23 Outsourcing

What if Chu Xuan thought she wasn’t suited for marksmanship, and decided not to teach her anymore?

The imposing young man’s back remained straight as he spoke indifferently. The scissors in his hand continued to snip away with unwavering precision.

“It’s nothing—a person of no consequence. Take care of it,” Ning Qianqian gave the guards a look, and they left to carry out her order.

At that moment, although everyone in the grand hall was eager to learn what achievements the Demon Emperor Yaoshi had accomplished recently, not one asked.

“Stop the car, or I’ll shoot him right here!” Xu Xiaoxiao’s face was grim, an ominous chill spreading across her entire being.

Xiao Zhan truly didn’t understand his father’s thinking. Back when Xiao Kunming objected to him and his mother being together, hadn’t he gone against Kunming’s wishes and chosen his mother after all?

“Director?” Xia Lei looked at Zhang Jiayue with a trace of sympathy. Anyone would feel pain after being schemed against by their own family. For Jiayue, this was indeed a difficult hurdle to cross.

Granny Duan, recalling the turbulent years of her youth, felt waves surging in her heart. She wanted to pour out her feelings, but after so many years, all those passions had faded, leaving neither light nor any urge to speak of them again. She only sighed softly.

The three grew warier by the second. For someone to sit at their side so long without a word—he was definitely no ordinary man. Yet no matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t see through his cultivation.

That one word, “Auntie,” Bo Yao would never forget. Now that he had returned, she would once again have to face a scene of her two sons turning on each other.

In the cemetery on the northern outskirts of City A, Gu Weijun held a bouquet of fresh flowers as he walked slowly along the winding mountain path with Yin Man.

The man barely had time to react before he was kicked face-first to the ground. His face crashed into the floor, pain shooting through him. But that was the least of it—he even lost two front teeth in the process.

Confronted by more than a dozen skilled opponents rushing at him, he not only showed no fear, but even let out a cold smile and strode into the fray.

If it were the squad leader, she would never forgive her husband’s infidelity. One misstep, and no matter how much he begged for forgiveness—worshipping on a washboard, a keyboard, even a motherboard—she would still insist on a divorce.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself still adrift in the dark starry expanse. Looking down, he could see the earth below, and in the distance, those seven extraordinary peaks.

Thinking of the man’s elegant manner when smoking, she leaned over lightly, feeling for the cigarette box and lighter on the bedside table.

“Mr. Feng, if you need a house remodeled, I can design it for you.” When it came to her major, Xia Yucheng’s enthusiasm was obvious.

Suddenly, a corpse issued a chilling, rasping breath. The mysterious man didn’t even turn his head, tossing a silver needle that embedded itself in the corpse’s crown.

“What’s changed?” Zhuo Yu asked as he gently stroked Mu Lingling’s dark hair, holding her tightly with one arm, sensing her trembling.

Vien had no idea how he claimed first blood—he almost thought he was dreaming. He couldn’t help but sigh.

“Qi!” Several gamblers who had not yet dispersed shouted in unison, voices filled with shock.

Gazing at the starry desert sky, feeling the wind as the ship sailed on, Nali found her mood much lighter.

At that moment, Zhong Jie understood how Huang Shicong must have felt, staring at the pot of borscht soup right after finishing his phone call.

His heart was filled with bitterness—fate, oh fate, why did all his efforts end up benefiting someone else?

After a tense standoff, it was Qi Mishan who broke first. There was only one Soul Cypress; inevitably, only one side could claim it, so a battle was unavoidable.

Ming Yuetian frowned slightly. He had used seventy to eighty percent of his strength in that palm strike, yet, after taking a direct hit, his opponent stood up almost immediately, only his breath slightly uneven. It was truly astonishing.

Gray? No, it was the swirling dust that had stained the vines, making their original color indistinguishable. An acrid stench now replaced the faint fragrance of pollen. This was Senluo City’s most mysterious and infamous gathering place for sorcerers.

“Water beast activity? At that level, he’ll be fine. Don’t worry, just head back.” After hearing Riko’s report, Liz didn’t seem the least bit concerned. A former Tiger Fangs Sect prodigy stymied by a mere water beast? Ridiculous.

“How interesting.” Sima Ye lifted one eyebrow, glanced at Fang Yinuo with a playful smile, and then closed his eyes completely.

This August had been unusually pleasant. The Crown Prince’s new policies stimulated the economy, Nie Fenghua’s shops flourished, and it looked like profits would triple by year’s end. When she sold them, even if she wasn’t the richest in Darun, she’d be close enough.

Master said that he’d need to ask around on-site to find out the details. We’d have to enter the place discreetly—after all, it was something like a prison.

Looking closely, he saw that the one standing before the snow leopard was Zhuo Lingtian’s adopted son, Zhuo Jiaxu, heir to the Xuanyuan Sect.

They didn’t even need to communicate; in an instant, each took up their battle positions. Such tacit understanding—few human generals could ever hope to match.

Gongsun Yuyan understood—this man already had a grudge against Chu Nan, and now, with the sunken ship incident blamed on him, their feud was deeper than ever. Reconciliation was out of the question.