75. The Golden Orb’s Journey of Raising Cubs (Conclusion)

“You sneaked out again and made friends as you pleased. You’re becoming more and more disobedient,” Jing Lei said angrily when he saw Jin Feng bringing an outsider into the house.

“No, no, I’m not a bad person! It’s all a misunderstanding, I swear, I’m not a bad person,” Fu Yan’s face had already changed the moment Xiang Xintong shouted, and as the bodyguards surrounded him, he instinctively began to back away.

“It was actually the year before last, by chance, that I had a conversation about this topic. Time was tight then, so I didn’t give a clear answer right away. The Ma family said they’d come formally to visit when they had the chance. I expect they’ll show up at your door after the new year when you return to Zhanhai,” Lin Feng explained to his father in response to his question.

Qin Jingrou seemed unaware that Fu Yan had left the Talent Academy, and was quite shocked to hear he wasn’t there anymore.

Suddenly, from behind the high wall sprang She Tunhai, tall and thin in his snakeskin battle armor, followed by a row of expressionless men in black—ten, twenty, more and more—each holding a crossbow.

Yet, though it was only a ball of flame, the power that Protector Yang Yan and Liu Pinggui displayed with it was worlds apart.

Every disciple of the Heaven and Earth Blade Sect who had trained with this blade had either abandoned it or died—none had lasted more than three months. The details of their deaths were never revealed, but that repeated character for “death” was enough to make one’s blood run cold.

Corpse Thrust grew both alarmed and furious, launching a savage assault. The razor-sharp wish-hook darted from the black mist again and again—slashing, sweeping, hooking in reverse—each strike coming from an angle no ordinary person would anticipate, each one ruthless.

Although Irene Luo was a little worried, she’d already experienced a teleportation and visited that other world, met Fang Li’s family, so she appeared quite composed. Now, seeing Fang Li’s uncertain expression, she couldn’t help but ask with concern.

Liu Ling had thought Duan Kongming was a decent person, but in reality he turned out to be so arrogant and dismissive of others.

When Zhan Silake and the five elders saw that everyone in the War God Alliance was looking at Zhan Hu—and Zhan Hu himself was trying to slip away—they immediately realized he must be involved.

That morning, after Tang Li finished a scene, she received a call from Wu Xuehan and learned that Wu’s mother had already entered the Li family, and even Wu’s father had been retained—it was all proceeding far more smoothly than she’d expected.

But Su Liuyu just smiled, a clear, elegant smile, showing no sadness or resentment at her defeat.

Liu Fan said, “I need you to guide me as I inspect the terrain between Guangzong and Lower Quyang. If you can provide key information, there will be a handsome reward!” Hearing there was money involved, the villagers were all beside themselves with excitement and hurried to agree.

Zilong turned back toward the car, where the man was gathering his things to get off. Zilong grabbed him by the shoulder. The man had noticed Zilong when he opened the door, but as he was busy packing, he hadn’t called out. Just as he was about to speak, Zilong grabbed him.

The four wonders of Wuling Town: the Soaring Carp of the Zhuang Family’s Orange Lake, the Xiao Family’s Purple Bamboo Grove, the Sacred Spring of the Xia Family, and the Sea of Clouds at the Huyan Villa—each unique, each a marvel beyond compare.

Thanks to her persistence, Xiaxia found the necklace in the treetops on the hillside. Zuo Lun anxiously cupped it in his hands. The necklace was made of sapphire and yellow topaz, shaped like a pistol and a bullet.

“Is that the principal?” someone whispered. This time, even Gu Qingyuan heard it and looked around. Sure enough, Principal Liang was walking with a man in a suit.

“Dad, I’ll tell you the truth! Ying’er and I have already been intimate. Here’s the test result!” Huo Qiong produced a slip of paper.

If before, Dong Ru simply thought the sword looked extraordinary, now, after hearing its history, she was truly shaken—she’d never seen anything more valuable than their family’s rice shop, which Wei Qilang had built up. She’d certainly never laid eyes on anything worth ten city fortresses.

A figure appeared, about six feet tall—just a little taller than the spatial mirage clone—his body crackling with arcs of electricity. The moment he appeared, the sky exploded with the crackling blasts of lightning.

“Brother Lin Feng, what should we do? It said we would be tested—what kind of test?” Xiang Feng asked.

After resting for a while, Ling Xiangyuan, exhausted, sat cross-legged on the ground. The sensation of ten thousand ants gnawing his body gradually faded, replaced by an inexplicable comfort.

The return of Xiu Wufeng meant that for at least a hundred years, no one would be able to shake the imperial family’s place in the Skyblue Empire.

Lightning flashed like silver serpents around Ye Jialuo. Several bolts struck her, but did her no harm—her body was momentarily numb, then she was fine again. Though she found the sensation exhilarating, it was still a nuisance.

After saying this, Ye Jialuo pointed her jade finger at the Sky-Burial Sword Array. Five long swords crashed down, their sword lights carrying the force of thunder, tearing through the firmament, the brilliance of the laws swirling like a falling galaxy, annihilating all in their path.

“Do you know how many people die each year to evil spirits?” Hu Guang asked calmly.

Qingyu descended the stairs, gesturing for Ling Xiangyuan to follow closely behind. In total darkness, the two groped their way forward. Qingyu seemed extremely familiar with the place.

Yang Baishun looked down at his mismatched clothes and the imitation leather old cloth shoes at his feet—he didn’t look like someone who could squeeze out twenty thousand yuan no matter how you looked at it.

During this period in history when he claimed illness, whether his sickness was real or feigned, it seemed he did intend to transfer power to the Shunzhi Emperor in a dignified manner.

Someone had asked about the noise the previous night. Some saw firelight at the Ning family’s estate, and it was no wonder the county magistrate took such interest. According to the villagers, that evening the magistrate was with a certain soon-to-be concubine, studying human anatomy, and the sudden thunderclap brought their session to an abrupt end—so it was said.

“How do they compare to our Xue’er?” After a long silence, Chang Xue’s mother spoke up.

“The treatment for core students is really generous,” Hong Wu nodded, though he didn’t seem particularly tempted.

Su Yuan narrowed his eyes, opening his hand behind his back, attempting to summon the power of the Underworld Path to use the Crescent Break. Unfortunately, just as he tried to break through to the underworld, a sudden chaotic current in the void scattered the energy he was gathering.