Chapter 27: This Is a Truly Deadly Weapon

Master Pei finished speaking, let out a cold snort, and walked away. Lady Pei hurried after him, calling, “Wait for me.” Pei’s mother slumped into her chair as if her spirit had been drained. Pei Qiaonian ignored her and turned to Xu Yunzhuo, his expression calm. “It’s done. Let’s go.” Xu Yunzhuo was silent.

“Qiaonian…” Pei’s mother looked at Xu Yunzhuo, wanting to speak but hesitating. Pei Qiaonian took Xu Yunzhuo by the hand and left, refusing to give Pei’s mother a chance to say anything.

Yet they both knew well that the road ahead would be long. They would keep striving, constantly innovating and growing, fighting to realize their ideals and goals.

He indeed wanted to spend more time with Tan Xue’er, but the two had only just started seeing each other, and Tan Xue’er was now a public figure, which worried him.

The gentle Imperial Concubine lay prostrate upon the couch, weeping bitterly, tears streaming endlessly until her eyes were swollen. Lifting her head, she gazed at the fractured void, where once again multicolored clouds appeared. A beam of shimmering light poured down, illuminating Beidou, guiding him to ascend into another world.

Constantly pondering all the information he had recently gathered for the gang, he lamented that his foolish former self hadn’t even familiarized himself with the organization’s structure. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be troubled now.

Meanwhile, in the capital, at the Li family, since discovering the antiques left by his ancestors, Li Ming had begun to consider himself of royal blood.

Lu Xuan was puzzled—why did Liu Chiting want talisman paper? Though doubtful, he still waved his hand and handed over several dozen feet of paper.

Saying nothing, he folded the letter, making it neat and square, then tucked it perfectly into my collar. I nearly collapsed, breathing rapidly.

Her aura was different now—perhaps she possessed something that concealed her presence.

He hardly knew many people; Liu Chiting’s acquaintances among the third realm were few. He hadn’t seen Ji Changming or Ma Xiqing. Weren’t they supposed to attend the martial contest?

Arriving at the tent set up for the two, aside from a few empty beds, the place was barren. Still, compared to previous nights spent exposed to the elements, this was much better.

Looking at the other’s appearance, eight parts similar to his own, only differing in the long, loose black hair and those bewitching eyes glowing white. Otherwise, Long Teng might have believed the other was his twin brother. After all, they were remarkably alike.

“Hey, how did you come to know Grandfather Jun?” After leaving the hut, the two walked in silence until Xian Ling’er couldn’t help but ask Liu Yi.

Especially when listening closely to the lyrics, Sun Yifan and Xiao Yiqing were deeply moved, feeling the sincerity of their friend.

Yan Wei, realizing what was happening, rushed to Hong Wu and tightly embraced her. Hong Wu struggled free, then dashed to the window in one swift motion.

Liang Jiayi managed to force a smile. “I’ve always been punctual.” She took the tissue, dabbed her face and eyelids, then bowed her head to thank them.

Yue Yi hesitated, uncertain of the old man’s intentions, unclear what he meant by “performance.”

She felt her father, helping them, had become impressive before her classmates, making her the object of their envy.

The experiment results were promising. When Hong Zhenying and Hong Xingyuan fused, their combat power truly multiplied, but that was only a simplified, shallow effect.

Here, even with the Six Ding Secret Array guarding the cave, it was still hard to withstand the aftermath of celestial-level forces.

“I know. Next game, I’ll try again.” Jiang Haoran was dejected—he had miscalculated. He hadn’t realized Durant had his sights set on him, and with time left, he could have made a move. Maybe a dribble and a retreat, and the game would have been turned around.

But ahead, Chu Yingyi’s carriage remained utterly silent—the curtain hadn’t even moved, as if decisions had already been made to leave the capital.