Volume 1, Chapter 38: Shu Ya Is Not Attending the Launch Event?

Shu Ya felt cold all over.

“What are you trying to do?”

Fu Yichen said nothing. He merely twisted her wrist and forcibly dragged her upstairs into a room, pressed her down into a chair, then took out the rope he had prepared in advance and bound her tightly, loop by loop, finishing with a dead knot.

“Let me go!”

Shu Ya struggled with all her strength.

She still had to attend the product launch.

Lian Zeyu gazed impassively at the room where Shang Xuexiu was staying. He could see her sitting by the window, never once looking outside. Whom was she thinking of?

Even Yuan Guopeng remained completely unaware, still racking his brains over how to influence the elders.

When he withdrew his hand, his palm was already smeared with Huili’s saliva. After wiping it on his trousers, Jin Minshuo realized that he truly had no other choice.

Meanwhile, Yun’s father and mother began discussing the matter of attending classes, while Yun Mo started working through practice questions.

“No wonder these are ingredients from the Divine Arena of Flavors!” Feng Yuchen took a bite. Although he had known it would be delicious, the flavor touching his tongue still moved him deeply.

She lowered her eyelids slightly. Her eyes seemed to have no focus at all, and her cracked lips moved as she murmured something.

Unable to resist, she opened the play script in her hands. Every page was covered in dense ink marks, some old and some new, while the final few pages were faintly damp.

Thus, a completely inexplicable misunderstanding arose. Feng Yuchen was just about to explain how the matter had begun and ended when Tian Xiuxiu silenced him with a glare, forcing the words back down his throat.

Multicolored radiance converged into what seemed like a brilliant rainbow sun. For a moment, the light blazed so fiercely that it was almost blinding.

Over the past two years, his name had spread throughout the martial world. Yet everyone knew that he had been defeated by the Twin Prodigies of Yun Mo. That so many top figures of the underworld had now come to welcome him was truly the height of glory.

“Grandpa, spare me!” The last remaining city guard dropped to his knees with a thud and cried out for mercy.

“Are you doubting me?” Tan Ya looked down at him from above, her expression furious. She was clearly deeply offended at being questioned.

“What are you two whispering about?” Father Fang’s voice suddenly came from behind them. He had apparently been awakened by the noise and gotten up to see what was happening, only to hear the two of them talking.

Zhao Fuxin dashed over and saw He Yuanqing engaged in battle with someone, wielding a pair of iron hammers. The other man dared to resist the hammers with his bare hands. Looking more closely, Zhao Fuxin saw that the man’s hands were encased in iron gauntlets—his left hand formed a palm, while his right was clenched into a fist.

The speaker was Ouyang Feng. He had caught a chill on the road, and after arriving in Xinyang, he had taken some medicine before falling straight into a deep sleep. He had probably only just awakened.

Yet no matter how carefree she appeared, only she herself understood that Duan Lingyun’s affair had already become a thorn driven deep into her heart.

He walked a few steps closer toward Yunling Mountain. The silver radiance around his wrist grew darker and deeper, and the light transformed into a dazzling, shifting brilliance.

Zhao Fuxin’s home stood in a rather secluded place, forming a sharp contrast with the bustle in the distance. After Da Niu knocked several times without receiving a response, he realized that Zhao Fuxin had probably gone out.

“Isn’t that so? I didn’t say anything at all, yet you knew that Grandpa had suffered a shock?” Guan Chenji asked Gu Meng once again.

He had previously wondered why Feng Qiye had suddenly come to Jingnan without the slightest warning. Looking at him now as he openly declared all this, Gu Zhen became increasingly certain that his guess was correct. Something irreversible must have happened within Fengsu. Feng Qiye’s visit to Jingnan was merely a pretense; his true purpose was to recruit allies.

With the God of Gamblers present, only Long Wu, whose seniority was comparable, could speak with any real freedom. Everyone else—including the icy beauty Long Jiu—felt a faint tension as they sat on the sofa.

“As usual, we’ll search the three-story building separately.”

Ya Xue supported Zhang Yong without reservation.

Once again, only the three great prodigies of the first and second years could grasp the meaning hidden in Sun Jing’s words. Zhang Zhihao’s expression remained composed, Wang Ziyuan held a lollipop between his lips, and Wang Mingxing kept rubbing his bald head.