Chapter 31: Refusing to Break Up

A spark suddenly ignited in Liang Youjia’s desperate, dark eyes, as if Xianyu were a corpse he was about to incinerate.

"If that’s what you think, then so be it."

Exhaustion filled Xianyu’s eyes as she turned and walked away. She did not want to entangle herself with Liang Youjia any further; what was broken was broken, and as far as she was concerned, it was already over.

Xianyu did not look back, and Liang Youjia did not follow.

...

Feng smiled brightly, his voice hearty and casual, as if he were simply handing a lollipop to a friend—the kind of gesture that leaves one feeling completely at ease.

As soon as Master Sha’en left, the oppressive tension in the classroom vanished instantly. The students were in no hurry to leave, gathering in small groups to whisper among themselves.

By the time Jiu Xi returned, the imperial decree had already been issued; even if she were displeased, there was nothing that could be changed. At most, he would simply buy more jewelry and ornaments to coax her into a good mood.

Liu Qingmei whispered a vicious threat, her mind completely clouded by fury at this moment.

He felt only a wave of intense pain; his jaw had been dislocated by Xiao Tian, leaving his mouth hanging open, unable to close.

Yang Fan once again used his palm as a blade, sending waves of dark energy that chased after the preceding arrows.

Tu Lin ordered the forensics team to retrieve their investigation kits, simultaneously prohibiting anyone else from entering the villa. Zhu Yan pulled up the nanny’s information and handed it to him.

"I don't know if the War Ancestor could have achieved it back then, but it is highly likely that someone can do it now," the monkey said.

A long spear is less flexible than a blade when maneuvering in close quarters. Forced into a defensive position, Shen Qinghe found himself with only enough strength to parry, continuously retreating.

He had to intercept Yang Fan. Whether Yang Fan could see him or not was no longer important. He was the only one in this formation capable of going head-to-head with Yang Fan; although he might not be a match for him, he certainly wouldn't be knocked unconscious in a single blow.

She knew that the members of the Oriental family would drink heavily at her coming-of-age ceremony, so she had specifically prepared some medicine to administer to them.

Xu Siyu had been getting closer to her lately, and it was impossible that Xu Siyu did not know she was at odds with Meng You.

"Because for the girl to restore her divine body, she must go to Mount Zhushen. It is the birthplace of the God Realm, surrounded by spiritual energy, which is most conducive to her recovery," the divine-demonic consciousness chuckled.

Indeed, those coming to participate in the competition were undoubtedly outstanding geniuses from prominent families. Think about it: only ten people were selected from the entire region. Their talent was surely astonishing, and they must have protectors nearby. Still, if those people were to interfere, it would be quite a disappointment.

"Rouge and powder?" Jin Jinxiang felt a bit troubled; had she known, she would have made herself look a little better.

"Bullshit..." Wang Qian cursed without a second thought, swinging his blade, Huizhe, without hesitation. Several blade auras formed a net, flying toward the soul entity.

This place resembled a massive hall, only it was buried deep underground. Directly opposite sat a figure in black robes with legs crossed, and seated to his lower right was an old woman in gray robes.

"Lili, you don't need to overthink it; it won't happen!" said Guan Hongzhong, who had been silent until now.

With Wu Ming presiding, Yue Qian felt his confidence bolstered. In his heart, he anxiously hoped for the arrival of the damned Yue Hao.

Conan, being short, leaned over to the windowsill upon hearing this. Sure enough, the rain had stopped. He smiled and said, "Then let’s head home for today, shall we?" The weather was poor and the hour was late; it was best to leave while the rain had ceased. Although it was already September, a cold breeze still carried the risk of catching a cold.

"So, the timeline should be shortly after the beginning of Shippuden!" Uchiha Yan muttered to himself. In that case, the timeline was still quite early.