Chapter 80: Driving the Mountains

After nearly an hour’s journey by car, the bustling city had faded into rolling hills and rivers of the outskirts. Shuiche Mountain, a hidden gem known only to a few, was so obscure that even the road leading up to it was barely marked on the map.

Chen Shian and Li Wanyin stepped out of the car, consulting their map as they groped their way along a rural path. In the distance, they could already glimpse the small mountain nestled within the folds of the countryside.

“Which way do we go up?” she wondered aloud.

“The road is found by asking,” he replied. “Let’s find a local villager for directions.”

She was growing impatient; having just returned to the capital, she was eager to learn why Lang Xi had yet to name an empress or hold the grand ceremony.

As the clock reached seven fifty-eight, a group of students gathered around a stove felt no trace of cold. Each held a phone, enthusiastically discussing the fate of the campus heartthrob.

Mo Xuan Ye’s expression was grim. The imperial physician had said that only drinking Liu Wanwan’s blood could help Liu Chuyue, yet even after drinking chicken blood, Liu Chuyue remained lively and unaffected.

All the necessary preparations had been completed. Yun Qian couldn’t remember the last time she had felt so relaxed; tonight, her mood seemed exceptionally good.

In recent times, he’d come to know Jun Yu well—a responsible and devoted man. If he truly had his heart set on Yun Ya, he would do anything to protect her.

Over the years, the names of those who could help the Lang family restore their legacy were etched deep into his memory.

“Go about your business as usual. The funds from the two investment groups under Xu’s conglomerate are more than enough for your needs,” Ye Fan said calmly.

Though she had met Amos only a few times, his appearance had left a vivid impression: golden hair and blue eyes were his trademarks, yet his features bore the essence of a native Chinese.

His abilities were clear and undeniable. If he so wished, whichever path he chose, he would have no equal.

Zhao Tiezhui watched Wen Wanting as he ate, scrutinizing her face. She didn’t look at all like someone who was ill.

There truly is no such thing as a free lunch. To obtain what one dreams of, something must be sacrificed.

Thus, riding alone, he would not kill Qin Tian; it would be best to find Li the Godslayer and join forces to defeat Qin Tian.

Chen Shuilian hurled a rock-hard bun at Feng Lin, striking him on the forehead like a bomb. Feng Lin dropped into the river like a kite with its string severed.

This taught Qin Tian a valuable lesson: the provincial capital was indeed the provincial capital—the true seat of power in the entire Haiyun Province.

“Yun’er, let me open the window for you and air out the smell!” Hu Dafan remembered that Sister Hua was sensitive to this odor; if she caught a whiff, it would be hard to explain.

As Jin Yuanbao and Yuan Tong both agreed to let trouble flow eastward, forcibly recruiting Master Tao Hua and the Special Task Force into the Dragon-Slaying Squad, the others had no objections.

In the grip of terror as he was surrounded by zombies, Awei managed to whip out his key in an instant, fit it into the chain lock binding Uncle Nine, and freed him in one swift, fluid motion.

Yet when we actually reached the construction site, under Daoist Lu’s careful observation, we found that the place was truly free of any problems.

“Not many, just two,” Ying Doudou replied honestly. Jiao Ziqian asked and she answered, granting every request except for the knife.

Hu Dafan twisted his body, once again pressing Sister Hua beneath him, his lips seeking the bashful beauty. Just as he was about to continue his affections, another thought interrupted him.

Elder Ke, clad in heavy armor, suddenly unleashed a halo of power, blasting the two beast cavalrymen before him—mounts and riders alike—clear off their feet.

Ye Fei let out a long breath when he saw Hua Xiong. Fortunately, Hua Xiong’s health points weren’t high; otherwise, this task would have been impossible. But that armor rating of eighty was absurd—if an ordinary player came, it would be nearly impossible to penetrate his defenses with their weapons.