142. Resettlement

“Big sister! Those bastards!” Lanoli spoke, her voice trembling with rage. Though they had anticipated this situation before, seeing it unfold before her eyes—watching their sisters fall one by one—her heart filled uncontrollably with hatred.

Now that Qionghua had taken residence in the Western Temple, to see her, I had to go through Mosang. Mosang disliked me, yet he was a man of reason. If I told him the truth outright, would I be revealing secrets best kept hidden? Would I be struck by lightning for it?

Li Zhenguo held Zhao Hui’s hand in one, his other arm around her waist. Together, they danced gracefully to the music.

This place had been specially reinforced; even floods during the summer posed no threat. Behind it lay an area perfectly suited for crocodiles to frolic.

The people of Haidu began discussing business ventures. The Great Ming Commercial Gazette was established, a paper entirely different from the Academic Gazette, quickly gaining popularity. Clearly, the public had grown tired of purely scholarly matters, favoring instead a paper closer to everyday life and commerce, which soon became mainstream.

“Shameless, lecherous bastard!” Xia Shiyun twisted the hand wrapped around her waist, her tone icy, yet a faint smile curled at the corner of her lips.

Zhao Hui was so surprised, yet so deeply enamored with the boy who so loved to kiss her. Her heart brimmed with dreams of the future as she embraced him like a surge of passion and courage. She vowed to study hard and pass the university entrance exam.

“Smack!” The crisp, familiar sound made Ye Wudao instinctively recall his aunt’s chestnut knocks on his head. Seeing the boy grimace in pain, Ye Wudao was certain his aunt had gone easy on him.

“But… ever since I saw him once in France at five years old… I’ve liked him!” Tan Qiqi sobbed, lifting her face to meet Z’s tender but wounded gaze.

Su Yu frowned. From the sounds, she could already guess there were many enemies outside.

While waiting in the corridor to collect medicine from the doctor, she was nearly bumped by a patient emerging from inside.

Hearing Maki’s words, the Third Hokage remained composed, but his mind began to ponder the complexity of the situation.

These two were regarded as special individuals by those involved—not because they had encountered the Mirror People’s problems, but because their own histories were somewhat extraordinary.

***

Lu Yu’s anger surged uncontrollably. How did such a scoundrel end up as deputy director of the Poverty Alleviation Office? Clinging to someone powerful?

Gazing at the jars lined up on the counter behind Lin Mo, Hyuga Hizi felt an urge to smash them all.

Seven heads gathered closely—the entire Seventh Peak contingent except for Jun Han, including their master Zhou Qingtian, seven in total.

As the song ended, Han Ya approached Zhou Hao, leaning in to whisper softly beside his ear, her breath fragrant as orchids.

A mental shock pierced through the Biochemical Feathered Serpent’s eyes like a needle, drilling into its mind. The beast felt a sharp stab in its head, pain radiating to numb its entire body.

Though the Guanhu Beast could not see Mo Si’s eyes, it sensed the gaze and imagined a pair of burning hot eyes staring back.

Qu Ni, furious to the point of bitter laughter, sat back down silently, uttering not a word, merely waiting for the final outcome.

During this time, his cultivation had been unstable. In those two years beneath the Forbidden Abyss, he had failed to develop the second, third, or even fourth layers of primordial spirit.

At the thought, Wang Lu casually manipulated the sword bones within his body. Two hundred and seven sword bones rose, their tips just touching the outer wall of the spiritual root, colliding with the transparent membrane and sparking brilliantly.

Besides children’s clothes, she wanted to look at adult garments. Since entering this line of work, she often paid attention to the styles sold in various shops and what others wore.

“Annoying!” Li Meiqi laughed, playfully punching Claire Li’s chest. Claire Li responded by wrapping her arms around her.

There was no surprise—powerful as he was, having dominated a lifetime and deterring the lords of all sacred lands from challenging him, he was still no match for this boundless dark golden giant palm.

Where the forbidden descended, it was best not to wield swords lightly, for hidden in the misty rain above might lie certain taboos.

***

“Pretend all you want! You just…” Mo Shanshan had known Zhang Qian’s shamelessness inside out for years, especially since she hadn’t even used much force earlier.

Thinking of Lüyá clutching Lüzhu and crying desperately, she truly could not swallow this grievance.

Shen Yurong’s words struck home, silencing even the few doubters present.

If everyone were as reliable as him, wouldn’t production team cadres live several years longer?

“What’s the difference between this and selling myself?” Lin Chen could not accept such a feeling; it felt like betraying the natural order.

Concerned about flooding, they moved ahead, maintaining a distance of two to three days’ travel from the main force. By now, the time had come.

Not all cultivators could enter the Newcomer Rankings. The term ‘newcomer’ imposed age limits: Qi refining under twenty, Foundation Establishment under fifty, Golden Core under one hundred, Nascent Soul under two hundred.

She struggled to sit up and speak her thanks but found her throat tight and words stuck. She could only call out weakly twice and bowed to the elder in gratitude.

Upon falling to the ground, it became clear these puppets lacked offensive power. Instead, skilled artisans had installed movable mechanisms inside, allowing them to be controlled externally to perform simple actions.