083. Hoisted by One’s Own Petard

After being apart for so long, Shen Yunyou seemed to have forgotten how to interact with this man. She wanted to ask, against her own heart, whether he had truly been well these past years. But when she recalled all the things she had brought upon him, those words were forcibly swallowed back down.

Lu Qingyu, observing the aura surrounding Shen Feng, could tell he had already entered the Ninth Level of the Nether Immortal realm. Thinking of how swiftly Shen Feng had progressed in his cultivation, he felt a deep sense of gratification.

A crisp sound rang out as Shen Feng’s right hand merely brushed the Spear of Ghostly Fate, which instantly erupted with a burst of force, knocking his hand aside.

Dongli shifted her body slowly and with great effort, wriggling away like a fat larva. She turned her head to glance at what had been pressing against her, only to see a patch of earth-stained, gray-black wall. Neglected for years, the coarse mud beneath the plaster was already exposed.

Although this wasn’t a luxury villa open solely to the wealthy or powerful, it was far from an ordinary residence. The safety of its inhabitants and their property was given utmost protection. There was no reason for Yu Bingsheng to be so nervous, unless something had truly happened.

A kaleidoscope of expressions flickered across Dai Li’s face. If this was truly the case, it would be a grave mistake on his part. He had never anticipated that a minor oversight would lead to such dire trouble.

“Mo Mo is still as outstanding as ever; her grades are always so good!” Liang Huahua said with admiration. She had always envied Su Momo’s diligence and persistence, but could never emulate it herself.

“Congratulations, cousin! I’m tired today, so I’ll turn in first.” With that, Shi Zichen rose, unwilling to witness such a dazzling scene any longer, and headed straight for the bedroom.

Confronted by the overbearing Chen Hao, Chen Gong, as a father, was taken aback. He had never seen this side of his son before.

Though he usually appeared to be at the Ninth Level of the Nether Immortal, when the time came to battle Shen Feng, he abruptly overcame the Carefree Calamity and stepped into the Void Immortal realm, his cultivation soaring.

Thus, from the very moment Mo Yihan set eyes on Li Luowei, his defeat was already sealed.

Back then, he betrayed his brothers to escape; if those ruthless men ever found out, he could not even guarantee he would live to see the next sunrise.

Chen Nian was momentarily stunned, her eyebrows arching in anger before she remembered Feng Junyang’s words. Forcing herself to smooth her expression, her round face cycled through several emotions in rapid succession.

“Grandfather!” Ever since Han Chong entered, his exchanges with Liu Guang had been veiled barbs, trading words back and forth. Although Fu Xuejiao stood by their side, she could not get a word in edgewise.

“What should we do then?” Chen Nian turned to ask, her eyes red, tear tracks still visible on her cheeks. Her voice was muffled and hoarse from crying; anyone could tell at a glance. She was determined not to lose face in front of the Daoist priest Chaoyangzi.

Yet Su Lan’s driving was always calm and composed, never a misstep. No wonder—the city’s traffic jams were notorious, and only real skill could conquer them.

After the union of their bodies, everything changed. Now, Zhao Yuhuan, sometimes consciously, sometimes not, had come to regard 613 as her second home.

“Assistant, I—I didn’t know things would turn out like this. I beg you, please help me. I really know I was wrong. I just wanted to play a trick on her, nothing more. I never thought it would become so serious. Please, I beg you, help me, please help me,” the receptionist pleaded.

Li Luowei neither knew nor cared; she only wanted to keep running, never stopping, never slacking, as if breaking free from a cage, escaping all restraints, until she could finally throw herself into the embrace of the sun hanging above the sea.

In a Western restaurant, the softly flowing music added warmth to the tranquil space.

Snow White was also mobilizing urgently. Soon, Prince Charming’s reinforcements arrived in the Kingdom of Saxony. After three days of rest, they marched in grand array toward Yang Yi’s Rock County. Neither side dared underestimate the coming battle—no one wished to lose. Yang Yi, ever cautious, chose to set the battlefield at the castle of Knight Lev.

The grass was shallow, hugging the earth, and it was clear the soil beneath was thin, with layers of rock and dense roots below. Even as the horses galloped swiftly and powerfully, they left barely a trace of hoofprints.

“So, even as a mere Genin, he could open the inner gates of the Eight Gates Release and perform the Lotus in the Inner Lotus Formation,” Kakashi remarked.

Forming a seal with his hands, lightning bolts appeared one after another and struck toward Hai Ying. Yet Hai Ying was exceptionally agile; each time a bolt landed nearby, it would shift ever so slightly, evading the strike without any superfluous movement.

Lin Xuan: “…” He didn’t want this name, but it hardly mattered now. He wouldn’t bother changing it—so be it. Then, after a moment’s thought, he created an avatar for himself: a simple, circular profile picture with just one word inside—“Name.”

The whole world was watching, waiting for them to make a move. If they acted, it would be tantamount to declaring before all that the Avengers stood above national law.