Chapter 120: Just One Year Late
As the third week of September arrived, the air began to take on the subtle scent of autumn. The shift in temperature became noticeable at dawn and dusk, with daily lows of 21°C and highs of 31°C. In class, some of the girls had already started wearing an extra layer of long-sleeved school uniforms in the morning. Among them was Lin Mengqiu, who was particularly sensitive to the cold. She must have brought the long-sleeved uniform back from home over the weekend, as she began wearing both layers starting Monday morning.
Yang Qingmo handed Geng Shuhuai two lanterns: one was an octagonal lantern painted with a landscape of wandering clouds, elegant and dignified; the other was a rabbit lantern, playful and cute. Watching this strike, Mo Qingkong knew it wasn't aimed at him, yet he felt as if his own heart had been slashed. They were all among the first batch of students to return to the university entrance exam; they were naturally diligent in their studies, perhaps even a bit overly competitive. Geng Shuhuai was surprised; he had expected Wu Biao to defend that fellow Yang Qingmo, but to his shock, Wu Biao actually agreed with him.
Xun Yu would not have been surprised if ten or even a dozen prefects, magistrates, or even provincial governors had rebelled. For the moment he stepped into Shun Province, he was essentially sitting at a gambling table of life and death, and across from him sat Ye Fei. With 40 million US dollars deposited, the loss-making plan for this quarter had fallen into a fog; if Yan Jinyu messed with the projects again and secured more capital, President Yang would truly find nothing to be happy about. Just moments ago, Wu Di had been gravely injured and nearly taken prisoner, yet Mistress Wu showed no intention of saving him, revealing that their relationship was far from amicable. In this world, Feng Wuqing saw only her; her beauty was something he had to possess for the rest of his life.
After all, investing one billion into the stock market would inevitably attract attention, but Chen Chen was prepared to take the gamble. As time passed, his ambition only grew. Although everyone had prepared themselves mentally, when the scene actually appeared before them, they were utterly stunned, as if struck dumb. Inside the room, the Lin woman, who had been looking down to drink tea, raised her eyes and was filled with astonishment. She suddenly glanced at the Qiu woman beside her, her expression darkening instantly. Yet, under the gaze of everyone, she could not settle scores in public and had to beckon with a smile.
The Overseer Ning Zhongjun and the Assistant Overseer Yin Nan sat opposite each other, sipping tea and chatting; both were core leaders of the Jade Cauldron Sect. "Your Highness, why have you come? Are you going out to take care of business?" Murong Jixue asked quietly. Xu Shi received the bamboo scrolls in a flurry, but upon hearing this, he was terrified half to death, his voice trembling. "Greed—so be it." Feng Wuqing stared intensely at the tightly shut scroll on the altar; just now, had it moved? Although Jiang Feng could not control everything within his sea of consciousness, he could see clearly what happened before his soul.
The path of ability cultivation was, in essence, quite simple: increase intensity, develop applications, and strengthen control. Most abilities were trained along these three directions, from which various specific traits were derived, such as release rate, cooldown reduction, and range. Ye Wan did not look at Mu Yuanche, her gaze fixed instead on Xia Yinyue, calm yet tinged with a deep, encroaching darkness. Though Ye Wan’s appearance was not the most stunning, adorned in a jade crown and a seven-colored gossamer robe, the coldness between her brows gave one a sense of humble reverence, as if standing before a towering mountain. Of course, she was well aware that their allegiance was not to her, nor to Situ Jingliang, but to the Situ family and to the eldest son who had passed away—their older brother.
With a soft puff, blood splattered his face; he was shocked by Jin Bei'er’s sudden action. Yet he did not let her go; instead, he had someone bring the car around and placed her inside. "My respects to the Prince, our Marquis's mansion has no such person as a second mistress," the Liu woman replied to Xuan Yuanqing with a indifferent expression.
The next morning, while deep in sleep, he was awakened by an urgent bugle call. Looking up, he saw it was still dark outside, and Zhengde and the others were already feeding the horses and eating. Bai Tao, who had not gone far, heard his disciples' discussion and felt a sense of satisfaction; he loved their character of "not being arrogant in victory or discouraged in defeat." Master Ling’s expression also froze for a moment; had the undead summon, capable of such a powerful absolute-space technique, really been taken out by him so easily?
Ye Wan had long known of Baili Yanchi's prowess and should have anticipated that the consorts of the Great Xia harem would appear in full regalia to intimidate her. That was precisely why she stood in the palace in a snow-white dress, graceful and elegant; surrounded by the vibrant flowers, she appeared all the more refined and noble. Qing Ying clenched her fists at her sides, glaring fiercely at Steward Wang and He Tiancai, who was mounted on his horse.
Long Teng’s long hair flew, his golden battle robe rustling in the wind. He felt the innate solar flames condensing into a killing blow all around him, but he paid it little mind. He continued to shield his left hand with his right, observing the infant-like array spirit through his Primordial Star Eyes. Huang Dao opened his mouth, but the words were stuck in his throat, unable to escape. Having lost the levitation effect from his skill, he fell headlong, yet his mind was occupied with another thought—the timing of death.
What was going on? Yang Yu was utterly baffled, as his master, the Original Dao Ancestor, had never mentioned such a situation, and even Mr. Lu had said nothing. Lang Xiaotian’s entire body surged with blazing light; at that moment, he raised his head and roared, and a massive, snow-white wolf phantom appeared. This scene was so unreal that even Gong Lingyu doubted herself—wondering if she had yet to wake up, and if what she was experiencing was merely a dream. Heaven's Day—what kind of genius must the factory director be to use such a name? Could the director's name actually be Zhao Ritian?