Chapter 40: Shopping

The next morning, Lu Yanfeng and Ning Lu had breakfast before setting off for the most prosperous shopping mall in the city.

It was one of the most famous shopping malls in the country, home to all the world’s leading luxury brands, and celebrities could often be spotted there as well.

Lu Yanfeng led Ning Lu into the Ma family’s luxury boutique, where a sales assistant hurried over to welcome them warmly.

“Bring out some of the collector’s pieces for us to see,” Lu Yanfeng said softly.

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Jiang Yansheng’s slender arm was clutched tightly in the man’s long, powerful hand. He dragged her all the way to the dock, where she stumbled twice before falling awkwardly to the ground. Wrapped in a beige trench coat, her frail figure looked even thinner, and her pale face was concealed beneath her loosened hair.

“She is the Prince’s eighteenth concubine.” The Princess Consort was disgusted with her and felt stifled by resentment, as though she could hardly breathe. When she saw that the woman had finally asked about Mao Leyan, she felt she could at last release the breath trapped in her chest and answered in an almost vicious tone.

The closer they drew, the louder the commotion became. Wang Yue could tell at once that, if nothing unexpected had happened, this must be a private casino.

“How pitiful. The child has been living in the palace for less than a month, yet just look at how much sharper her chin has become!” Madam An remarked sentimentally to the Lady of Taian Commandery as she watched the girl leave. The smile vanished from her face the instant the door closed.

A breathtaking smile curved Helan Yao’s lips. Helan Qingyuan, the grand spectacle was already being prepared.

“I didn’t understand before why Xiaoxiao thought so highly of ants. Now I do,” Xika sighed.

That was why Mingjing had no choice but to rely on the prestige of Marshal Guo, who was still alive, and make Guo Ziyue the first alternative candidate. With Marshal Guo still around, Guo Ziyue would have more time to mature.

When Smusen called out, “I love you,” Pei Ying could see nothing beyond the silhouettes of the trees through the thin white gauze.

Victory was already within reach. Perhaps because of Liu Yang, South Street was in utter chaos. There was no capable ruler, and Wang Yue even saw several people abandon their weapons and turn to flee.

“I understand, but I simply don’t want you to be in danger. Still, I know I can’t stop you once you’ve made up your mind, so I’ve decided to face this ordeal with you. This time, I’ll join everyone from the Brilliant Clan in fighting the Overlord of the Universe!” Bai Xue declared resolutely.

Coming back to himself, the disciple secretly consoled himself. The radiance of his sword paused for half a breath before descending.

“Why aren’t you thanking Lord Fire Shadow?” Big Weasel appeared beside Second Pillar and spoke to him.

They raced onward, encountering countless Thousand-Demon Trees blocking their path. Yet with the might of the True Solar Flame, they forcibly tore open a passage.

The three of them crossed the glacier stretching four hundred miles into the distance and continued racing southward along the ice fissures. They ran across glaciers and snowfields, then climbed over snowy ridges and great mountains.

Seeing the familiar figure become so violent and bloodthirsty, Lu Xueqi could not help trembling. She was utterly unable to maintain her usual indifference; all that remained were sorrow and fury.

The Triangular-Eyed Man maintained his fleeing posture only until he left Ever-Victorious Street. Then he changed into the leisurely manner of a man strolling through his own courtyard. He ambled slowly to a crossroads—and suddenly vanished.

“We’ve settled on one course of action. Ma Hai and Lei Zehao both bear a deep grudge against the murderer. For now, all we can do is wait for the director’s news.” Li San was meticulous and calm in the face of trouble, much like Tang Long.

In less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, he had killed three people in succession. Could such methods truly belong to an ordinary disciple of Ten Thousand Swords Mountain?

The clock hanging on the wall showed eight o’clock. The crisp sound of an alarm rang through the entire school building. The classroom door opened, and a dark-skinned young man with his hair tied back walked in from outside.

A master of the Innate Violet Qi realm had not even been given a chance to fight back. In no more than three seconds, his throat had been slit. That was utterly monstrous.

“Good. I’ve already made all the arrangements for you. Once the time comes, all you need to do is enter the Misty Forest... Hahaha...” Li Wanshan could not help laughing aloud.