Chapter 55: Taking Wedding Photos with Su Qingli

Di Yunshen raised his eyebrows. “I think your idea is quite good.”

Shen Ci broke out in a cold sweat. How was this his idea? It was clearly the president’s intention!

Not long after, Ruilin came to Shen Ci’s side. “Assistant Shen, the male actor is still on the road. After checking the situation, it seems unlikely he’ll make it today…”

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“My lord, from what I can see, he truly isn't lying—he really doesn't know,” Kou Feng said after carefully recounting the events to Liu Yong. Liu Yong couldn’t find any trace of deceit in his words.

How could this possibly be the signal with the shattered cup? It was impossible. If the signal were truly the shattering of the cup, the upheaval would have occurred the very first time Yuan Shao let the wine cup slip from his hand.

On the field, the deputy commander of the Thunder God Mercenary Corps looked at Xiao Feng, who was fighting in all directions, unable to disguise the profound shock in his eyes.

At first, it was a struggle with the Yuan family, then with Long Yan, then the Youth Sovereign Rankings, followed by battles with the five demon prodigies of the demon race, and now the Dao Sect. Each time, though Xiang Hao never spoke of it, the pressure he bore was immense.

For the next half year, Zhu Tianpeng devoted himself to practicing the art of thunder. Whenever he heard the rumble of thunder, he would rush out to observe, seeking to understand the true nature of lightning by getting as close as possible.

As Jiang Yu approached the Forest of Birds, he could see countless birds flickering in and out of view. At the same time, numerous arrows were lodged in the trees.

The moment he landed, he sensed the Snow Lion Demon right behind him, thrusting a three-pronged iron mace at his lower back.

“That’s him! I’d recognize him even if he turned to ash! I wager in this entire Immortal Realm, there’s no other rogue immortal as outrageously formidable as he is!” Tianpeng declared.

All three pure white steeds bore the bloodline of the qilin, their bodies radiating divine light and auspicious clouds. These were White Qilin Horses, renowned for their divine might. Legends said they could gallop millions of miles across the starry domains.

The innkeeper of the Fortune Inn stepped out of the room after speaking with his wife. To his surprise, asking her had been pointless; in the end, he would have to let the steward extend credit. He returned to the inn, where the steward was still waiting for him.

To achieve a full professorship at thirty-eight was a rarity in all of Huaxia, especially in Yang Guoqiang’s day. Few doctors could claim such an accomplishment, but Yang Guoqiang had done it.

The trio of chubby friends were grinning from ear to ear, their happiness seeming to surpass even Jiang Yi’s.

After the chef nodded respectfully, he glanced at Master Tiantong and then left. He held this master in high esteem as well—he’d heard the man was invited by the owner, Qin Zhao, to safeguard the place, and that his martial prowess was exceptional. The only issue was that he ate far too much every time.

The formation at Azure Dragon Academy was far more advanced than those of the mercenaries. This time, the academy had even brought along a formation master, a testament to their thorough consideration for safety, for these youths were the new strength of the human race.

Though they couldn’t see who it was, they recognized the color of the Flowing Immortal Skirt—exactly what Miss Jiugē usually wore. Judging by Prince Ning’s expression and his earlier outburst, it seemed likely Miss Jiugē had argued with him once again.

“Where is he?” Xuan Yuqi gazed coolly at Lou Zhongyue, her voice calm and even, betraying no emotion.

Outside the door came Qin Zhao’s voice. Feique instantly felt secure, but she was also embarrassed by what had just occurred between them.

“We dumped him at the abandoned port to the east and left. Only a reserve Round Table Knight and a large group of mercenaries came after us. Mr. Jiang, were you ambushed?” Brown asked.

Lin Feng couldn’t shake the thought from his mind. He had no idea what had happened, but from his perspective, it was easy to suspect Wu Yongsheng.

“Professor Ning, how’s the research on the ancient script? Any progress?” Upon seeing Ning Hongtai, Wills couldn’t help but ask eagerly, hoping for good news.