Chapter 27: Fateful Encounters

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Even though Lian Ashubel could not comprehend what was meant by the so-called will of the world, she could indeed sense that invisible force at work. Pei Yueyue glanced at the phone in her hand, dialed Chen Xing’s number, and pressed herself close to the door, listening for sounds from inside the room. Soon enough, she heard a cell phone ringing within, the sound muffled by the room’s soundproofing, requiring careful attention to discern.

Guan Chenji hurriedly drove Feng Xinci to the hospital. The doctors had been waiting on standby and immediately approached when they saw his car, transferring Feng Xinci onto a stretcher and wheeling her straight into the emergency room.

Song Yiyi was well aware of the etiquette. Xiahou Ce’s dining manners were impeccable—chopsticks in his hand like a marshal’s baton commanding legions, his back straight, his handsome figure radiating elegance and nobility. He exuded an effortless aura of authority, making it impossible for anyone to question him.

At this moment, the once-bright clothes of the two were now soiled and disheveled, and Duan Zhian’s eyes, which so often sparkled with intelligence, had sunk into a dull and lifeless gloom.

Ling Jing understood Li Wuxin’s wish to travel the world; together, they had wandered the northern grasslands, admired the scenery beyond the borders, encountered nomads she had never seen even in her previous life, and gazed upon the sea at the edge of the continent, stopping and going as they pleased.

How could Zhao Fuxin persuade her? Yue Yun’s refusal to have dinner with him was obviously because she had made plans with Zhao Fuxin.

Song Yiyi was momentarily stunned—she truly hadn’t considered that at the time, being too absorbed in the spectacle. She had never consciously stepped into the role of his fiancée; she had simply been focused on getting her hands on the bracelet.

After smoothing fragrant lotion onto her skin, Mu Liyue felt her skin grow more supple and luminous. She gazed at her reflection in the mirror and smiled with pride.

"Yang Lin, come with me to the Long family tonight. We’re calling off this engagement," Jiang Ning said coolly.

Jiang Ning entered the livestream room, saw the number of viewers, and couldn’t help but let a smile creep onto her lips.

To her, those people were like figures from legend—she, an ordinary person, would never cross paths with them.

Why were the commoners so quick to rebel, why did rumors of armies tens of thousands strong circulate so often? It was for this reason: when people had no food and could not survive, yet still faced the court’s heavy conscription and the officials’ cruel exploitation, how could they not rise up?

Yuenü eyed Tang Seng’s peculiar smile, sensing the monk was plotting something, but dared not defy him.

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The head of the Celestial Radiance Sect fell silent at the words, but his sullen expression betrayed the turmoil within.

At this moment, Master Achai deliberately glanced at the soldiers, who stared back at him in disbelief.

The heart demon of the now-corrupted gambler chieftain visibly trembled at White Impermanence’s words. His steps toward the seventh floor entrance of the Wild Goose Pagoda halted.

This was crucial for Qi Tianshou. The future could wait—this matter might be tied to the system’s ultimate mission. But for now, what he wanted to know was: in this world, did he have any rivals?

As the spiritual energy within his body surged, Feng Lin felt utterly invigorated—he had reached the sixth stage of blood assimilation.

After the meeting, the old master waved them away, remaining seated in his chair.

Before she could scream, the nurse beside her covered her mouth and administered a sedative.

Even as the wedding drew near and despair began to creep into his heart, he still dared not think in that direction.

“It’s like this—one of my relatives was taken by your people. I’m here to bring him back,” Xiao Yimo said flatly.

An Jun and the others had been waiting at the restaurant for Fu Yiming and Da Tong, but no matter how long they waited, neither appeared. Instead, An Jun’s sharp eyes spotted Fu Yiming and Da Tong at the upstairs window, and quickly pulled Wei Hanjue along to intercept them.

As the Celestial Eye absorbed the medicine’s effects, Tang Song took the opportunity to infuse a trace of Heavenly Retribution, forcefully channeling it into the Celestial Eye. This way, if the Celestial Eye lost control, he could use Heavenly Retribution as a tether. Otherwise, he would end up like Madame Lin, plagued by backlashes all day.

“Uncle Master, thank goodness you arrived; otherwise, we would have been killed by them!” Du Gu Hongya sobbed.

A stardust-colored dress caught the chandelier’s light, shimmering like the starry sky at night.

Baron was infamous as an old stick-in-the-mud—many of the tournament’s strictest rules were his doing.

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Since I walked in, Old Liu had been waiting anxiously outside. As soon as he saw me emerge, he hurried over to greet me.

Yan Xi looked down with disdain at the fallen Xinda Yi, triumphantly leaving a tire mark on the boy’s leg before vanishing into the air.

The joy among the crowd was not only for vengeance achieved, but perhaps even more for the elegant youth seated at the head.

Just then, the anxiety that had plagued me slowly faded. It seemed the bad omen had referred to Wu Sanquan, that troublemaker. Yet to my surprise, the one who came for me was him—not Wu Sanjin.

“Ming Tong!” Lin Feng scanned the surroundings with all his might, noticing nothing amiss. So he continued to wander through the dilapidated village.

Fei Pei calmed himself. Appearances could deceive: a villain’s face might hide virtue, a gentle demeanor might cloak a scoundrel. This Jia She seemed upright, but it wouldn’t be surprising if he dabbled in corruption. Best to proceed with caution.

“Isn’t this just death energy? Try using your divine sense to check around your body—see if there’s any black energy lingering about you,” the Azure-winged Bat King remarked with amusement at Lu Heng’s reaction.

Xinda Yi was reluctant at first, but knowing that Aheng rarely made requests, he nodded in agreement.

A pang of bitterness welled up in Zhou Ping’s heart. They were all such innocent children—so innocent, in fact, that their wishes were the simplest to fulfill.

Lin Yuquan’s gaze sharpened. He had intended to offer the other party a way out, but since it was refused, so be it; he might as well settle old scores. Besides, he was genuinely curious about the famed master of Taiji—hopefully he wouldn’t be disappointed.

“Song Ziqiao, there’s no need to send your minions to their deaths. I’m not here to kill you today, but to take you back. Every nation has its laws, every family its rules. As a member of the Song family, you must answer for your actions. I’ll bring you home for Grandpa to deal with personally,” Song Wan’er said coolly.