Chapter 35: Maintenance

Thinking of it that way, it made sense. If Lin Xilan and Zhou Yuheng divorced, this cookbook naturally would never fall into the hands of the Zhou family.

Eager to curry favor with Zhou Kejian, Zhou Jinsheng immediately said, “Dad, I understand. I’ll have someone keep an eye on Zhou Yuheng right away, and I’ll also put in a word with the Civil Affairs Bureau. Don’t worry—they won’t be able to get divorced.”

Zhou Kejian added, “...”

“You?” Mei Guo regarded him suspiciously, taking in his lazy manner. The instant the word left her lips, her vision blurred. The long flute in his hand was already pressed beneath her chin, and she felt a faint sting at her throat.

Although everyone knew that unification required harmony and mutual concession, there could be no room for ambiguity when it came to a matter as important as the faith of an entire people.

Jia Xu smiled faintly. He had already seen through it: Cao Cao’s words were nothing more than an excuse to send troops into Ji Province and widen the conflict between Yuan and Liu. No matter how much he twisted the argument, a battle would break out in the end.

From the fork in the road, heading southeast led to a narrow, elongated valley resembling a tunnel. At its summit hung clumps of mist like dark clouds, shifting unpredictably. Walking through it, one could not shake the oppressive feeling that the sheer walls on either side might close in at any moment and crush them into meat paste.

“Forefather!” Seeing Dugu Song slain, several experts from Wushuang City were overcome with grief. Nearly all of them had once received his guidance and held him in the highest esteem. Even when Dugu Song allied himself with the divine race, they had given him their full support. Never had they expected him to meet such an end.

The large hand gripping her arm radiated a scorching warmth that flowed into her without end, throwing her into even greater confusion. She did not know how the two of them could continue to get along now that she had faced him with her true appearance.

A sharp glint flashed through Gongsun Heng’s eyes. “Hmph, foreign cultivators! If they dare come, we’ll make sure they never leave alive!” The duty of their four great clans was to guard the land of Huaxia. Should foreign cultivators truly come seeking trouble on its soil, they would naturally be bound to rise against them.

The scent lingering in the air was exceedingly familiar to all the Saint Martial practitioners: their opponent was unquestionably a Saint Martial practitioner who possessed the power of a domain as well.

“What a pity—a fierce general like that, yet he willingly acknowledged a traitor as his father!” Kong Rong, Governor of Beihai, let out a quiet sigh. His words seemed to answer Yuan Shao, yet also sounded like he was speaking to himself, his regret unmistakable.

Even so, a great deal of information continued to reach the public through links in mobile-phone messages and channels on overseas websites.

The entire command center began operating at a frantic pace. Plans could never keep up with changing circumstances—who could have known that the madman from the Qian family would actually be able to injure Yan Xiuluo?

Fei Feifei lifted her head and looked toward Zui Qingfeng, only to find him staring blankly at Xi Xichen as well. Each of them looked as though their souls had been hooked away.

The astonishment on Lin Mo’s face was impossible to conceal. As expected of Brother Jiang Yue—his investigative ability was worthy of Sherlock Holmes.

The furrow between Shan Chuan’s brows reflected his thoughts, which had nothing to do with the officer before him, nor with the cavalry behind that officer, whose murderous intent might erupt at any moment with the violence of a volcanic explosion.

Kunpeng likewise transformed both hands into enormous eagle claws, preparing to seize Jimon and tear him to death, while Taiyi’s Eastern Emperor Bell enclosed Jimon and rendered him completely immobile.

He then raised his head and looked at the leaden clouds that had been gathering across the sky. The cloudbank stretched endlessly northward, vanishing beyond sight.

“Goodbye.” After leaving Yunqing Beauty Salon, Chu Tianshu hailed another taxi. He hesitated briefly, but in the end told the driver to take him to Qingyuan Hotel.

Darkness gradually descended. Not a trace of wind stirred. The earth, scorched beneath a full day of blazing sun, continued to exhale waves of heat, leaving everyone restless and on edge—so much so that they even forgot their hunger.

“Even if he deceived me, the feelings in his heart were real. I have never blamed him.” Lying against the cold stone table, Ruoxin gazed deeply at Fenghua and spoke in a calm voice.