31 The Light of the Common People

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On a beach strewn with reefs along the Boundless Sea, a large ship with black sails lay at anchor. The vessel appeared deserted, with only two languid sailors sprawled on the deck, basking in the sun.

In truth, Wen Chuliu could have sent Jun Shiyi to her room, but one should never let down one’s guard around others.

When everyone saw that he was not angry, they all breathed a sigh of relief. They merely had the waiter clean up the mess on the floor and continued drinking.

Shu Han was stunned for a moment, then immediately understood what her grandfather meant. Even if Han Feng had been handling matters outside behind Shu Junyun’s back, how could she have succeeded without her uncle’s tacit approval?

Yet, to his surprise, Hu Feixue remained utterly composed—one might even call her indifferent. Did she really have such confidence in Bao Tian? The Great Emperor Shengyang frowned. Just then, he heard a cry of alarm from the arena and hurriedly turned to look at the platform. The sight before him instantly drew a sharp breath from his lips.

“Who are you? Why is Nian Xiy’s phone in your hands?” Nian Junting’s voice was on the verge of exploding.

“I’m so busy I can barely keep my head above water. How could I possibly be an old hand?” Nian Xi sighed. She had originally wanted to ask why she could not get in, but now she was far too embarrassed to bring it up.

Those cultivators were blasted into the air. They never even saw the enemy’s face before losing their lives in a daze.

Jun Shiyi watched as the door opened once again. Wen Chuliu held dishes identical in every respect to those from before, and he silently began to question his entire existence.

Yan Su walked over and looked at him lying on the grass. He was still wearing yesterday’s clothes, and even with his eyes closed, the shadows beneath his lashes could not be concealed.

Zhao Gou thanked him, gathered his things, bowed respectfully, and left. Normally, an examination lasted three days, but the provincial examination could take no more than three. In most cases, it could be completed in two days, so on the third day they entered the venue again to continue with the second session.

After all, although Sells had defeated Roland before, it had only been a narrow victory. If he had not suffered a hidden injury during his clash with Copper Hammer, it would still have been impossible to say who would have emerged victorious in the end.

His subordinates merely stood to one side, yet they had already begun speaking in strange tones. If not for these matters, why would he have waited here back then? As things stood, there was probably little benefit left for him. In the days ahead, he could only make the best of the situation.

Kou Xu left his master’s room. To the left was the room he and Qi Aizhen had occupied when they arrived; to the right stretched an endless darkness.

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“Call the beasts over. Throw any equipment that won’t be needed in the short term onto the helicopter.” Tota’s group also began sorting their weapons. The time had not yet come, but they had to be fully prepared beforehand. The moment it arrived, they would enter combat readiness at once.

That special effect was merely a privilege granted to players. It could be arranged with a few coins. Of course, the situation could not be faked, because the system would not help fabricate it. What appeared on the screen was therefore a genuine representation.

Although this siege was not particularly large and contained no thrilling hand-to-hand combat—in fact, it was almost entirely a one-sided massacre—Sells and the others were still shaken by the brutality of the battlefield, having witnessed a real war for the first time.

The dishes had been served, and people at the other table were eating and talking as well. At that moment, Lu Yan went over to Barton’s table to ask whether the food suited their tastes and whether they were satisfied with the restaurant’s service.

The old monk’s palms met for an instant, yet he suddenly felt his true essence become blocked, as though it could no longer circulate. The supply of true essence also came to an abrupt halt.

Director Fang, Li Liang, and the others were all stunned. Had Lu Yan struck too hard? Otherwise, how could Xu Li be suffering so terribly?

They had barely been gone a moment when I heard movement in the courtyard. Frightened, I hugged the fire poker and curled up on the bed, not daring to make a sound in case Lamei had come back to pinch me again.

Just then, Jiang Yu suddenly walked over, opened the passenger-side door, and sat down without a word.

No matter how simple and honest the customs of Chu were, affairs of love and lust were hardly uncommon. It had only been one night, and Chu Lange truly had not taken it to heart. She had beaten him not because they had shared a husband-and-wife relationship that night, but because of the schemes he had used.

There was no choice but to resort to the most basic method: use Yun Kuo’s own vitality to forcibly suppress and dispel the aftereffects of the radiation.

Suspicious people passed by the tea plantation from time to time. Some even knocked on the door under various pretexts to strike up conversations. Those stationed outside were well practiced in dealing with such situations and revealed not the slightest flaw.

The moment Dujuan heard the words “Spring Dawn,” her eyes suddenly lit up, only to dim again at once. Even so, that fleeting change did not escape the notice of Ryuusei Junichiro.

It was Pei Chengsi who was more difficult to fathom. On the surface, he used his grudge against the Ye family as a pretext, but in reality, he held everything concerning his elder brother firmly in his hands.

Qin Zong had never cared about much of anything, yet he was deeply concerned about the relationship between Yan Tao and Yun Kuo. That man appeared gentle and courteous, but he was certainly not as simple as he seemed.

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The feeling of having one’s weakness seized by another was precisely the kind of vulnerability he had always believed should never exist.

Shen Anran did not want Ye Shengting to hit him. Ye Jingchen felt that a person should take responsibility for his own actions; at worst, he would simply have to take a few blows on the backside.

As he spoke, he suddenly seized both sides of the scroll and pulled hard in opposite directions. The scroll instantly tore in two. At the same time, a dazzling radiance burst from the tear and shot straight into the heavens.

“What is his name?” Zhou Wutian saw that the man had not answered. No longer insisting, he turned and asked Weituo instead.

“Pfft… Zete! What are you doing?” The pit was more than two meters deep, and Reimi and Kanako, sitting at the bottom, could not see what was happening outside.

Yiyun jumped back onto her own bed and began sleeping in an utterly careless manner. Her chest was completely exposed, while her arms and legs sprawled without restraint, and the scant scrap of cloth meant to preserve her modesty stood out starkly before Chen Lin.

“What are you doing? This is a private residence! Don’t you know that you’re trespassing?” Shi Huan was pinned to the ground, struggling like a madwoman.

“I’ll call my dad first.” As he spoke, he took out his phone, pressed the buttons for a long while, and finally dialed the King of Hell.

“Fia?” Zete’s head rested against Fia’s thigh, but even Fia gave no response at that moment.

Although Qin Ming thought this way, he still envied Li Yi deep down. The entertainment industry was a deep pool, and it had worn away all his edges. To put it more seriously, he had even begun to lose sight of his original self. Apart from his dream, which had never changed, everything else had altered to one degree or another.

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