Chapter Forty-One: An’an, You Little Menace

He did not understand why other little girls played with dolls, merry-go-rounds, and the like, while his child played with Lego roller coasters... and bungee jumping. Lu Jinqiao truly could not fathom it, but An'an wanted to play. Since it was too high and there was no children’s version available, Lu Jinqiao had no intention of letting her go through with it. He raised his large hand, covering her eyes, and An'an was plunged into darkness. "Huh?" she chirped.

After giving him a tour, Qianxun briefly recounted her experiences over the past two years to Sakumo Hatake. Ji Zhongshan offered a feigned compliment, but his words carried a mocking undertone regarding the severed hand of the Immortal Lord Chiyang. "You have a point, but this is not the visual style I am looking for," Yu Dongqiu replied.

Upon hearing this, Su Zheng and Jin Tian immediately sensed the surrounding spiritual energy and realized that the Blade King was correct; the energy had not only become increasingly frigid and difficult for cultivators to absorb, but it had also grown volatile. By now, he could easily merge formless mental energy and physical energy into chakra every single time.

A figure appeared at the doorway of the main room. Hu Shanlin, who had also been unable to sleep, walked over with an awkward expression, pulled up a stool, and sat down in silence, head bowed. Although his hair was gray, the Peak Guardian was not actually old; he sported a messy, short beard that he had not shaved in who knows how many years. He remembered his father saying that in order to perfect their family's blade techniques, he had traveled to many nations in his youth, seeking knowledge from ordinary people—specifically, non-ninja samurai.

"Don't go spreading rumors without evidence..." Wang Jun realized his slip of the tongue the moment the words left his lips and quickly clamped his mouth shut.

A heavy sigh escaped him, sounding breathless and uneven. Chen Ran slowly turned, gazing at me intently. His eyes seemed to hold a pool of melted snow that refused to dissipate. He smiled faintly, tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, and teased, "Silly girl," before lightly brushing my nose. "Fine, I won't go."

However, Lin Ke did not know that his battle with Chen Wen had been live-streamed by Zhuo Wei on the Primal Celestial Network, causing an uproar. Even if there were no animosity between the worlds of immortals and demons, Nie Jiuque was a notoriously wicked demon lord, and his reputation was nowhere near as handsome as his face. He nodded and hugged me once more. "Yue'er, I love you. Take care of yourself." With a sigh, he turned and climbed into his car, speeding off before I could respond.

Upstairs, someone remained, watching the events unfold at the entrance of the auction house with calculated intent. Qian Yang, naturally, would not give up easily. He searched the surroundings thoroughly; although he saw no signs of rats, he was not deterred. If the burrowing rat was within a mile, it had to be either inside the mountain or deep underground—it couldn't possibly have flown to the sky.

Yet, as she uttered those three words, refined primordial energy surged from her crystalline red lips, manifesting as three layers of invisible sound waves. Liu Shengze remembered, "That's right, the place where they stay..." As the drunkenness hit him, he felt as if the person from his dreams was slowly appearing before his eyes.

The old man holding the banner no longer seemed frivolous; dressed in simple white robes and standing tall, he commanded a sense of awe, like looking up at a towering mountain. This left Murong Cangzi speechless, while he secretly chided himself for perhaps overthinking things.

As for whether we would attend that banquet in the evening, He Liancheng remained firmly opposed. He said that according to his mother’s customs, if a wedding banquet was held at night, it was considered a second marriage. He refused to acknowledge my previous marriage to Chu Yi and insisted on holding the main feast at noon. Knowing little of these customs, I let him have his way. News of Danzo’s betrayal of the village spread like wildfire, quickly becoming the hottest topic among the villagers.