Volume 1, Chapter 22: She Truly Is a Lucky Charm

The Marquis of Pingyang’s residence, which had been silent for many days, was once again bustling with noise and excitement.

Ling Xuan donned a bright red dress embroidered with peonies, flitting through the inner quarters like a colorful butterfly. Bound by custom, she had only been permitted to wear a peach-red bridal dress embroidered with peonies when she married, entering the Marquis's estate through a side gate in a sedan chair. For the past three years, despite Su Ziwen’s deep affection, she had never been able to wear anything of true red, nor even adorn herself with jewelry inlaid with rubies or red agate. Now, she could finally hold her head high.

Within a few days, the attitude of the entire Su household toward her had returned to what it once was. The servants were even more respectful than before, and the Old Madam’s demeanor had shifted from mere kindness to a formal, polite distance.

"Ask the Buddha to pass judgment? The Buddha sits inside the grand hall, cast of copper and iron; how could he possibly pass judgment?!" the monk-supervisor demanded angrily.

Li Tianyou ignored the bickering among the envoys and looked toward Mu Jianzhi, the Envoy of Wood, who was muttering incantations.

Lin Mianmian remained silent. Hearing the steady rhythm of her breathing, he shifted his body, finding the pain had lessened. He slowly withdrew his arm and pulled the quilt over her. In the darkness, he listened to the sound of her breath.

The first person on the right was an unkempt old man with messy hair, clutching a large wine flagon in his hand.

Hua Qingyi looked at the sleeping Xie Nianyi, finally feeling a weight lift from his heart. That Xie Nianyi could sleep meant he had truly let go and moved on. Hua Qingyi tucked him in, quietly exited the room, and pulled the door shut behind him before leaving.

Ma the Philanthropist screamed for help, only to wake up suddenly, feeling as though golden lamps were flickering before his eyes. It had been nothing but a nightmare.

Ai Xiang’er found the man’s coldness to be sharper than the winter chill. It reminded her of Su Ruoyan, whom they had seen at the West Lake pavilion, though this man possessed a cold arrogance, a disdain for all things.

The scroll recorded events from the Edge of the World City to the Extreme Realm beyond the heavens, but it contained no record of the Heartless Island overseas or the study of the Wine God’s arts; those places were too distant and mysterious, and at the time, Li Tianyou’s strength had not been enough for the Fortune Mountain Villa to expend such effort in investigating.

The man before them, named Li Fu, lived up to his name—he was indeed "blessed" with a massive, protruding belly. The students of Elite Class One even doubted whether he could still write on the blackboard, wondering if he might be bounced away by his own stomach mid-sentence.

"Enough. Bring your daoist companions and come to the cabin." Li Mo was essentially immune to Zhao Afu’s sycophancy. Hearing it didn't make him feel refreshed; instead, it only annoyed him.

As for Shi Ling, he was in the midst of a duel with Yao Qian and could not afford a moment of carelessness. Even though he heard Jun Yan’s voice, he did not distract himself to look, throwing his entire focus into the battle.

Ji Lingsheng’s expression remained calm. The archer surnamed Ma assumed that because Ji Lingsheng had not shown anger when he had supposedly abandoned his wife and children, he would certainly not take this fabricated charge to heart. The honest, stout man offered Ji Lingsheng an apologetic smile, which made it even harder for Ji Lingsheng to muster any rage.

Lost in his own thoughts, Wan Lian arrived at Jun Yan’s side. Under the latter’s puzzled gaze, he whispered something. Due to the angle and the deliberate use of voice transmission to conceal his words, Wan Dou and the others below could neither hear the sound nor read his lips.

Ignoring it, Jun Yan began searching for the others under the glow of the spirit flame. He paced the area, found no one, and then chose a direction at random to proceed.

The Moon Emperor dimmed the light in his eyes, scratched his head, and responded in a somewhat vague tone.

However, he was sworn brothers with Sun Ce, and the foundation of the Wu Kingdom had been built by the two of them together with a group of veteran officials.

Seeing Nangong Hao seated properly on his prayer mat with his eyes closed, the old Daoist Camel silently laid out the animal-skin sheet he had brought near the wall. Finding it uncomfortable, he ran out to fetch his bed.

Now that the Beast King and his companion had fought a great battle on the Path of Transcendence, the people on that path would likely quiet down.

Everyone sat in silence, their hearts heavy with frustration. Although their plan had been meticulous and clever, they had fallen short at the final hurdle.

At this moment, over a dozen sports cars, each worth over ten million, were parked outside the East District Police Station.

Junxiu was indeed a frequent subject of the Korean media. Every move he made was published, giving him a feeling of being under constant surveillance—a sensation he found deeply unpleasant.

Bei Long did not doubt the audacity of Iron Eagle’s claims. Even if Iron Eagle were boasting, it would be difficult for anything in the capital of Java to escape his notice.

Perhaps he had watched too many movies; regardless of where he found the courage, one of the young men immediately reached for his waist, attempting a counterattack. But before he could draw his gun, the masked men opened fire without hesitation.

Such a cutting-edge digital product—that the other party was willing to show him the prototype in advance was a sign of genuine sincerity. Thus, he had come today.

If the servants didn't follow orders, why weren't they punished? With clear rewards and punishments, how could there be any instances of disobedience?

"How did you find the time to come over today?" Watching the chicken stir-fry until golden, adding various spices, and finally tossing the taro into the pot with water before covering it, Ye Mu asked.

As he spoke, he signaled to the guards at the corners of the room and outside the door. The guards approached unobtrusively, ushering Old Master Gu and Master Gu out of the bank.

Upon reaching the airport, Ye Mu returned the rental car and hurried into the terminal.

As the attendant retreated to the threshold and turned to step over it, the First Prince suddenly flew into a kick from behind, sending the attendant tumbling away.

The mysterious space shook violently, and the spiritual energy within it rapidly dissipated, continuing for nearly ten breaths before it finally subsided.

However, the great battle before them seemed impossible to stop. Her only option was to wait until the opponent’s strength was exhausted before moving in to control the situation.

Qiong Ling, having broken the sound barrier, had his hair streaming in all directions. Within a white sonic boom cloud, a thunderous roar echoed like a peal of thunder. A crater ten meters deep was blasted into the grassland. Qiong Ling performed a low-altitude flying kick, sending grass and mud flying into the sky wherever he passed.

This was Walter’s tent, where Walter worked, and Borcha stood directly in front of him.

After they boarded the vehicle, Gu Zuocheng sat with Li Wuyou, and Ye Chenfeng sat with Su Jinru behind them.

Having only just arrived at the academy today, he had discovered a passage that no one had found in thousands of years. Moreover, no one had ever heard of so many demons and ghosts here. Now, this young man had discovered them all at once. Seeing so many monsters, what was to be done?