Chapter 60: Unexpected Consequences

Messages in the chat channel had always scrolled by at a blistering pace, but for dozens of consecutive messages to flood the screen like this was a first.

For a moment, everyone was stunned, and the chat channel remained completely silent without refreshing a single new message for a few seconds.

Soon, someone broke the silence.

[Ahhhhhhhhhh?]

Three question marks seemed to awaken all the players.

[You're hurting my eyes with all that noise]

[Is this for real? Was this issued by the Chinese government?]

"Yeah, I probably have to suspend my studies for four months," Fang Cheng nodded, not daring to meet Lin Nuannuan's eyes.

A cold, detached voice dropped at that exact moment: "Wash yourself up before you come back. I don't want any extra complications." With that, he turned and walked away.

"No, it's my fault. If he hadn't come to see me, maybe he wouldn't have had to die. The one who should be dead is me," she said numbly, her vacant gaze drifting out toward the downstairs area. The sheer despair in her eyes sent a chill through Li Rui's heart.

Seeing her blank and clueless expression, Yin Tianchao didn't say much more. He simply bent down and grabbed her right foot.

Xia Nancheng told herself this, while Qianqian remained entirely unaware of her thoughts and harbored no suspicions. After Xia Nancheng left, Qianqian sank deep into her own sorrow, silently questioning why her fate had to be so torturous. Was her very existence destined only to bring misfortune to others?

Even as an eternal deity accustomed to working miracles, it was difficult for him to comprehend the mirrored scene before his eyes.

Su Xia gave a bitter smile. Even after having died once already, she still couldn't completely rid her mind of such thoughts.

"Does she cry often?" He asked, offering a bitter, self-mocking laugh. Su Yan's words made him feel as though his past self had been an absolute bastard—not only causing her pain and sorrow, but also making her shed so many tears. Now, it seemed only right that she refused to forgive him; who else could be blamed for his blind vengeance, the bitter fruits of which he now had to bear alone?

After exchanging just a few moves, the Underworld Saint and Mei Yuhan leaped upward together and began fighting mid-air.

"He's from the military circles, though I've forgotten his exact rank!" Shen Ruoyou had suffered such a humiliating loss that day that she had no mood left to remember who the man that beat her was, only managing to guess his identity vaguely from the conversation between Su Chengbo and him.

"Well? Any discoveries?" Zhen Xing asked anxiously, as everyone turned their gaze toward the two local earth deities.

In the eyes of the "Smiling Tiger," Yan Poyue's actions were the very embodiment of a fool, the most direct and concrete manifestation of a complete idiot.

Just as Su Muyao stepped downstairs, a long arrow came flying directly toward her, laced with a faint silver radiance and an unstoppable, bamboo-splitting momentum.

With her mouth stuffed by something, Weiwei hadn't even figured out what was happening before she was forced down to the ground. Immediately afterward, her arms were pulled tight and bound securely, and even her two thumbs were tied together with a thin cord.

"Tang Guo, do you know that today I single-handedly took down a jackal? Haha, that jackal was so stupid..." Hu Lieshen spoke with unusual excitement about his battle with the jackal. Though his words were somewhat disjointed, his enthusiasm did not wane in the slightest.

Lowering her gaze, Yan Xi repeated what she had just said to Su Muyao, her voice carrying a faint trace of tears yet sounding completely sincere and earnest.

Seeing her father nod and hearing Qi Fan say, "Then thank you, Uncle Zong, thank you Keke!", she turned her head, blinked at him, and revealed a pair of deep dimples.

Baili Yanmo's movements came to an abrupt halt, his head buried in the crook of Su Muyao's neck as he deeply inhaled her fragrance.

The county magistrate governed over a dozen village chiefs, and these men were constantly engaged in petty intrigues and backstabbing. The relationship between the village chiefs and the magistrate was lukewarm at best; if Su Banxia really went to beat the grievance drum to accuse him, the others who held a grudge against him would undoubtedly seize the opportunity to bring him down.

"Wu Shui is not inherently bad at heart, just spoiled. I merely gave him a reminder, hoping it might be of some help. The rest of the guidance will still require your tutelage," I softly said.