Volume One, Chapter 69: Pei Yu’an Dreams of His Past Life

Ji Junxiao returned home just as dawn was about to break.

Lin Ranran was nursing the baby.

After washing his hands, he came over to help.

“All settled?” Lin Ranran asked with a smile.

While feeding the baby with a spoon, Ji Junxiao replied, “Yes, Ning Zhongyong has been caught.”

“Xia Zhiyuan is all right?”

Ji Junxiao sounded a little frustrated. “You were right to be cautious. That woman is too cunning—she slipped away again this time.”

Geling, on the other hand, had no worries at all. Placing the Soul-breaking Netherflower into the storage ring earlier had been a matter of convenience—after all, they couldn’t very well walk out of the imperial palace carrying a pot of flowers together; how undignified would that be?

When Liu Chen entered, he didn’t even bother to glance at those clothes, simply instructing everyone to stack all the heavy furniture—tables, chairs—against the door, barricading it firmly from inside.

“Seventy years! Xiao Lian, you’ve gone too far!” Sheng Chuyi pointed at her, his hand glowing as he tried to forcibly break her transformation.

Lanlan’s character was something Wang Mei deeply disliked. Relying on her youth and beauty, she would always take shortcuts, have colleagues do her work, and snatch others’ achievements.

“I had something to take care of,” Yueyue said with a smile, though her gaze drifted toward Ouyang Qin, who had just dragged a chair over and sat down.

Duan Yishan lay in his hospital bed. Hearing footsteps, he thought Qianran had arrived. She had promised to visit again today before she left last night.

Qiu Chengtong thought to himself that this recommendation letter was clearly going to be sent. He was even happier in his heart. The absence of errors proved Luo Ye hadn’t been boasting or exaggerating. He himself had written the second and sixth problems, and knew their difficulty. Yet she still managed to hand in her paper ahead of time—a true prodigy.

Charging in rashly would be fine if their opponent was an ordinary person, but if he was a martial artist, they’d all be done for.

But if he truly liked her, why would he leave in such a hurry? With Duanmu Hao’s personality, even if Senior Ji or Nian Nian saw them, if he truly loved her, he wouldn’t have backed down.

After all, the status of that high-ranking official surnamed Zhang was now on par with Lu Jing. Compared to the Cheng family, his standing was clearly superior.

“Shura Ghost Claw, break for me!” In a life-and-death moment, the Blood Shura no longer held back. He unleashed his innate martial art perfectly, his hands dancing in the air. The right hand instantly transformed into a half-foot-long blood-red claw.

When Megatron appeared, both Decepticons and Autobots sensed it and immediately ceased fighting, pulling away from each other and exchanging cold, hostile stares.

Around Chen Fei, two faintly visible swords circled continuously, sometimes letting out a soft ring. Five spirit pearls hovered above his head, forming a strange formation that poured forth a wild torrent of energy. The power of wood surged like a raging river.

At these words, everyone couldn’t help but burst out laughing. Such an unconvincing statement was clearly a clumsy attempt to cover up his identity. It seemed that even the legendary demonic overlord was henpecked at home.

Long Yanhua pressed her lips together. He had heard her thanks, but showed none of the expected response. That slight nod seemed to be the very limit of what he was willing to offer.

Zhang Tao’s fingers danced, and the stones spiraled around his index finger. “Whew, after more than two months, I can finally control my mental strength perfectly. Though the progress isn’t much, at least I’ve met the requirements. It’s time.” With a gentle tap, the stone turned to powder, and Zhang Tao walked out of the Misty Tower.

It had something of the old Soviet feel—the institution operated as if on stimulants, running at unsustainable speed. Lin Jiaren understood this too well, but chose to take it easy as long as he could—just getting by, day by day.

A day later, Zhang Tao made a full recovery, which made even Jiutian Yishao’s eyes turn grave. But Jiutian Yishao didn’t pry further; he knew Zhang Tao must have gained something extra.