36 Spiritual Eye

The old man glanced at the rakish Tianlong, a strange glint flashing in his cloudy eyes, but he said nothing.

The young master let out a scream, blood spraying from his mouth. He could not withstand the force; his body suddenly slumped as if crushed by Mount Tai. Unable to bear the immense pressure, he doubled over.

From a distance, Tang Tianfang appeared to be on quite good terms with Zhao Yunfeng, his hand resting casually on the man's shoulder.

Leaving the main chamber and returning to Jintong Courtyard, one could see the changes that had taken place over the past two or three years. The first courtyard remained largely the same; apart from the moss on the ground growing thicker and more resilient, the century-old parasol tree stood as lush as ever, shaking off the summer heat and casting a dense shadow over most of the training grounds.

Luo Yu did not even look up, focusing intently on the flowers in her hands. In the void behind her, the soul of the white-haired man knelt rigidly. His transparent spirit radiated a sorrowful, desperate grief.

After an all-night conversation, and with the imperial decree from the Emperor of Shangliang in Green Silk's possession, it was proven that the death of the Prince of Qi was not the work of the Emperor, but of someone else.

She glanced again at the IOU left on the coffee table. One, two, three... six zeros. Five million? Damn it, that’s daylight robbery!

When the two of them woke up in the middle of the night and looked out the window, they happened to see the courtyard full of night-blooming cereus in full, instantaneous bloom. It must have been a beautiful sight.

Walking to the center of the ruins, Luo Yu buried her past memories deep within her heart and collected herself. She clapped her hands, and two white shadows drifted before her.

Luo He and the other elders saw this but said nothing, seemingly tacitly approving of the Great Elder's actions. Only Luo Tianqing sneered inwardly, knowing full well that the servants who had overheard the matter would likely not survive the day.

He stepped forward and gripped her wrist with such force that he pulled her directly in front of him. Leaning down slightly, his narrowed eyes brewed with an irrefutable, intimidating pressure.

To support Lu Fei, they risked offending the Wu family—did they not realize how foolish they were being?

It was not until the horizon turned a pale, fish-belly white and the scorching sun chased away the darkness that someone from outside finally broke the silence that had filled the room.

As the redhead approached, he lifted his leg and struck the man’s knee with pinpoint accuracy, followed by a punch to the face. Every move was a strike at a vital point.

So many years had passed that she had almost forgotten she had once possessed a happy, complete family.

"Hehehe, that’s it! That’s the kind of vicious look you should have!" the other version of himself said, gripping Qian Lan’s fist tightly.

Because the cost of collecting eggs had risen, and the villagers who bought his chickens didn't care if he needed the eggs for hatching—selling to whoever offered the highest price—he stopped worrying about personal favors.

Yan Qi recalled that Chen Xichuan had also chosen to drink porridge during their late-night snack. Thinking back, Chen Xichuan drank porridge almost every morning; it was obvious to anyone with eyes what his preferences were.

"Got you!" Shang He exclaimed in surprise. He looked up, charged forward like an arrow, and unleashed all his inner energy in an attack against Wang Yang.

If Jiang Feng hadn't slipped Teacher Wei some benefits earlier, the man might not have spoken up for him.

The troubled youth refused to answer. He couldn't very well admit that he had been bullied, so he treated the target like his enemy, only to fail to hit it at all because someone bumped him, causing his arrow to go wide. It was a humiliating disgrace.

"Why has he come so late? Send him away. Tell him the Prince and Princess have retired for the night and are not receiving guests," Nangong Zhaoan replied directly.

She dismissed the matron, wondering whether to go to Yi Garden to pay her respects to the Old Madam and incidentally find the Fourth Master, or simply return to inform the Princess that the Fourth Master was at Yi Garden and that the Old Madam had business with them.

Lin Yan’s shout was heard not only by Leng Yingjun and his group but also by the other teams nearby, all of whom began running in that direction.

Xiao Fei turned the door handle, stepped into the editor-in-chief's office, walked a few paces to the desk, and stood there with a smile.

Since he was already able to stay here, Bai Xiusi was in no rush. After settling things with the butler, he sent the man away. It was only after seeing Bai Xiusi truly leave that Xiao Fei hurriedly called Sang Zhi. Sang Zhi was infuriatingly slow to pick up the phone.

Perhaps due to the resentment in Duke He’s heart, the Old Madam, who should have been buried in the ancestral tomb, was instead interred at a rural estate. Coincidentally, that estate was the very place where the Old Madam and the Old Duke had first met.

"Fine, I promise you. I’ll promise you anything." In the end, Shen Xia gave in. The secret from five years ago alone was enough to make her compromise.

There were still a few men sent by Yang Fei to maintain order, but now they had completely failed in their duties.

Hearing this, Lin Jiang Yi let out a low laugh. The others nearby hurriedly pretended not to hear; such secrets were not meant for the likes of them.

A loud shout startled the surrounding gossiping crowd and snapped Mo Yanye and Fang Hanshen out of their jealousy.

"And Baldy, could you try to be a bit more professional? Is a peach wood sword really your weapon of choice? Isn't that the trademark of those Taoist priests?!" Seeing the antique peach wood sword, Ye Xinghun slapped his forehead, looking utterly defeated.

Tong Ying had few sisters. Apart from Yuxiu, whom he had met the previous night, there was only one other sister remaining in Fengtian, though he heard she was in poor health.

"How can there be so many Light Clan warriors?" Zhang Cheng could not help but exclaim as he looked at the scene before him.

After Ling Feng and Wang Lie left the room, silence returned. Ye Xinghun closed his eyes, silently contemplating the plan for the Ming organization to take control of Donghai City.

Suxin nodded in understanding and was about to withdraw when she heard someone call out from outside, "Is the Third Young Lady in?" It was Yan Yun, the maid of Wanning.

The appearance of the Space-Time God was the greatest turning point in Li Badao’s life. If not for the Space-Time God, Li Badao would not exist today; there would only be a spineless Li Dao who had been murdered by others. That would have been an absolute certainty, yet everything had changed.

Old Master Xue’s room was naturally the best. In terms of lighting and decor, the bedroom was excellent. Furthermore, Gu Ming noticed that the bedsheets and other items were in the colors the old man was accustomed to, proving that Elder Ding had put great care into arranging the room.

Fang Ning returned, her expression even worse than before. When Shuning quietly asked what had happened, she only shook her head, stroked Enning’s hair, and said nothing.