Volume One, Chapter 74: Mischievous Children Need Plenty of Guidance

Naturally, Father Fang had no intention of actually disciplining his son over such a trivial matter. He casually picked up his headset and addressed his game assistant, “Open the guild page.” Having used Twin Stars for some time, Father Fang’s assistant had also reached a high level.

The sensory point in his mind that had clearly marked Zhang Jiao’s position suddenly grew blurry.

“Future, it’s up to you now,” Lin Chong said, clapping Future on the shoulder. In this situation, Lin Chong certainly had the power to seal off the area, but what did it matter to him? It was GUYS who had failed to manage their timing, and the toxin spreading out wasn’t all that much—at most, it would pollute the surrounding few kilometers.

On the expansive stage, a long table was set out in simple order, with nameplates and teacups all arranged neatly. After completing their tasks, the student council members stood before the president.

Yuan Shuo had just led the other person to a secluded spot and knocked him out directly; Wan Qi had called Yuan Shuo afterward, and the person on the other end was that mysterious Archer of the Sun. Because of Yuan Shuo’s private motives, Wan Qi’s call was classified on his phone.

This phrase was the perfect evaluation of Zhang Zhiping’s current state as a cloned stand-in. With the heart of a celestial, he wielded the divine sword, his expression lofty and detached, able to see through the very laws of heaven and earth and sense the flow of Zhang Xu Sheng’s aura within. If he could sever that aura, he could deal a devastating blow.

The mist instinctively rose, following the bones up toward the tips of the wings. Before Wan Qi’s very eyes, he saw a new membrane faintly forming between the bones.

He was about to walk over when Lü Song’s sword pressed against his throat, and the two faced off in a tense standoff.

After leaving Zhang Zhiping, she naturally didn’t neglect to examine herself. In fact, not only did she repeatedly use the Moon God Sect’s secret arts to check, she also employed many of the Immortal Alliance’s arcane treasures and techniques. Yet, she still found nothing amiss.

With great curiosity, Bo Qinghuan stepped inside, only to see a familiar figure, back turned, making up the bed. On the table, a light and appetizing late-night meal was set out, steam still rising from the dishes.

“Hey, System, what’s going on? How did I get so many Style Points?” Looking at the ten thousand Style Points displayed, Ye Hao was astonished. He hadn’t done anything special, yet he’d earned all these points?

At this critical moment, as Zhou Luo’s core consciousness was gradually weakening, barely able to withstand the combined assault of the other three, suddenly, in that instant where he mustered all his strength and gained the upper hand, Zhou Luo forced his fingers to trace a mysterious sigil in the void and unexpectedly spoke aloud.

On one hand, Uncle Li had spent half his life with the Gu family and had grown close to his father and the others, so it would be inconvenient to bring him along. On the other hand, he had a number of men under his command, all reliable and capable.

“Let’s see what color it is,” Ye Hao handed the bottle of Banlangen to Giant Gong, telling him to check what color the herbal medicine really was.

Lin Jianming was in high spirits and had no interest in working with the rank-and-file employees any longer. He strode out of the workshop with his head held high, cigarette in hand, strolling around the factory grounds as if patrolling his domain.

The boss had confided such a secret to you—if you didn’t align yourself with him, you’d be courting death.

Lin Lan blow-dried her hair, opened the perfume that Meng Tian had bought for her, dabbed a little on her wrist and neck, and found the scent truly delightful.

Yang Yibu, in order to avoid being hunted across the land by the Eighteen Paths, couldn’t afford to refine Zhu Pansan’s Nascent Soul into a pill just yet.

“After all, I’m already married. I’m now a member of the Zhou family and can’t keep relying on the Ye family, so…” Ye Ziyu paused, a little embarrassed, and smiled sheepishly.

“You’ve thought of everything. I was just getting hungry,” Dongfang Xinyu said at last, smiling as he rolled up his sleeves and started on the porridge without further ado.

The Empress was already making her way toward the Pepper Hall when the Emperor, struck by a sudden thought, turned back. The gathered attendants quickly bowed their heads, tense and respectful.

Judging by his intention, it seemed he wanted them to stay as well. As for what would happen to everyone else, Xiong Chumo didn’t ask further, but she was confident that Bai Jianfei’s people would not cause any more trouble this time.

In the kitchen, only Lady Ye Zhang was busy. Ye Qinghuang tried to help, but her mother-in-law waved her off, so she simply stayed to keep her company.

He believed the court would not remain indecisive forever—after all, the northern frontier was still awaiting a response—but such things were better left unsaid.

Tax matters in this period were handled collectively, and he paid it no mind; each year he simply handed over the required amount to the post or the local authority, and that was that.

Such a child was not bad, just ignorant. If you didn’t teach him and only scolded him, how could he possibly understand why you were angry?

But now things were as they were. He realized how difficult it was to find water in this desert; he’d searched alone for so long to no avail, and his physical condition was worsening. Staying with Xiong Chumo could only be a burden.

Beneath the statue lay a vast, flat stone. A seductive wind from the depths of darkness swept across, easily brushing away the thick layer of dust and revealing a surface with a faint bronze sheen.