Chapter 23: Chen Fan?

Without exaggeration or flattery, though Nangong Tian was Chen Fan’s senior brother, he still could not defeat Chen Fan. Did people really think Chen Fan’s monstrous martial talent was just for show? Chen Fan had always wondered which fool would spend two million to buy a folding fan for no reason. Now he was enlightened—it turned out to be his silly senior brother, Nangong Tian. Nangong Tian might have fooled everyone else present…

After Long Qi withdrew, Han Fei slowly extended her hand, palm up, and with a gentle flick, a fish was lifted from the water, soaring into the air.

“All day long it’s just phone calls—so annoying!” Guan Qingyao slammed her hand on the table in exasperation.

“You and I have been friends for many years; there’s no need for thanks between us,” Qi Yan shook his head with a helpless smile.

Ning Jiu’er understood perfectly well why Shangguan Yun was acting this way. She stole a glance at him but dared not look again. Making an excuse, she said, “I’ll go see what news the brothers in the order have gathered,” and slipped out the door.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let you die,” Yun Zi drew even closer, her warm breath caressing Zhang Lan’s neck.

Mingxin mulled over Yun Yuegu’s words again and again, pondering their meaning, then shook his bald head and said, “No, no, if I spend every day with Miss Yun, I’m afraid if the old Daoist returns there’ll be misunderstandings.” The monk, for once, seemed to have his wits about him.

Yun Zhui tried hard to recall the events of last night. Although he’d drunk too much, he remembered bits and pieces. He remembered how his sister had urgently knocked on the doctor’s door and brought him in for treatment, then sat by his side, refusing to sleep, and fed him sobering soup deep into the night. Moved and ashamed, he quietly got out of bed, careful not to wake Yun Zi.

Shi You’en thought for a moment, then nodded his agreement. So, A-Jie drove, bringing along Gu Jiajie, Shi You’en, and Mingxin, and together they went to find Mu Haisen.

Leng Xingyue said nothing, but leapt lightly onto Xu Dao’s shoulder and shouted, “Threefold Sword Technique!” Her long sword thrust out sharply, and the three moves—Wind-Splitting Mountain Sword, Wind-Breaking Thousand Jun Sword, and Ten Thousand Horses Returning to the Master Xingyue Sword—were separated by barely half a second, as if unleashed all at once.

Hearing this, Su Tang obediently stayed put. She blinked, watching Wang Tang with curiosity.

In my memory, those two arrows were flying off target, so I thought they wouldn’t hit anyone and didn’t pay them much mind.

“You may go,” Liu Mingzhu nodded, her eyes fixed on Xiang Tao’s departing back. All her hopes now rested here. Only by telling the Second Prince her situation might he intervene in the matter—after all, she carried his child, which was her most important bargaining chip.

In truth, if Madam Feng could content herself with reciting sutras and eating vegetarian meals here, she might yet save her life. Unfortunately, her pride was too great; she refused to admit defeat or face a bleak future, always plotting a desperate comeback, until finally she became intolerable.

At that moment she suddenly realized that the soul pearl in her mind had grown slightly larger. Could it be because she’d just gained insight into a movement technique?

In the span of a single hour, Jun Qianxi’s spiritual energy was exhausted, and a thin layer of frost had formed along her meridians. Now, with Duanmu Ming’s help, her recovery began.

As a result, she forgot that Jun Ruoxin was helping with her hair, and when her head was yanked, the pain made her cry out.

Watching Situ Jingliang leave the private room, Fan Yiyi glanced over at Situ Jingxia, who was in the midst of a drinking contest with Qian Qian. Then she opened her bag, took Situ Jingliang’s wine glass, turned away, and added a few drops of her prepared substance.

The sudden noise startled Su Mu, who turned to see several soldiers utterly unfazed, not even moving.

Within the Forbidden City, for the sake of security, not even a single large tree could be found, let alone a thicket of shrubs. Under the blazing sun, with nothing for shade, the oppressive heat was even harder to bear.