Chapter 34: Stepping Through the Door as a Stepmother
On a summer night, the deepening darkness and heavy dew could not compare to the weight in his heart. From the pond outside the courtyard, a chorus of croaking rose ceaselessly. Qiao Muting sat alone by the window, trying to untangle his thoughts, but the persistent cries unsettled his mind.
Reflecting on the day, he remembered how the girl had brushed past him twice, yet fate had not granted them another chance. All that remained was regret—nothing but regret. A suffocating heaviness pressed on his chest, making it hard to breathe. He stood up, intending to change and take a cold shower, hoping to calm himself completely.
Qin Xiao immediately took a big bite of the Life Peach, finishing it off in a matter of moments. Yan Fengjia blinked, for now, he could not possibly understand what significance this old grandmaster—whom he had never met—truly held for the Yan family.
The circuit of the biomass generator was connected to the room's main line; to start it, one needed to feed in biomass. Corpses or plants would suffice. "So that's why the rice must be cooked with bottled water?" Zhang Tong felt an urge to gnaw his teeth: after all, bottled water was far more expensive than tap.
"Alright, Grandpa." Chang Jue, nervous, walked over, glanced at Chang Ji, and then sat down opposite Zhang Miao.
Dongguo Yu and the other two clearly knew what was going on; each wore an expression of avid curiosity, eager for gossip. They watched as Yan Ruyu, her face awkward, pinned Yan Fengjia against the wall—her exquisite, alabaster hands, smooth as jade, were actually unfastening Yan Fengjia’s trousers.
“It’s not expensive. Our chef’s special steak is only thirty-eight, and it’s delicious,” said Zhang Tong, all the while chewing bread to clear space in his glutton’s pouch, preparing to sweep up all the food at once.
Zhou Shizheng was, apart from the Gu family, the only one who had managed to outwit the Northstar Kingdom and claim victory—perhaps even surpassing the Gu family in accomplishments.
In these few days, therefore, Wen Xin’s cultivation had been affected, but after a time, the situation completely reversed. Wen Xin knew the strength of that Fiery Tiger well; even though it was now a fourth-rank spirit beast, it was still fated to die.
Fortunately, Shangguan Bixiao had followed Tang Baiyu, thus managing to find Yang Yunhan; otherwise, had Shangguan Bixiao been alone, she could never have discovered such a well-hidden Temple Sanctuary.
Uncle Huo, who had been attacking with all his might moments before, had exhausted much of his precious strength. Now he could barely defend his head and face with both hands, retreating step by step.
Xue Qingru murmured, “If I must remain frozen, so be it. I’ve done enough for the cultivation world, yet, in the end, all I see before me are heartbreaks.” Yuan Xin replied, “Those are not the words a Holy Sovereign should speak, even if you have not yet reclaimed your title.”
Because the will of the people had shifted, the fate of the realm was sealed. In truth, Xiao Longwu had never truly won the people’s hearts—a fact known to many.
The one-armed wild rat’s eyes now glowed green as he leered, drooling at the corners of his mouth. Nearby, the wild cat’s gaze was equally lascivious.
The school doctor stepped forward, carefully taking Sun Yanran from Cheng Hui’s back and laying her on the bed for examination.
Long Zhiru looked at Long Luo with deep meaning; she did not know where Long Luo’s confidence came from, but she knew he would not speak without reason. Long Luo was well aware that, while they were all only at the entry stage of the Supreme Realm, Xue Qingru was already a mid-stage Supreme—hence her easy defeat of Long Xuan.
That day at the Temple Sanctuary, Tang Baiyu had used his move “Heaven and Earth in Harmony” to slay the Golden Silkworm, and now he unleashed it again upon Yang Yunhan.
Pei Ruyi followed behind him, watching his tall figure. The chill of winter was already in the air, yet he wore only a thin woolen coat, looking rather frail.
If there were those who clung on desperately, refusing to leave, it was almost always for the sake of wealth—and Wei Ziqian showed no mercy in such cases.
He had once believed that the bond of siblings was the greatest chasm between them, but now he understood—what did that relationship matter, after all?