Chapter Sixty-three: The Climbing Ivy

Qin An’s expression hardened, and he gave Ma Wu a meaningful look. Ma Wu smiled and asked, “What? Is it not allowed?” Qin An also smiled, saying, “Of course it is. However, Mr. Ma Wu, after you leave, please try not to reveal any internal information.” Ma Wu nodded and replied, “Naturally.”

Although Zhu Yuanzhang had already been emperor for six years, once he donned his armor, he had to act the part. By now, the sun had fully risen over the eastern mountains, and the morning mist on the ground had almost completely dissipated.

For some reason, though there was little interaction between them, he felt as if Qiao Wanyue and Wei Cheng had grown closer. Even now, her every gesture carried a unique charm; even when angry, this beauty’s sulking seemed to flirt and tease.

The King of Strength possessed immense might, but speed was his weakness. Let alone the moonstep, which allowed one to soar through the air—even the shave and gale techniques seemed beyond his reach.

Zhang Zhao was still unsatisfied, forced to wipe the oil from his mouth with his hand, his lips glistening.

Madam Dong’s face drained of color and her whole body trembled as tears streamed down her cheeks. Her mother-in-law had just defended her, stopping her grandmother and husband from casting her out—what had she done wrong for her mother-in-law to change her mind so abruptly?

There was no need to climb to a height or ask anyone; by the layout of the buildings alone, Li Wangyi could tell where the city lord’s great hall was located.

Such matters were entirely at the whim of the higher-ups; with Xu Xiang’s connections, there would be no obstacles.

Brother Sun had also taken her achievements back to his own territory in Shuxian, or perhaps to Wu Commandery, to promote them widely.

Even now, with a five-to-one advantage, they held overwhelming power, yet none of them felt certain of victory. As they drew closer, this unease only intensified.

She had believed herself strong enough. Since that night, she had tried not to think of those things. But the calm façade shattered when she heard the truth from Tongtong’s lips again, bringing with it a flood of desolation and sorrow.

“Go to this place.” Ning Fuchen took out the Spirit-Seeking Token, showing her where the Soul Pearl had reacted.

He actually managed to revive the stifling atmosphere in an instant! Instead, it almost gave the scene an oddly entertaining effect.

“Phew! That was close!” Zhang De dabbed the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief. That counterattack had been spectacular, but also dangerously risky—he’d been nervous for his grandson the whole time.

Lu Feng was not at all surprised to see Li Jing’er here. Knowing her dedication to her work, she would never let go of any opportunity to search.

Whenever I think of the things my mother said to me before she died, the look in her eyes, and the attitude she always had toward me—plus the neighbors’ constant gossip—it makes every pore in my body bristle.

A slow, unhurried voice sounded, causing Jiang Beibei on the other end of the phone to pause, then smile.

“Linda, what happened? Why did you leave like that?” She simply couldn’t understand why Linda resigned.

Moreover, how could one sing of the crucial era of the Three Kingdoms—and do it with grandeur?

Minute by minute, time passed. Sheng Lan felt the egg growing colder and colder, and her heart sank with it.

It must be said, everyone who entered here carried a good amount of spirit stones, and nearly all present hailed from the various families and sects of the Eastern Mountain Immortal Realm—there were hardly any unaffiliated cultivators.

Beneath the Shen Building, seeing Liu Ruxuan finally let go—not so fixated on winning or losing, or why Shen Yixuan had forgotten her, but bravely accepting Ye Min’s challenge—Jincheng realized there was no true victory or defeat. There was only the challenge of self. If you give your all, then you are the victor.