Chapter 82: Sharing Meals and Living Together

Shen Jin glanced at Lu Qingqing as he spoke. Seeing that she had no intention of replying, he steadied himself, withdrawing the earlier hint of frivolity from his eyes.

“This time I really will be gone for a long while, Qingqing.”

A trace of unease flickered across Shen Jin’s expression—gone was the free-spirited ease he once carried. There was, undeniably, a rift between them now.

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After speaking, not waiting for Su Jinyi’s explanation, Guo Shihuai rushed forward, intent on seizing her. Su Jinyi considered her options; even if she fought with all her might, there was no way she could win. Besides, the more she resisted, the harder it would be to clear her name. The other side was determined to frame her—she would end up the scapegoat, no matter what.

“Hmph! Do you not realize they have all contracted the plague? You’ll catch it from them as well!” The man’s tone was arrogant, as if he were issuing orders from on high.

“Fellow cultivator, I must ask that you keep today’s events to yourself. Please accept this magical artifact as a token of my gratitude.” Xu Chuan turned to the shopkeeper, produced a superior magical item, and placed it on the counter, his demeanor calm and his voice soft.

For example, to avenge Yang Hao, he naturally dared not turn to the Inspectorate, but the cultivator who had harmed his child must die—either to avenge the child, or to accompany him in death.

Tang Haodong walked over to the pile of corpses, reached out his left hand, grabbed one of Bisiliya’s arms, and with a forceful tug, dragged her over from the other side of the heap.

“Clang! Clang! Clang!” Three sharp sounds rang out as Chen Shaoming’s spear clashed with his opponent’s blade. When the two finally separated, three white marks scarred the shaft of Chen Shaoming’s spear—one even deeper, threatening to cause a misfire if he wasn’t careful.

The old lady was so astonished she couldn’t close her mouth, rooted to the spot for a long time and utterly speechless. And as for Si Feng?

Suddenly, the tiger-faced flood dragon shouted, “Brothers, be careful—don’t hurt the mistress!” In truth, what worried him most was what would happen if the enemy used her as leverage.

Su Yun watched as Madam Qin’s few words left the Second Madam speechless with rage, sitting off to the side in a daze. She couldn’t help but find it amusing, and her admiration for the First Madam deepened—clearly, this aunt was a formidable woman.

Of course, Ye Feng’s way of handling things was the least of all choices; not only was he instructing his own people, but he was also laying his intentions bare before the enemy.

Luo Qianfan, ever astute, picked out the newest limited-edition styles—just released, and at the highest prices.

The adjutant waited anxiously for a long time without receiving any reply from Ares. He even considered calling the police, though he knew they would pay no attention to such matters.

Back then, Jiang Ning had put forth all his strength, yet failed to break the shield; he could only try to bypass it and attack the assassins behind.

He checked the latest announcement from the Monster Livestream—officially, all monsters within the territory had been eradicated.

However, upon seeing the earnest look in Lu Xueqian’s eyes, Jiang Ning suddenly felt the urge to tease her.

At the first words spoken, all five members of the Bi family drew a sharp breath. Bi Musen tried to scold, but was silenced by a glare from the patriarch.

On the table, several intricately carved radish blossoms were artfully arranged, their petals as thin as cicada wings and startlingly lifelike, lending an elegant flair to the meal.

She planned to use the thousand spirit stones earned from Chen Yi to renovate the entire sect.

With only C-level mental abilities and D-level physical strength, both below average, she could hardly be considered anything but ordinary—far from outstanding in any respect.

Xu Yuan was clearly accustomed to Yang Bin’s flamboyant displays. He wrapped up with a few brief remarks, then returned his attention to the foreign mathematics treatise on his desk.

Perhaps the memory of that cataclysmic massacre had left the animals in collective terror—a snake bite once, and for ten years they would fear even a rope.