Chapter 40: Reap What You Sow
Seeing Jiang Guo’s impatient expression, Cui He offered a faint smile, though it was so subtle it would have been missed by any less observant eye.
Yang Hui was a woman with aspirations far exceeding her reach. Lacking both talent and beauty, she spent her days daydreaming about marrying into wealth, never pausing to consider if she possessed the capability or the fate for such a life. She had merely mentioned how well educated youth Mu had been caring for educated youth Su after their marriage, and Yang Hui had turned red with envy. At home, she did nothing but complain about Jiang Guo being lazy, or—
Subsequently, Ye Xuan transformed into a five-colored sword beam with Kong Ruo, flying rapidly into the depths of the Cloud Dream Great Marsh. They left behind several wandering cultivators of the Observation Realm, who stared in stunned silence at Ye Xuan’s beast-like physique as he faced the gale-force winds without flinching.
She darted left, then leaped gracefully to the right, light as a drifting swan and fluid as a swimming dragon. Her movements were enchanting, her voice melodic and stirring—a sight and sound beyond compare.
On the circular stage at the lowest level, a water-attribute mage leaped about, dodging the onslaught of a massive, ten-meter-tall ferocious beast.
Perhaps this is an emotion inherent to every man with a conscience. Even if nothing had actually happened elsewhere, the mere sight of a "branch extending over the garden wall" was enough to make a man feel uneasy when returning home to his partner.
"I stared at that piece of golden scale, and my eyes could hold nothing else. In that moment, I felt the whole world was mine—as long as I possessed that scale." The Dragon Ring’s tone no longer held greed, but one could easily imagine the madness and longing it had felt at the time.
After finishing off the Corpse-fied Jellyfish King, the old man’s massive dragon claw reverted into a withered, thin arm. His lone exposed eye darted around, as if searching for something.
I reached out to pull him up, but he tugged at the hem of my robe. I simply lay down as well, cheek to cheek with him.
I glared at Luoying with hatred. He must be the one who turned my sister into an apple and intended to abandon her. Otherwise, how could he have known the incantation? Yet, he had accomplished what even my brother’s nine hundred years of cultivation could not. Just how much hidden power did he possess?
Doctor Meng packed his medical kit, stood up, and walked to the cave entrance, following the soldiers outside. Before long, the two soldiers returned carrying a bamboo basket filled with fresh ingredients, though the quantity was meager—just enough to stave off hunger.
However, because the core of the new artifact-refining method relied on the internal world within the object, Zeng Shan, who had spent the previous two weeks brainstorming the method with Ye Xuan, was the first to notice the discrepancy in this zither and asked about it directly.
Ten thousand steeds galloped through Zhou Jiadong’s mind. He had assumed Jiang Yi wanted to crush him at gaming to make him swear off playing forever. He never expected that Jiang Yi had no such intention; the man’s hands were simply itchy, and he just wanted to play a few rounds.
After all, based on the information previously obtained from Yin Jiu regarding Alexander, it was truly impossible for him to have reached this level. That was why Qin Zhao had been so confident; he hadn't accounted for the massive support Alexander had behind him. The current situation left Qin Zhao feeling deeply awkward.
"The timing is just about right, Sister Fang. Since the news is already out, don't you think it’s time to release some of the details?" Zhou Bai sat in his chair and turned to ask Lin Chufang.
The living room, decorated with such warmth, was now completely devoid of any cozy atmosphere.
"Xiao Xiao, right? Don't you think you look like me?" Even the good-natured Lu Haoran began to joke. Indeed, the bridge of his nose was very similar to Xiao Xiao’s, and Xiao Xiao had always insisted he was her baby.
At that moment, Ao Lin gave a slight nod toward Zhao Mingchuan, and she did not return to her palanquin.
The culprit behind today’s events was none other than Kui Jie. Even if the Bitter Monk and Yun Juezi had harmed Luo Rou's body that day, was Luo Rou completely without fault in her own actions? Furthermore, Luo Rou had been dead for many years; even if Kui Jie wanted revenge, surely there was no need to wait until now?