Chapter 47: Wanyu’s Scheming

In the quiet of the deep night, nestled amid the straw heaps along the rice paddies, Wang Yu and Zheng ended their activities and lay together, talking softly.

Wang Yu had been struck by Ma Kai’s blade across her back, from her left shoulder to her right waist, so deep the bone was visible. Had she not dodged quickly, she might have been split in two. Ma Kai hated her the most, for it was her idea to arrange the marriage, and he believed she had used his family as stepping stones. She still vividly remembered the fierce look in Ma Kai’s eyes that night, and the agony of the blade upon her body.

Ye Feng lingered, chatting endlessly with the group, moving the wounded so deeply that tears flowed unrestrained. As time passed, Ye Feng and his companion entered the Pacific Ocean, flying for a while longer. The disturbances above the waves grew, the sea itself behaving unnaturally.

The man looked back. Sure enough, there were hundred-yuan bills scattered on the ground. Yet the money did not immediately catch his attention; his gaze wandered over Siyao.

Mu Yifan, Xiao Miaomiao, and the others watched as Gu Huang’s speed suddenly soared, while Lin Lang and Li Dapang behind them were hindered by Gu Huang’s formation. Everyone pushed themselves, not wanting to miss such a golden opportunity.

At that moment, Zhao Yudong was a guest in Gu Huang’s home. Before arriving, he had learned about Gu Huang, and when he discovered that Gu Huang had endured over a year of scorn and pressure from all sides, yet still tenaciously forged ahead with cultivating his spiritual path, he knew Gu Huang’s future would not be ordinary.

I tugged at Keke. She pulled her sleeve away, saying, "So you’re a noble from the Celestial Realm. Why don’t you go play with the Crown Prince?" Keke couldn’t help but retort angrily.

Just as Gu Huang finished speaking, the Chaos Divine Bow became noticeably quieter, though it trembled slightly, pointing toward the Water God Temple’s secret realm.

Li Qiyu noticed that from the moment she entered the restaurant, he had targeted her as his prey, gradually drawing near, and snatching her belongings when she was unprepared.

“No, I have to see for myself!” Yige left the house, soaring straight toward Fangzhu Mountain.

“On the sea? The Sea Eye?” Yige repeated unconsciously. Surrounded by that oppressive darkness, it was hard to tell if he was in the sky or above the sea. Yet he felt there was some truth in what Emperor Xin had said; the pure blackness below could very well be the Black Sea.

As soon as the words fell, a blood-red mist appeared beside Su Mu, splitting and scattering, forming three crimson spheres of light.

While resting and drinking tea in the teahouse, after feeling refreshed and ready to play again, Cheng Yanzhong checked his pockets and realized he had nothing left. Su Ruoyao, with a few bits of silver, settled the tea bill.

Su Mu silently noted the realms Li Mingxue mentioned, rearranging and sorting them in his mind, and couldn’t help but draw a sharp breath.

She could only keep reminding herself that this was good news—the stronger Jiang Chen grew, the more often she would need to buy cultivation resources from him.

Moreover, since they were also underwater, every attack Lu Yu launched would implicate them as well, making it difficult to counterattack.

Luo Wusheng’s thoughts seemed electrified, frozen at the words softly spoken by that gentle voice.

The other four beasts swam in together, the vortex roaring and surging, the sound deafening.

As the second half began, Class Eight established their offensive strategy: to play inside. Since the presence of Xu Renguang on the outside meant they couldn’t gain any advantage there, they focused on the interior. Xu Renguang was strong, but he couldn’t defend both inside and outside simultaneously—this was simply impossible.

The man wore casual clothes, looking younger than before. The chill about him had waned, beads of sweat clinging to his shirt, outlining his muscular frame and radiating a strong aura of masculinity.

Fearing he might attempt something indecent, Ye Yaqi couldn’t help but lean back, trying to keep as much distance from him as possible.

In the end, Song Sanshan finally tracked down the laborer who had tampered with the Song Family Sauce Factory during this process.