Chapter 137: A Truly Chance Encounter

“If you want to terminate the contract, you’ll have to face a sky-high penalty. According to the terms, you’ll have to pay us at least double,” President Chen said flatly, no longer wearing his earlier amiable, anxious expression. “Have you really thought this through?”

Li Wanbai glanced at the amount President Chen had handed her and said slowly, “Not yet.”

In truth, she had thought it through—until she saw all those zeros and instantly developed a fear of large numbers.

The contract was for five years.

At that moment, the Bloodmist Spider King charged out once more, its body now far larger than before.

The hammer was made entirely of wood. Its handle was exceptionally long, while the head was also sizable, the two sections divided in roughly a one-to-five ratio.

When she had been in the mortal world, she could simply lift her head and see flying geese circling beneath banks of splendid clouds. In her heart, at least, the beauty of the human world surpassed that of this unknown celestial palace by a thousand—or even ten thousand—times.

The Baldtail was sleeping in the grass, recuperating from its injuries, when Blackcurl rammed into it. Angered, it started a fight, but before long its temper dissolved into laughter. The two brothers hugged one another in the grass, poking their heads out to offer critical commentary on the lioness, their lecherous hearts still very much alive.

“As long as you don’t mind,” Yu Mo said with a slight curl of his lips. He casually gestured to the bodyguards, and the four men immediately withdrew from the room.

After Xun Lang arrived beneath Junwan’s building, he sent her a message. Less than two minutes later, she got into the car, bundled up so thoroughly in a mask and hat that the scene looked practically like someone climbing into a getaway vehicle.

“No, that’s impossible—absolutely impossible! How could a pauper, a useless good-for-nothing, have ten million? He must be lying to us!” Zhao Xuan felt as though the entire worldview in his mind had collapsed.

The night was silent and still. After patrolling the borders, Manchester United’s two male lions rested beneath a tree, sleeping soundly and wholly unaware of the danger that had crept silently toward them.

Junwan had heard the conversation between the two men just now. One had to admit, this husband and wife were genuinely good people, pure and simple—only they had never been granted a happy ending.

Seeing this, Shi Yao and Shui Yue immediately dodged with nimble movements. Sure enough, someone was inside, and traps had been laid.

Only then did everyone begin to understand. The wood shavings at the entrance might not have been remnants left behind by years of decay at all. Perhaps they had been deliberately prepared by those who came before to support the enormous stone. They had simply been crushed beneath its weight because they could not bear the strain.

Shi Yao identified Meng Cheng’s level of cultivation at a glance. The moment she finished speaking, she saw Meng Cheng’s expression grow distinctly unpleasant.

Even if all the imperial physicians were combined, not one of them dared to lay a hand on him—not even the renowned physician Du Zhong.

She looked him over. Today he wore a vermilion robe of Shu brocade and silk, its collar as white as snow. A long flute rested in his hand, and he wore a smile at the corner of his lips, looking impossibly handsome and carefree.

Mouse nodded, then brought the stick down on Du Junkai’s head. Blood poured down in a rush. I could not help drawing a sharp breath, and I was not the only one; in the eyes of the others, I seemed to glimpse the same unmistakable trace of fear.

The pain of losing her loved one swept over all her remaining awareness in an instant. Her entire body stiffened, rigid as a living corpse that had been stripped of its spirit.

Hearing this, the old man shook his head helplessly. Xing Qianyue was the vice president of Starry Sky Academy, with formidable strength. If he personally led the team this time, he would place immense pressure on the other three academies as well.

At that, the Flame-Sun Bird once again beat its wings with tremendous force, whipping up gale after gale. Countless giant trees were torn from the earth and hurled toward Cui Yue and his companions like a violent storm of pear blossoms.

High above the competition platform, the two men stood facing one another. Yin and yang harmonized within Xiao Yan as his source energy surged, while nine golden lotuses blossomed around Mu Yuyang. Their two auras repeatedly clashed in explosive bursts, yet neither could do anything to the other.

“Li’er, don’t make a scene,” Shan Liyan said as gently as he could.

Jiang Li immediately straightened her back like an exemplary student.