Storage Room Fifty

“I am at your disposal, Commander.” The performance had reached its climax, and Liu Yi now stood with a look of solemn gravity, answering with utmost seriousness. The transformation in his demeanor was striking, catching Zhu Jun’s eye. At last, Liu Langsheng truly displayed the bearing of a mighty general—no wonder Lu Zhi had chosen to protect him.

In the end, he could only grit his teeth and hurl himself off the cliff, returning to the Chiyuan stables. That night, as Lu Mu lay in bed, his body still aching in several places, he could not help but feel deep frustration as he recalled what had happened atop the cliff—beaten for an hour by some unknown assailant, with no idea who the perpetrator was.

As the two of them lingered in this heavy atmosphere, Wu Fei approached. Sensing their somber moods, she guessed that Lingyue must be mourning the great tragedy of Chiyuan once again.

Moreover, with the two chaotic worlds so closely entwined, much of their inner chaos overlapped completely.

Lu Xiuyun watched her expression closely. Seeing no sign of suspicion, she finally let down her guard.

“Big brother, second brother, third brother, you’re all here?” Zhao Hai greeted them with a faint smile as the three arrived. Years ago, the brotherhood among Liu Yi and his two sworn siblings had begun because of him; since then, after mending his ways, he and Liu Yi had grown as close as brothers, and a similar bond had quietly formed with Gan and Zhao. Zhao Hai’s inclusion here today was proof of the deep ties between the four.

Soon after, Rong Qingya checked the time and led Han Jiuyue downstairs. Han Jiuyue lifted her skirts and followed by her side, entering the main hall.

On this night of the fifteenth of August, the moon was likely the roundest and brightest of the entire year. To let such beauty go unadmired would be a waste.

Through a thread of spiritual power, Pan Long observed the scene and could not help but feel a surge of excitement within.

From her direction, a sports car approached at a leisurely pace—a flamboyant green Porsche convertible, a color rarely chosen.

So, the truth was clear: to protect Yun Feng, Jing Lian had schemed to send her away.

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Xia Lei continued his role as a mystic, his fingertips wreathed in a seven-hued radiance, quietly producing hundreds of rare golden lotuses from the Nether Pearl.

Upon entering the Jade Villa, Zifeng immediately led the Twelve Shadows of Heavenly Tears toward Poison Dragon’s residence. The rest of the members he left to Chen Fei to arrange; after all, there were just too many people to handle at once. Under Zifeng’s guidance, the leader and vice-leader of the Purple Peak Society, along with the Twelve Shadows, quickly arrived at Poison Dragon’s abode.

It was a newspaper from two days ago. On its front page was Mother Mo’s statement, announcing that Mo Yunye had finally uncovered the identity of the young woman from eight years prior, and that she would certainly be compensated.

Endless power surged from every limb of this new body, the sheer force of it sending Meng Xingyuan into a wild frenzy of roars, venting the exhilaration that filled his heart.

Not to mention, with such vast resources at his disposal, he had broken through from a one-star Spirit Master to the pinnacle of three-star Spirit Master in one leap.

Ke Haozhe only needed to draw a scar on his face, for scars already peppered his body no less than on A Leng.

“All of you, come out.” Before Blood Fiend could respond, Joseph’s cold voice echoed through the room.

He glanced over with a strange look, only to see Long Lan visibly excited, her eyes alight with fervor, barely able to contain herself.

“Then, has my royal brother received such an invitation?” Ji Mo Yun turned to Lilac, changing the topic.

Feng Xuanyin had not yet entered the room when she caught the heavy scent of blood. She remembered that in her previous life, Nan Mingye had never suffered such grievous wounds. As she stepped inside, she heard Nan Mingye cry out in a hoarse voice.

Clearly, she lacked neither money nor men—what she lacked was love. Zhang Wen, for all his wealth and influence, could offer her many things, but apparently not that. The moment he spoke, he regretted it.

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The defending soldiers clustered above the surrounded Ming troops, helpless, their hearts aching at the sound of the crowd’s cries for the empire. Every shout rang with weeping, laden with emotion, moving all who heard.

“Yes, I’ll go at once!” Caoxin, fuming and crestfallen, could only slink back to the Hall of Cold Snow.

Two minutes later, Ji Tiantian regretted everything—she realized now that the man had been faking it all along. She never should have let him stay.

His gaze skimmed over Han Ge, then he and his friends got out of the car and entered the club.

There was neither confirmation nor denial. Su Gu studied Lin Yuxi’s calm and open demeanor, lost in thought. Lin Yuxi, for her part, said nothing, standing quietly as if waiting for Su Gu’s reply.

Sometimes Jiang Yu felt conflicted—he longed to see Lian Xin care for him, but feared it at the same time. Caring led to expectations; expectations led to disappointment. Each bout of jealousy so easily turned into despair.

These six months of toil had left Jiao Fang with a shock of white hair. This morning, after a final revision showed no errors, he could not wait to bring everything to Zhu Houzhao for review.

Huochi would absolutely not scrimp on Zheng E’s account. Not only did he select a weapon for each of the seventy thousand men outside, but he also brought back all the equipment for the remaining thirty thousand cavalry.

Once past the vortex, Lin Dong’s journey became much smoother. He was far more cautious now—after all, those hidden currents were not invisible, and there were always signs if one paid close attention. With vigilance, it wasn’t so hard to avoid danger.