Chapter 24: A Helping Hand!

Looking for me? Nangong Tian was momentarily stunned, then suddenly alarmed in his heart. It's over, I've fallen into the trap! It was obvious that the junior disciple had something in mind.

"Uh... junior disciple," he stammered, "I suddenly remembered, it seems I still have something to attend to..."

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No one knew how much time passed—so long that Jian Rui thought she would drown in that kiss—before he finally let her go.

Back on the second floor, she tried to open the door, but the lock was tight and wouldn’t budge. Leng Zirui raised his hand to knock, only for the door to be pulled open from inside by Xu Xia.

Deshou gave the young man a sidelong glare, swallowing his anger as he retreated to the side. Leng Yi stepped forward two paces and questioned the youth.

Jian Yu was utterly confused; wasn’t he just fine here? When had Jin Zhentao tricked him away? After so many years, he no longer bristled like a hedgehog against everything from the Tan family; he could treat Tan’s father and mother much more calmly. Tan’s parents spoke with him happily, while Tan Huai remained silent, his gaze quietly fixed on Tan Yi. Meeting those deep eyes, Tan Yi merely nodded in acknowledgment.

“Brother Chongyun, are you leaving?” Xiao Tao suddenly asked. No matter how he listened, Chongyun seemed to be making arrangements as if for his last affairs.

In the dream, dazzling lights and colors filled every corner. Amid the thunderous firecrackers, he wore festive crimson robes, his face alight with excitement as he pushed open the bridal chamber door and entered.

The corpse stared wide-eyed at the phone screen, scrutinizing it for a long time. His expression said it all—he was utterly shocked. Only after ages did he move his lips and speak a sentence.

Bai Zhanji sat alone, pouring himself a drink and muttering inwardly: This guy, always showing off with his clever tricks.

“How could I not? As long as you’re happy,” Bai Zhanji said, his lips brushing against Xiao Zihan’s ear.

Flying in the air is nothing like being on land. Falling from nearly ten thousand miles up—unless you’re a god—survival is impossible.

“Hey, you two students over there! What are you doing?” Three boys in long-sleeved school uniforms, wearing red armbands, pointed at Kashiwa Kiyomitsu and shouted loudly.

Unfortunately, neither of them had Yu Yao’s keen eye and had to rely on others for help. According to what Uncle had gathered, it would require someone to pull strings. But the problem was, a decision had to be made now. For them, if they didn’t trust Yu Yao, it would be a gamble; if they guessed right, there was still a profit to be made from two hundred thousand, but if they guessed wrong, it would be a loss.

Such words sound simple, but in reality, similar designs had appeared in Yue Kiln before. Yu Yao could judge that there shouldn’t be any, and his conclusion was meticulous and insightful.

Just like this marriage, both families were among the eight great clans—a perfect match. After the union, their relationship would grow closer.

Mu Yangliu saw the screen display that the call had been interrupted. When she called again, the system indicated the phone was switched off.

“Let’s find a place to settle first,” Feng Youyue said, putting the Feng family army into her spatial storage, then followed Yun Mo on foot into the city.

Two hundred thousand was still a considerable profit. Yet Yu Yao never expected the other party to quote such a high price. Judging from the price, they hadn’t understood the real value; otherwise, it would have been even higher. This was clearly a case of asking for the moon outright.

“All right, don’t blame yourself anymore. I’ll prescribe a few doses of herbal medicine… Don’t eat things recklessly… Keep an eye on Young Master Qingshu…” The doctor was about to prepare the medicine.

Meanwhile, Zhao Shi released his grip on the sword, which clattered to the floor. Blood welled from Chu Yin’s wound, but it wasn’t serious; Zhao Shi’s injuries, however, were much worse.

The Old Ancestor of Ten Thousand Poisons wore a ferocious expression, instantly transforming into a black whirlwind, flying toward the last place his disciples had appeared.