Chapter 76: The Original's Demise (Double-Length Chapter)

“Haha, I never would have guessed. Why did you even learn something like that?” Xu Yunzhu truly hadn’t expected Pei Qiaonian to have studied this. Suddenly, she found his aloof, arrogant exterior rather endearing—there was something quite adorable about his true nature.

Pei Qiaonian simply looked at her expressionlessly as she laughed, utterly failing to understand what was so funny. He seemed to remember something then; his phoenix-like eyes narrowed slightly as he slowly drew closer. “Speaking of which, there’s something I need you to explain to me,” he said, his tone measured.

Captain Wu glanced at Lu Duo, knowing that since Lu was the main person in charge, decisions fell to him. Although technically their municipal bureau was outside Qin Miao’s jurisdiction, orders were orders and procedures had to be followed—Lu Duo needed to give his nod of approval.

Once everyone had left, Ye Yi lay on the ground, staring at the setting sun. His face was ashen, his eyes bloodshot and wild, giving him a look of utter madness.

“I do have many secrets, but most of them are impossible to duplicate, including my unique body.” The “positive review” system’s concealment was his greatest shield, one that had never been discovered.

The gatekeeper’s weathered voice rang in Yang Hao’s ears like the sacred chanting of monks, clearing the fog from his mind and bringing a sudden, crystalline clarity.

Ye Zheng’s omnipresent consciousness had long since noticed Qin Qiuqiu’s boredom as she waited for him to wake, whiling away her time by modifying every toy sword she’d brought into an explosive device—there were at least thirty or forty of them by now.

But what Ye Yi hadn’t expected was that just as he was about to use his martial insight to neutralize the deadly threat at his fingertips, the low-grade wind spiritual root that had been hidden within him and set him on the path of cultivation suddenly and inexplicably emerged.

Yang Hao gently stroked the trembling ice wolf spider, a softness flickering in his gaze. The creature, who usually loved to bicker with him, seemed to find comfort in his touch, its inner turmoil gradually subsiding.

The spiderweb-like network of rivers had brought immense convenience to the southern populace. While some still harbored suspicions about Gong Wuxie’s blood-red eyes—such as during the grand wedding, when trouble had been brewing—silver-tongued Yin Sha had managed to talk everyone down.

Doing this job, placing a bet, getting a taste of the Hong Kong experience—perhaps all of it was just fine, perfectly fine, my dear.

The others’ faces were filled with shock. In the surrounding mountains and forests, the monsters grew restless, letting out uneasy, furious roars. The altar hummed with a deep, resonant sound as golden energy surged forth, containing pure spiritual power.

Leng Yu nodded in sudden realization, but as soon as she did, the crimson doors swung open and Kangxi strode out, his face dark and thunderous.

“Remember, Murong Qingwu loves Nangong Rufeng.” That voice echoed once again in Qingwu’s dreams, lingering in her mind with striking vividness.

“Yes,” Li Daniu replied, his face full of confusion. He couldn’t understand why Huang Dan was so shocked—these were all rather common ores.

“So you blame me? How was I supposed to know that meant to turn?” Li Daniu protested, looking even more aggrieved than before.

With that, Li Daniu picked up the entire set of Rebirth Scythes, wielding one in each hand.

Truthfully, Cheng Yun had felt quite shy just a moment ago—after all, this was the first time she was cooking for a man.

Luo Xi paused at the entrance of Zhang Lian Tea House. Seeing the place still bustling as ever, she finally relaxed.

“A family man?” Qingfeng raised his eyebrows, his stunning features taking on an indescribable air.

Inside the room, candlelight flickered, casting the silhouettes of the Second Master and the Lady Xu into constant motion, but not a word was spoken.

“All right, I’ll be right there.” As soon as Chen Qiang called, Pei Junhao drove to the hotel himself.

Ever since his arrival, the man had repeatedly declared himself an Artificer. Ling Feng found it somewhat amusing—his discerning eye could tell at a glance that the man with the broom-like brows was hardly powerful in spiritual sense; even if he truly was an Artificer, his rank could not be high.