Chapter 34: He’s President Pei?

Qin Wanyi, however, had not noticed that although Pei Younian had already left the Qin residence, bodyguards were still following him in secret.

At that moment, Qin Wanyi’s mind was filled entirely with thoughts of Pei Younian. She paid no attention to anything else and did not notice anyone following behind them.

The two of them got into the car. Zhao Kaixing took especially good care of her, afraid that she would be unfamiliar with the surroundings, and comforted her throughout the journey.

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The Seven-Kill Sword Lord paid no attention to any of this. From the moment the two entered, he had not even glanced at them, merely continuing to perform the inheritance ritual. Then, all at once, he seemed to sense something. His gaze sharpened, and he let out a soft exclamation.

Perhaps it was because the tea brought by Zhu Chongba was of such excellent quality. At that moment, all the elders were full of energy, without the slightest trace of fatigue. As the presiding officer, Zhu Chongba announced that the council of elders would continue.

After learning that he would be unable to fight alongside them, Jiang Yunfei had remained somewhat dejected even after several days had passed. Yet when he sensed Duan Chou’s arrival, he still dared not neglect proper etiquette. He awoke from his meditation and respectfully bowed in greeting. Since Nezha was beside him, Jiang Yunfei was still half a disciple of the Chan Sect, and thus addressed Duan Chou as Grand Master.

This village was slightly better than Zhu Chongba’s former home village. At least there were still people who could walk about. In his old hometown, there was no longer anyone capable of moving around. Of course, Zhu Chongba was referring to the tenant farmers. In his eyes, the landlords did not count as people at all—they were nothing but tyrants.

For the next nine hundred years, his name remained forever at the very top of the entire Hidden Dragon List.

Within the great hall stood a ten-zhang-tall jade statue. Its sacred countenance was majestic, suffused with divine radiance. With both hands behind its back, the statue gazed into the distance. It appeared plain and unremarkable, yet faintly revealed an aura of a world reduced to silence and annihilation, with only itself enduring. No one dared meet its gaze.

Su Ni did not understand what was happening and asked no further questions. He merely smiled, left the residence, and came to the Su family’s altar.

Yin Zhengli laughed. “Fourteenth Brother, let’s go!”

Qiao Luo answered timidly. Their red robes fluttering in the wind, the two somersaulted through the air and narrowly overtook Yan Jinhua.

“Achoo!”

Xizhi covered her nose and sneezed. Black-red chili pepper flew everywhere from the force of the sneeze. When she raised her hand before her eyes, she saw that it was covered in blood. For a moment, both she and Zhang Tianqian stood there in stunned silence.

Yet in no more than a few breaths, the frost spiders and demon bats surrounding them swarmed in like a tide, tearing apart and devouring the corpses of the dead monsters.

But that was not the end of it. The moisture beneath the ground where the sparring partners stood was completely drained away, causing the earth to collapse. Their corpses fell into the pit and were buried beneath the sand. Soon, not the slightest trace remained—not even the blood spilled when their bodies had exploded, which was buried deep beneath the earth.

At that point, Yang Ling understood. He could touch others of his own accord without anything happening, but if someone accidentally touched him, it was all over—his true form would immediately be revealed.

This infuriated Zhuang Bi. It was something he had never encountered before. Why had Jin Rongrong suddenly stopped obeying him?

Then, when His Majesty decided to arrange a marriage for the Prince of Yan, he had fallen unconscious from his illness, and as a result had done nothing at all.

He had once admired Fang Xinru immensely for successfully carrying out a diplomatic mission to the Jin Kingdom without losing face, and had felt deeply proud of him. Now, however, he could not have despised him more. Fang Xinru had apparently already defected to the Jin Kingdom. His three missions had gone so smoothly because he had merely been putting on an act for the Great Song, all to obtain even greater benefits.

Chen Xinnan was considering something. Once the Kang family determined what her supernatural ability was, people around her would surely ask what that ability involved. Would she then have to become a teacher again, explaining the nature of their powers and how they could discover them for themselves?

After hearing this, the emperor looked once more at the scenery before him. The poem truly transformed the beautiful landscape before their eyes into exquisite lines of verse. As he closed his eyes and savored each line, he found that every word perfectly suited the scene. It was indeed a fine poem. Without realizing it, he applauded and exclaimed in admiration.