Chapter 128: A Match Made in Heaven

“Nonsense!”

Chu Xiong’s face flushed red as his thoughts were pierced through. Suddenly, he noticed an unusual fluctuation in her spiritual energy. “Wait a minute, you’re at the late foundation establishment stage?”

She bit into an osmanthus cake and nodded. “Well, saving lives should come with some benefits, right? Ye Cangming gave me a thousand-year-old Yin-Yang twin lotus and a box of top-grade spirit stones as payment. I used them all, and that’s how my cultivation stands now.”

Chu Xiong’s mouth twitched. A thousand-year-old Yin-Yang twin lotus—that was a priceless treasure, a rarity with no market value.

“You will naturally come to know my name while you’re alive, but no one has ever survived under my hand,” the cloaked figure’s deep, mechanical voice echoed, sounding as if it were playing back from a recording device.

Master Yuan clenched his fists tightly. If it weren’t for the favor he sought from her, he would have loved to give her a good beating right now.

“Tsk, that’s truly cruel, leaving no trace of the body. Someone as ruthless as you—tell me, what exactly does Ranran see in you?” Huo Yun’s words seemed directed at no one in particular.

Chu Qinghan was so pained she could hardly speak. Watching Ye Xian’s actions, she felt a flame of anger rise in her heart.

Yue Ying was momentarily stunned, silently warning herself to remain ever vigilant. It was careless not to have noticed such malevolent energy.

Chu Jianjia cast a cold glance at Ye Jinmu. Seeing her smug expression only fueled her anger.

But the change left Master Yuan both amused and exasperated. Damn it! At first, there was only one ox-headed figure. Now, even the horse-faced one and the Black and White Impermanence had appeared, all staring unblinking at Master Yuan as if daring her to withstand their gaze without cracking.

Su Ran was here to uncover the truth, but suddenly being asked to question someone honestly left her at a loss—she truly didn’t know how or in what tone to ask.

Chu Qinghan had no choice but to keep Qin Zhiyuan as a backup plan; for now, they had to rely on themselves.

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A Yuan passed over the drafted blueprints, while the cook brought out some brown sugar ginger tea. Everyone had to drink it—no one was allowed to skip or fall ill.

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The Second Madam’s courtyard had been bustling all night. The next morning, Rong Hua learned from Jin Xiu that Madam Xue had fainted twice during the night.

Shi Zhongyu hadn’t seen Su Ye’s appearance but suddenly recalled Western legends about apples. He spoke up, “I’ve heard stories about this kind of fruit before. Sister Su Ye, would you like to hear them?” He didn’t know what apples were called in the Great Yan, so he dared not speak plainly.

At that moment, Zhang Dashuan, Mrs. He, Zhang Huai, and Zhang Yang stood nearby, anxiously watching Qin Feng to see how he would respond.

Yet even so, the eldest uncle of the Bai family was closer to those nephews than the others, often secretly looking out for them.

A Ying couldn’t hide her smile and squeezed Li Zhuzhi’s arm excitedly. “Can that cover three rooms? I hope to have three rooms: one for cooking, one for sleeping, and one where family can stay when they visit…”

Hong Xiu said nothing, kneeling quietly on the ground, listening silently as her father shouted. General Zheng grew increasingly angry at her.

“Aunt Li, I feel dizzy. Maybe I’m drunk,” Song Kexin said, struggling to keep herself upright.

After some joking around, Ju Hua and Qing Mu went back to eat with Yang Dezhi, who also invited Ju Hua’s eldest uncle. He declined politely, saying family shouldn’t be so formal.

“Eh?” The enormous stone sculpture uttered a voice of surprise, clearly astonished that the Wang family grandfather and grandson had escaped using such a method.