Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Crybaby
Lu Yamei and Lu Yabai, being younger, found it difficult to speak up, but Master Lu had no such qualms. As a man who seldom concerned himself with the affairs of the inner chambers, he had always attributed Second Girl’s vexing temperament to the absence of her parents. It never occurred to him that the root might also lie with those servants, so adept at reading the hierarchy and acting accordingly.
Had he remained ignorant, it would have been one thing, but now that he knew, he could no longer turn a blind eye. Master Lu slammed the table. “Madam Ma, the old lady and I entrusted the affairs of the inner house to you, and this is how you manage it? You actually allow the servants to bully their masters!” Before the second concubine could speak, he continued to scold, “Don’t tell me you knew nothing of this. After so many years by my side, I know your nature all too well. If you hadn’t given tacit approval, who would dare make things difficult so brazenly?”
When Master Lu first became aware of things, he—
He then gave Ding Hui a meaningful glance, and she quickly led Yue Da and the others around the house to the back kitchen.
There, a figure more enchanting than even her voice awaited—a cascade of jet-black hair that nearly brushed her ankles, eyes that seemed to speak, a purple butterfly mask, lips full of temptation, a slender frame wrapped in a dazzlingly intricate purple gown… Everything about her proclaimed her to be extraordinary.
Looking at the flames rising from the arena floor, Blücher swallowed hard. If he were caught in such an intense blaze, the consequences would surely be dire. Glancing at the still-shaken Blücher, Chen Ji silently commended his quick battle response.
That night, fifty kilometers outside the Academy City. Strictly speaking, this was already beyond the bounds of what could be called the “city,” but the towering trees made it feel nothing like the outskirts. On the contrary, it was as lively as the heart of town.
Longying soaked in a square bath the size of a small room, so comfortable he forgot the enemies lurking beyond the fortress walls. This hot spring pool had once been reserved exclusively for King Mu Bai of Erhai, but as the city’s chief commander, Longying had no choice but to accept the most lavish accommodations in the palace grounds.
“The rest will have to wait until we reach Sundown Marsh tomorrow. That’s all for tactics for now; once we arrive, we’ll adjust as needed…” Chen Ji finished, looking around at his teammates, whose faces brimmed with confidence, and he couldn’t help but smile.
“All right, Wright, step outside for a moment. I have something to discuss with Sakuya.” To my surprise, Remi, standing beside me, immediately sided with the other party.
With a bang, Fuluosh formed his fingers into a blade and just managed to intercept Longying’s flying kick. A powerful force surged through, mighty as a great river, sending Fuluosh tumbling backward as helplessly as a puppet, straight into the main stream.
They had camped in the volcanic region for three days without any word from Judy or Lancelot. The oppressive heat was wearing thin on Chen Ji and his companions, and Chen Ji even began to doubt the theories they’d pieced together at their base. Could it be Judy and Lancelot held no grudge against the Blackstone Adventurers?
Yet, with the loss of that comedic fat man, the all-star atmosphere seemed to grow somber. Without O’Neill’s natural comic flair, the rest of the star players found it difficult to carry on this fine tradition.
The crowd came to bid Li Xuan farewell. Many among them had originally come to make things difficult for him, but since Li Xuan had bested Du Hai’s avatar with his mastery of the Way, their ill intentions faded.
Dr. Li studied the test results, his brow furrowing even deeper, the burning intensity in his eyes gradually turning to ice.
Sadly, Old Master Xie was already a centenarian in poor health; otherwise, they might have petitioned him for help—perhaps he could have saved his own leg.
Why, for no apparent reason, had the blue-and-white porcelain suddenly gone mad and lost control, crashing toward Shen Biyun and no one else?
Wang Mao and Chao Long were both startled by what Lu Qingjun intended to arrange; they knew nothing of his plans, but it was clear they would not be to their advantage.
A few minutes later, silence fell over the area. More than a hundred cultivators had been crushed to pulp by the might of heaven and earth. Only a scant few, protected by their indestructible golden bodies, remained. These supremely resilient forms withstood the crushing force, sparing their souls from utter annihilation.