Chapter 42: Want to Have a Child with Di Yunshen

Su Qingli stared at them in utter bewilderment.

Shen Ci immediately said, “Sit down, everyone, don’t be so formal.”

Only then did they take their seats.

“No way, I thought we weren’t allowed to sit!”

“I thought so too! I was worried the newcomers were about to get scolded!”

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As expected, this girl still preferred to be called ‘Big Sister.’ Fu Yan, already familiar with it, called her that, and somehow, with those words, the distance between them seemed to vanish.

For a moment, Wan Jun panicked; when faced with such a crucial moment, she found it hard to control her emotions.

Her skin was as flawlessly fair as Liu Ling’s, her features delicate and lovely, a living porcelain doll. Yet, curiously, she had a cascade of smooth silver hair and a pair of mysterious, noble violet eyes.

Although he could not appear in person, hiding in the shadows to watch was surely an interesting pastime. Who knew what remarkable sights might be in store?

It was as if he was introducing them to Lin Ying, and yet also as if he were exposing the constant allure carried by the Lord of Charm. The Lord of Grace smiled faintly and spoke in a leisurely tone.

In a lifetime, death is not necessarily the end, but it always means parting—leaving behind the places you know, your friends and family, the ones you love. After countless years, the cycle begins anew, and you walk the road of life once more.

“That fiend colluded with traitors to harm our sect leader. Now that our senior brother has been abducted by them, this is a great humiliation for Tiandang Mountain. I, Sikong Yun, absolutely cannot tolerate this!” Sikong Yun feigned indignation.

At that moment, Lan Feng, Cheng Ying, and Xiao Feiyang appeared simultaneously above Tiandang Mountain. They did not join the battle, but stood quietly in the distant sky, silently observing this world-shaking fight.

“Sigh!” Watching Tian Yuanxiu lead the child away, Fang Daxian seemed lost in thought, a trace of reluctance, sympathy, and pity in his sigh.

The sound of the flute rose again, blaring in people’s minds like the horn of death, assailing their very souls.

“Black Demon Fiend, today we’ve fallen into the den of a top-tier Black Demon monster. We’d barely cleaned up one, and now another appears. Looks like all the big shots are off duty and wandering around today,” Qisha muttered to himself, carefully observing the Black Demon Fiend across from him.

The Chinese team owed at least forty points to Zhang Yunze; it was no exaggeration to call him the cornerstone and core of this squad.

“You never had a heart. You are a wooden fish, carved with swirling patterns, set before the Buddha,” came a voice, gentle and familiar, echoing through the empty world.

From the sea of information, she could tell that she had only been sent here. As for who sent her, she seemed to have some inkling.

“With so many bodyguards, they still can’t handle these students. Useless!” the officer muttered. One glance told him that Zhang Yunze and the others were just students, unlikely to have any powerful connections. He already had an idea of how to deal with the matter.

The audience erupted. Zhang Yunze’s shot was incredibly difficult—facing two defenders, switching hands in midair under the basket, and scoring with his left hand. Even in the NBA, such moves were rare sights.

“One, return all the sect contribution points you got from Chen Xun back to him. Two, join my Rong Hu Gang and work for Brother Chen Rong from now on—you’ll benefit endlessly. Three, apologize to Chen Xun, and we’ll consider you one of us,” Zhu Xiong said, his expression unchanged as he stared at Zhou Tian.

After a brief hesitation, Su Mu wasted no more time. Together with Li Mingxue, he ascended the steps before the palace doors, pushed them open, and beheld a vast hollow. There was nothing else within the recess, and the entire grand hall was similarly bare, without any decoration.