu.

Despite her dissatisfaction, Zheng Jian showed no disdain or picky eating; she reluctantly lowered her head and began to eat.

Entering the hall, after retrieving luggage in line, Phil walked toward the airport gate, his face beaming with a smile.

Apparently, all these people had family members in the military, some holding high ranks—no wonder they were so arrogant and unreasonable.

However, only Mao Gui, Hei Hou, and Liu Qi had witnessed this matter firsthand; others merely heard it secondhand.

“No, you insolent girl, you cannot seal the true self!” Anandu’s resentful roar echoed from within the seal.

Just as the disciple who ate flies was about to speak, the master suddenly flew up and fell into a nearby trash heap.

Within Yu Yiguan’s body, a strange rumbling arose. A pillar of blue-purple lightning exploded and thundered in his abdomen. A faint blue light seeped through his purple Taoist robe.

Ye Chuyang sighed helplessly, pinched the bridge of his nose, got out of bed, went to the bathroom, switched to new toiletries, changed clothes, and stepped out.

It had two masters, and it refused to leave either. What to do? So it hid inside the Eight Trigrams Diagram, playing dumb.

As a mother, Mo Ziyan had countless times tried to improve her cooking skills. But absurdly, no matter how much Ye Chuyang taught her, she remained a kitchen disaster.

Yet, unexpectedly, Ye Juan let out a sneer, mocking however one wished.

The demonic beasts beneath the village gate were no longer the docile creatures they once were; each was a fierce demon with blue faces and tusks. With savage faces and thunderous roars, they continuously battered the gate.

At that moment, Zhao Rong was surprised to see a squad of soldiers approaching the white iron house.

“Thank you, miss; I have fully recovered,” Liu Linlu bowed deeply. He was different now compared to when they first met yesterday.

She was not afraid of animals and could even communicate with them, but she truly disliked rats, especially these black, flea-infested, germ-ridden ones.

“The porcelain room still has some, doesn’t it? You can continue choosing!” Jia Liang said blankly.

He carried his household registration and thirty taels of silver. To buy more time, he didn’t even dare to take clothes. After stepping out, he ran as if for his life. When Xiao Cunli and the Zhao family discovered it, he had already arrived at Kuizhou Prefecture, preparing to board a ship bound for Lizhou.

Hesitating briefly, he glanced at his watch. It seemed late; if he didn’t leave soon, he would be late.

This was the specialty dish of mom and dad. Though no longer in the same era, the family reputation must not be tarnished.

Yin Anlu boarded the carriage, placing the snacks aside. Actually, the siblings were only discussing business matters.

Under ordinary circumstances, the Pistons would have no expectations for this game at all.