Volume 1, Chapter 38: The New Caretaker

Shen Chuan lifted his arm slightly, examining it carefully against the faint moonlight in the sky.

The Linmu Company was, after all, merely a subsidiary of a third-rate family. While its development prospects were promising, it had yet to truly come into its own.

Zheng Hua’s two personal guards drew thin-handled muskets from their waists and pointed them at Dongfang Jing, ready to pull the triggers.

What had Gu Mianmian offended? It seemed as though an invisible hand was pulling the strings behind the scenes.

This was the garden of the Grand Princess Jinping. As for why people came here: those without betrothals were naturally looking for a desirable husband, while those already betrothed either came to enjoy a moment of leisure before their weddings or to exchange amorous glances with their fiancés.

Wang Lin waited for a few seconds, seized an opportunity, and leaped out of the spacecraft. Fortunately, his luck held, and he was not struck by the swinging tail section.

Ming Zhengchun reached out and tossed a spiritual talisman, instantly encasing everyone around the Cloud Dragon Carriage in a light barrier. Wu Yong glanced over and, realizing it was merely a standard shield to prevent sound leakage and spiritual detection, paid it no further mind.

"I don't want that. Even if it were given to me, I wouldn't feel like it was truly mine. I actually enjoy the feeling of taking it one step at a time; only then can I feel a greater sense of accomplishment," Lin Xue'er said, her face filled with longing. It seemed this idea had been lingering in her heart for quite some time.

The bridesmaid standing nearby picked up her phone, watched the live broadcast of the grand wedding, and suddenly let out a cry of surprise.

Wu Shanyun felt relieved. "I have chartered a boat for you, fully stocked with dry rations and everything you need. This boat will take you to Anqing, and once there, you can transfer to another."

Afterward, it seemed to recall something; its expression dimmed, and it leaped back into the pond, where peace was once again restored.

The official ran off, calling back over his shoulder, "No need to trouble the County Princess," and then vanished as if he had slipped away in a puff of smoke.

Gong Yu had stopped fussing and crying, but she was deeply anxious. She had originally pinned her hopes on Su Mu putting on a good performance, but this defeat was so miserable that she felt all hope of marrying him openly was gone. Now, her only remaining option was to elope.

"Clang, clang, clang..." The dull tolling of the bell rang out, shattering the silence of the Chang'an morning. It was time for the imperial audience.

Chu Xiaoxiao curled her lips. No matter how great the reaction or honor, it belonged to Lin Xiangwan; what did it have to do with her?

"Exactly! Don't keep thinking about returning to your hometown. We are all counting on you here!" Zhou Ziwei quickly chimed in.

Zhuang Mengdie was suddenly rendered speechless. This was the Qingying Film Studio twenty years ago. Twenty years ago, she was only five years old; she didn't even know of a place called Qingying, so how could she have friends here?

Looking ahead, some disciples had turned pale. It was unclear what they had seen, but after waking, they gasped for air and looked toward Lin Chuan with gratitude.

With her legs feeling stiff, she had spilled most of the hot water before even bringing it out of the bathroom. She looked at the little water left in the basin, frowned, and had no choice but to pour it out. She took the empty basin and began using a cup to transfer the hot water into it, one cup at a time.

Daring not to delay, Yan Tianyou bolted out the moment the door was kicked off its hinges. Cui Xiangping, who was in the cell, rushed out right behind him.

No one understood the Dragon King, Long Haoyu, better than she did. Whether among his peers or the masters of the older generation, the Dragon King never knew the meaning of surrender, even when he knew he was outmatched.

At this moment, he could no longer afford to hesitate. The Seven-Flame Heaven-Refining Furnace flew out, and bewitching runes began to flow from it. The snake-like spatial rifts became incredibly docile upon touching these runes, and moments later, they vanished into nothingness.

The clone extended a palm, and the air began to twist. This was not the power of space, but rather a direct compression of the surroundings through sheer cultivation. In an instant, the general was reduced to a bead formed by the condensation of his very essence.

There were many powerful auras entering the second floor, and on the third floor, one could say there existed a number of truly terrifying presences.

Through Wu Mei'er's explanation, He Jingheng gained a clear understanding of the situation at court. Wu Mei'er said that although her family primarily dealt in business, commerce and politics were inseparable; many of the policies from above influenced their business plans.

Thus, in their simple way of thinking, if the other party did not appear to be a bad person, they simply assumed the person was good.

"Big brother, let's see if we were cheated by the magic swords we chose today," Bai Jie said with a smile as she returned to the room.

He Jingheng sat beside the second concubine, listening to a group of older women boasting and chatting while he watched the commotion.

Turning his head, he saw a green-haired girl looking at him with curiosity. She likely remembered him, but as for her older sister, she only glanced at him for a moment before her attention was drawn away by someone walking past.

One must know that the Blood God was one of the most ancient deities of the primordial era. Although the cultivation techniques he created were related to blood and appeared eerie, they were actually upright and balanced. How could such a bloody stench arise in a tribe that truly worshipped him?

"What a righteous path of the pugilistic world—to be so cruel!" Jian Chen looked at the dozen corpses on the ground, his heart heavy with conflict. Was this what he would have to do when he upheld the path of righteousness in the future? Was there truly no peaceful solution?

Had this been reality, the middle-aged man would have been dead. However, this was a spiritual world where everything was a manifestation of mental will; the middle-aged man who had just been crushed was merely an avatar conjured by the entire spiritual realm.

Feng'er, who was most skilled in fire-based martial arts, could not fathom how the Yamata no Orochi had achieved such power. She could only conclude that the enemy's strength was on a level completely beyond her comprehension.

Originally, the Zhunti Taoist had wanted to take on disciples to bolster Buddhism, but upon seeing Ximen Qin refuse to take apprentices, he knew that Yuanshi Tianzun was certainly warning him not to overstep his bounds.

"Can a mere rock stop our progress!" Nishimoto, who had the physique of a standard sumo wrestler, gave a final pre-battle pep talk. Truth be told, aside from Ling Fengyu, he was perhaps the boy with the most influence among his peers—a figure known as "Nishimoto the Buddha."