Chapter 82: What Is the Outcome of Love

Qian Lai walked out of the emergency hall and, looking up, saw the aunt from Bed Number One next door standing motionless at the edge of the lawn, gazing into the distance, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

What’s wrong with her?

Qian Lai approached quietly, intending to greet her before leaving. Unexpectedly, the aunt turned around, her eyes brimming with tears.

“Auntie, what’s the matter?”

She shook her head, took out a handkerchief, and wiped her eyes. “It’s nothing, I just…”

A half-blooded spirit led him forward, knelt upon the ground, and cried out fervently in the language of the spirits. The western consort translated aloud for the humans. It turned out Yuan Hong had realized this calamity would implicate many, and as he plotted carefully, he had already thought of the black dragon still cultivating within Tianlao Peak.

This being, created by Invincible through special means, was a twist no one had anticipated, altering the situation fundamentally.

Lin Feng finally understood that he had truly misunderstood You Yitian—and had even accidentally killed him! The thought filled Lin Feng with remorse.

Upon their return, seventy-three alien tribes gathered across the hills, their voices rising in unison to welcome them. “Bessa, Bessa…” Within the tribe, all the tribal kings assembled. Upon the main throne hung a white badge, which Sessa found familiar, though he couldn’t recall where he’d seen it.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning split the sky in two, followed by the relentless roar of thunder, as if determined to drown out the raging of the lamp.

Hearing that Lin Jie would charge money in the future, Uncle Qian’s face showed not the slightest hint of surprise, but rather deep joy. With such bait, he could feed his whole family.

“I’ve eaten two packs already—if you hadn’t said instant noodles are unhealthy, I’d have them every day!” Tan Zhen handed a pair of folding chopsticks to Xiao Han, grinning as he spoke.

Lin Jie narrowed his eyes, a serious glint flashing within, leaving Fang Minghua and Sun Sihua puzzled, unable to grasp his intent.

“Yes, there are many who are overwhelmingly strong—among the saints, some are truly invincible,” said the Grand Elder. “If that’s the case, perhaps I must use my right hand.” As he spoke, both his hands were visible.

“Jurassic Lifeboat Number Fourteen, Lieutenant. You’re very lucky—the lifeboat rescued you with less than a minute’s supply of oxygen left in your pod,” murmured the medical robot.

A flash of violet light erupted as it darted forth again, spawning a dozen afterimages; sword and blade shadows surged toward Cui Feng.

Writing the topic down, Xiao Menglou fished out a cigarette from his jacket pocket, clamped it between his lips, flicked his lighter, and took a deep drag.

“Get in the car!” Without waiting for Shi Yi’s consent, Yang Linxiao pulled her onto his motorcycle.

Su Qingrun had no intention of paying attention to her ‘mischievous’ aunt, and left hand-in-hand with Dong Zhanyun.

After Cao Yun left, Madam Peng did not immediately ask questions but sat upright with her eyes closed, and the room fell silent.

“It’s late and the dew is heavy. Go home and rest,” the Martial King adjusted his cloak and spoke softly.

Jin Xiuchen trembled, staring at the silver needle in Qingniao’s hand and asked with difficulty, “Even you have no solution?” His voice carried an almost imperceptible quiver.

“Who’s here—is it Shi Yi?” Fei Liangyan came downstairs in high spirits, beaming.

After hearing Gao Jing’s words, the group was no longer panicked but proceeded methodically, attacking Shi Yan with order and strategy: some retreated after a clash, others hurled hidden weapons, but none confronted Shi Yan head-on.

Li Qingfeng and Zhao Yunhan’s mouths hung open. Li Qingfeng imagined Qin Tian spending millions of dollars as casually as tossing a handful of bills to a beggar.

I climbed up, opened the door, and found—not Qin Yao—but the landlord, Aunt Liu, standing outside.