Chapter 52: What About You?

Ever since that day she encountered Murong Yan at the Lu residence, Lu Qingqing had felt as though misfortune clung to her like an unwelcome shadow. Since his return to the capital, this was already the third time she had run into Murong Yan. By the lakeside, as a gentle breeze drifted by, Lu Qingqing had just finished putting the estate in order and dismissing the troublesome cook, ready to return home.

From a distance, she caught sight of Murong Yan and his entourage. She turned to leave, only to realize the man had already noticed her.

After exchanging a few words, and seeing Jiang Qiulan awaken, Sheng Siyan and Chu Anran entered together. Seeing her son return, Jiang Qiulan was overjoyed; even her wounds seemed less painful.

Once the tutor departed, Chu Anran flipped through a score and picked a piece she was quite familiar with from her previous life, one that would allow her to shine, and began to practice it.

“Nonsense!” Principal Cui was the first to speak, his face displaying nothing but disbelief.

Afterwards, Shen Mei secretly exchanged a glance with Zhuang Fei. The two were perfectly attuned; catching her mother’s look, Zhuang Fei gave her a thumbs-up and slipped away at the first opportunity.

Then came a tale Liu Yu remembered vividly: Niu Dan, despite being wounded by several knife strikes, drove back the mountain bandits—a story that became a local legend.

“Tell me, do you still dare?” Chu Anran had no intention of letting Sheng Siyan off so easily. She felt that unless he was taught a lesson, he would cause trouble again soon.

Chu Yu looked at Yezi’s tattered, threadbare clothes, unable to believe his eyes. Especially when he saw Yezi’s gaze—it was as if he himself were being devoured.

Chu Anran had thought she would have to wait at least ten days or half a month, but to her surprise, the results came in just after a week. It seemed that her conveniently acquired uncle, Jing Che, was indeed quite capable.

“What? What on earth is this?” The Demon Emperor Dijun was appalled; clearly, he had not expected that, after unleashing such a powerful attack, the beam of black light would remain untouched.

Yet, Xiyuan, who sat facing her, was utterly unaware of what Xi Jiu Yue was thinking at that moment. Otherwise, he would surely have fainted in fright.

In truth, Shen Yuewei hadn’t waited long before, after the bidding for a piece of raw jade had concluded, Chen Lin announced, “All right, it’s time for the stone I’ve bid on!” His eyes were fixed intently on the screen.

Was it not because I saw the injustice of rural marriages, the inequality in everything, and parents who gave birth but abandoned their duty while dictating their children’s lives, that I cried out so desperately?

“Didn’t you say last time that Huo Lingfeng tricked you into looking for that Gu Min? If you want, I could go with you,” Sang Yurou said softly to Zhuang Qingqing.

Qi Hao disliked violence and never bullied the weak, so long as no one provoked him.

Gong Shaoqing stepped forward and checked Ye Zihan’s pulse, then carefully examined her wounds once more.

Bathed in the evening’s dying light, Jiang Anyi returned home, exhausted. All day, he had been searching for news about Hou Qi, with nothing but troubling results. The house was quiet—his mother was likely at the new residence with Yan’er, and who knew where Anyong had wandered off to this time.

“Hmph. Mirage Beast, attack—let her witness your power.” Huan Zhu gave a cold snort and immediately issued the command to attack.

After a moment’s silent mourning for his own foolishness, Yun Chen finally regained his composure.

Then, everyone heard a shattering sound—it was the spiritual force within Liu Dingtian’s body completely crushing the medicinal power. He immediately channeled the Vajra Technique with all his might, letting the victorious wood spiritual force churn and surge within his dantian, expanding it further and further.

During Qin Yue’s years abroad, Hu Jiang had secretly followed her, and He Miaomiao had been there as well.

The Daoist priest was amazed at how Xia Fan walked upward as if on level ground, seemingly unaffected by the blinding fog.

Suddenly, Old Zhang recalled something—the “Condensation Array” didn’t rely on timing; left alone, it would naturally dissipate over time. However, if a spell-user interfered, there would be a backlash, just as Old Li had experienced earlier. Thus, the array itself was not of great significance—the true importance lay in the one who cast it.