Chapter Forty-Five: Caught in the Act

Zheng Weiwei pulled Yan Xuan from shop to shop, never once imagining he was buying clothes for her. She smiled and asked quietly, "Yan, are you buying these for your girlfriend?"

"Yes," he replied.

"Do you know her size?"

There was silence.

Though Qu Tuchong was not a politician, he understood that the fall of Chang’an could spell disaster for the royal family. If he were the one sitting upon the throne, he’d sooner let the Turks invade the central plains and slaughter thousands, rather than tolerate the loss of Chang’an.

Song Tianyao grinned and said, "Boss, the property prices on Taiping Mountain are so high. Is your villa big enough for everyone?"

But at that moment, Su Tong had finished her call. She tossed her phone onto the sofa and yanked his ear.

Yang Zhen’s pupils contracted—he hadn’t expected, upon arriving in this chaotic future, to meet familiar faces. Apart from Grandmaster Tai Yi, there was also Xu Miaofa.

Niuniu turned and saw the darkness looming ever closer—just a breath or two, and it would swallow them whole.

Yet all the power was absorbed into his body, awakening the mighty blood tiger and an immense, potent lineage.

This place was like the vast ocean of nature, a paradise of greenery untouched by civilization, where few ever set foot. Everywhere lay layered or dense barriers, looking as though someone could hide behind any of them.

Binding Du Jinshan was the formidable artifact, the Shadowbane Cord. It had been forged by soaking the Wraith Stone in the legendary Shadow Spring for eighty-one years, combined with formations that trapped nine hundred and ninety-nine wraiths from ten directions, then refined with ghostly fire, resulting in this invisible cord.

Ye Chen and the Nether General arrived outside Angel City, accompanied by many who had come for the spectacle, all eager to see whether the now-famous Gu Chenhuang could defeat the Nether General in one stroke.

The Datong Sword Technique—Broken Sword Form! Zhou Cheng, now mastering two great arts, was no longer the rookie assassin he once was. Even in this abnormal martial world, he was confident he could match swords with the strongest.

To abandon one’s parents and husband—that might be understood. But to abandon one’s own child? That’s beyond what any human could bear.

Mo Fan suddenly hurled him skyward, and what happened next revealed to everyone that the Ten Direction Emperor, Ren Mo Fan, was not one to obey meekly.

The subway was crowded, as expected on a weekend afternoon—a popular time for people to relax. Fortunately, underground trains rarely suffered from delays.

"My place isn’t enough. I need all the adults. Not only do I have this restaurant, but I also run a farm that needs strong workers. If you can bring people, I’ll give you a hundred yuan as a referral fee," Zhang Donghai said.

But when he broke off a piece of burdock, examined its texture, sniffed it, and tasted it, he could no longer remain calm.

Meng Fan laughed heartily and said, "It’s all because our village folk are good, blessed by the gods. Enough daydreaming—let’s head back." Yang Baixue had no answer; she didn’t know how vital the Spirit Gathering Array was to Meng Fan, assuming it was some scientific method.

To travel the world, people often mean the nine provinces: Jizhou, Yanzhou, Qingzhou, Xuzhou, Yangzhou, Jingzhou, Yuzhou, Yongzhou, and Liangzhou—collectively called the Nine Provinces, the realm of Huaxia.

"It’s late. Stop chatting and go to bed. Tomorrow, Hanhan will surely take Meng Fan out again, so rest early," Yang Xue’e said, carrying Du Han into the bedroom.

Love and hate intertwined, leaving his mind in turmoil. He stepped into the courtyard, gazing toward distant mist-shrouded peaks, his heart filled with melancholy.