Chapter 49: Ye Tian's Return

Lu Yun transferred everything usable from Xiao Xin’er’s account to Li Qi’s, ensuring Li Qi had access to as much as possible. Glancing at the encroaching mist, Qin Xiao’s eyelid twitched; he spun around and rushed straight to his own room. Chang Ji, feeling the dampness of his chef’s uniform from the injections, paused only for a moment before pulling Chang Jue into a tight embrace.

Yet even so, their pace proved too slow. Beneath the blazing Mirage Dragon’s belly, a dazzling fire erupted, though its roar seemed muted; the deafening crash of ocean waves made the explosion sound feeble by comparison. Enduring the discomfort of bloating, he slowly made his way to the window and peered outside.

Wang Ying grew more and more irritable, finally tossing the mirror aside and collapsing on the bed, drifting into a hazy sleep. “I have a recommendation slot for Song Ling Kindergarten—free tuition, all specialty courses included. Consider it a return gift for your poetic ginkgo hospitality. What do you think, Chef?” Song Min deliberately glanced at Chang Jue as she spoke.

Checking her watch, Tang Tang noticed it was already twelve fifteen in the morning. Sometimes Wang Yang went out at night; with no job, his days were spent at home with the child, so Tang Tang didn’t object. Now, anything related to Zhou Yunyan was magnified infinitely in Tang Tang’s mind. She hadn’t expected to encounter them, but now, it felt like a delightful surprise.

“But you can’t deny you silenced your victims! Sneaking in at midnight, home invasion, nearly driving me insane—that was your doing, wasn’t it?” Zhu Yunlong shouted. “That sounds exaggerated. How could anyone withstand our Western firearms?” German Envoy Haasenhauer laughed.

Time slipped away, minute by minute; many hostages met their tragic end under the terrorists’ guns.

“It’s best we leave now. If the Demon King returns and we lack Senior Gongsun’s token, we’ll die here,” a man said. Hearing Cheng Cheng’s confession, Officer Ming nearly burst out laughing. He held back, maintaining a solemn demeanor—any hint of amusement would damage his imposing image.

Within the capital, the gray sky began to brighten; the rain had ceased, clouds drifted apart, and warm sunlight streamed onto the damp earth, filling the land with the scent of soil.

“I’m asking what illness you have,” Wei Renwu repeated his baffling question. For someone like He Xuan, a hot-blooded youth, such situations were even rarer. The original owner’s obsession surged, affecting his control of the body, making his movements less agile.

“You found me in the eleventh battle zone? Your surveillance is that wide? What about the first zone?” Ye Qingmian asked. She believed it was a dream—a long, endless dream in which her people, subordinates, and friends perished. Yet upon waking, reality was the opposite.

The middle-aged man’s face changed; he sensed nothing, feeling mocked. His eyes turned murderous as he looked at the guard before him. “Captain, what is this thing?” Wang Mazi asked, staring at the bead still wedged in the pincers.

They weren’t far, so after several dozen steps, they reached their target—a row of stone stairs. If watching her eased his discomfort, she was happy to let him. Sitting in front of him all day, motionless, letting him look—she felt it was worth it.

“…” Chi Lun listened to her rambling, then took his seat behind his desk.

“Ah—” Duan Shuting sighed softly, watching the snowflakes dance like spirits in the wind, drifting to and fro, while she herself remained trapped in the General’s mansion.

With the emperor’s reminder, Rong Wanxi understood her mother’s intent: if they all left the Snow Kingdom together, likely none would escape.

Ji Yining was lucky to meet Ning Shuiyue. Everything good, valuable, priceless, or beyond estimation ultimately ended up in Ji Yining’s hands, no matter how many times it changed owners or how long it stayed with Ning Shuiyue.

“My master has already ascended to immortality. Before leaving, he told me his greatest regret was not passing on the Supreme Mysterious Art to the world.”

The crowd had intended to leave; hearing this, they asked after the Crown Prince’s wounds and complexion. Learning he was well, Su Ruhui had the items set down, then left the Eastern Palace with Su Rufeng, each going their own way.

Bai Xi’s cheeks flushed bright red—this was far too stimulating. Hadn’t her clairvoyance disappeared? What on earth was she seeing now?

All sorts of sounds filled Chen Luo’s ears, but he seemed deaf to them. His gaze was fixed on the corpse before him. Sure enough, the artery at the heart was damaged—a clear result of excessive stimulation, causing heart injury, exactly the same cause of death.

Li Sheng’an nodded shakily, searched the old eunuch for keys, unlocked the palace gate, and finally stepped outside.

“It’s fine. A normal person’s first reaction wouldn’t be to believe what I said anyway,” Bai Xi shrugged.

…As Bai Li Fenlan finished speaking, Helan Yao emerged from the basement, her face radiant, showing no sign of suffering from confinement.