Chapter Forty-Five: Secrets of the Sea Clan—The Endless Inferno

Xiao Hei grasped Jiang Wangshu’s hand in return, striding forward with long, swift steps. When he found her pace too slow, he turned, bent down, and wrapped his arm around her knees, lifting her easily into his arms. Without using any spiritual energy, he relied purely on his formidable physical strength to flash back at an astonishing speed.

The patrolling law enforcers on the street only glimpsed a shadow dart past. Sensing no fluctuation of spiritual power, they thought it must be a trick of the eyes.

Jiang Wangshu, bewildered, had just opened her mouth when a rush of wind silenced her protests.

She had always known from the beginning that Lu Shaoqing’s affections lay with Lin Wanwan. There was never any possibility of marriage between them.

When Qiu Mo returned to the Qiu residence, Qiu Shirong happened to arrive home from his duties as well. He made no mention of his meeting with Wen Weixing that day, instead expressing concern about how her conversation with Lord Yuan had gone.

Let us not forget, this is the Purple Cloud Secret Realm—how could anyone here act so ordinarily? Moreover, the aura emanating from this person was faint, not at all like a master’s presence.

Ruixue’s decision to buy them was not solely out of kindness; after careful appraisal, she believed that the medicines in her space could cure these two children.

She had indeed been surprised when Hong Ge had brought her along in their escape. They and Lu Chenguang were fellow disciples, but she herself belonged to the Five Aggregates Sect and was a demon cultivator. Even if they had abandoned her there, it would have been understandable.

Jiang Yuebai, full of affection, tried to pat Jiang Binggong’s head, but Jiang Binggong dodged aside. She reached for his hand, but he evaded her again, making her smile helplessly.

The Zhang family would soon become the sole power in Poplar Town. Their future annexation of the Lei and Mu families was inevitable, but as long as the threat was dealt with early, much could be avoided.

As they spoke, Yan Shu had already rinsed the red ants and their eggs, parceling them into three bundles with leaves.

The Jiang family hadn’t taken the child’s words to heart at first, but now, hearing them again, they were stunned and unsure how to feel.

Yan Shu instructed Qu Wanwan to boil a large basin of cool water, then scooped out the pulp of the wooden apples and mixed it in.

The guard hurriedly replied, “Yes, for that reason I searched the entire temple, but there was no sign of the High Priest.”

“Who told you to walk your dog downstairs? There’s a sky garden right nearby—you should go there instead. That’s enough, I have work to do. Over there is your seat!” Yun Ze lowered his head, ignoring Tong Guaiguai. Yet, when he heard the sound of her astonishment, a charming smile tugged at his lips.

Most of the grain had already spoiled, so it was mixed as best as possible with vegetables to make passable survival cakes.

Tong Guaiguai felt especially guilty. If that scheming man found out that her senior had brought her home, he might fly into a rage. She’d already witnessed his temper in the cafeteria—this time, she’d likely suffer even more.

But reality was cruel. Kuang Guohua’s body was stuck fast in the crevice, unable to move. However, he showed no sign of panic. He stared fixedly at the ice wall before him, as if searching for something.

After dinner, Nangong Wei finally sat contentedly on the fence, gazing at the stars. The night sky in the forest was breathtaking; through the sparse, rustling leaves, one could behold a blanket of dazzling stars.

With those words, she scampered nimbly toward the large bed that belonged to Tong Guaiguai and Yun Ze, lifted a corner of the blanket, and slipped in.

When Yun Ze returned home, Tong Guaiguai had already spent the entire afternoon in the studio. Aunt Li told him that she hadn’t even eaten dinner. Frowning, Yun Ze unceremoniously dragged her out.

The weather was turning cold. Mo Qianxia, dressed too lightly, was bleeding from her head, though the flow had stopped. Even so, her entire body was chilled to the bone and she was on the verge of catching cold. Her head felt heavy with sensation, but her body would not move; she lay helpless on the ground.

“Your Highness, we can’t let him go! He’s the mastermind behind it all. If he escapes now, catching him again will be next to impossible!” Ming Lunhai exclaimed.

Su Ning’s movements grew ever more deft. The enemies before him would waste no more of his time.

Yet, the long bridge she had crossed countless times seemed endless today. Min’er had long since lost count of her steps. The secret letter in her hand was damp with the sweat of her palm. She stopped, struggling; the child in her womb was turning restlessly.