Chapter Eighty: Youth

With her troublesome bangs gone, Lu Yalan's feelings were written plainly across her face. Dan Pinghui was utterly charmed, reaching out to ruffle Lu Yalan’s hair and teasing, "Come here, let big sister touch you. I can make you even prettier!"

Lu Yamei shot Dan Pinghui a glare and deftly swatted away her hand.

Dan Pinghui didn’t mind in the least. She picked up a piece of clothing and handed it to Lu Yalan. "Go try this one on!"

Lu Yalan glanced at the two piles of clothing, feeling a little hesitant. If she had to try on all these outfits, it would be exhausting. Yet, the two sisters were enthusiastically matching clothes for her, and she couldn’t bear to refuse their kindness…

In the end, Lu Yalan chose compliance, taking the clothes and stepping into the fitting room.

After a while, Lu Yalan emerged, changed into her new outfit.

It was at this moment that Li Jianhe’s expression began to show a faint unease. Though he had previously worn a face full of pride, the thought that after passing this matter to Fang Xu, some other outcome might come spilling from Fang Xu’s lips made Li Jianhe increasingly restless.

That Eunuch Wu was a temporary official in the palace, someone Xu Da had arranged for Ma Du to guide him. He knew the palace inside out; evidently, his previous rank had not been low.

Long after, Long Qianhua stared at the palace, black as ink and shrouded in shadow, then finally slipped away, cloaked in darkness.

These relatives actually had the nerve to complain? Did they not stop to think that Lord Dan Dan was someone they could accuse?

"This matter will be left to Chen," Yin Qianhua declared, confident her son would handle it well.

Ma Du was not speaking in empty words; these were indeed the terms offered by the Southern Court of Japan. There was no need to be surprised they would betray Kinjiro, the Southern Court’s own hero. Kinjiro had been scrambling for power, making enemies all across the court. Now that they had obtained the cannon-making technology, they had no reason to keep him.

His own body, so resistant to medicine—if one day he caught a fever or a cold, it certainly wouldn’t be solved by a few antibiotics. He valued them greatly. If the old man weren’t so stubborn about refusing to enter the city, Ma Du would never have wanted to give away a whole pack of antibiotics.

Murong Die, her face pale, caught sight of her sister’s faintly upturned lips, and was momentarily stunned.

Huang Yuanshou knelt in salute, "Your subordinate greets the two Commanders! The court has sent urgent news!" As he spoke, he produced an official document from his sleeve.

He reached out to touch his bare torso, astonished to find that all his wounds had miraculously vanished, and his skin was now smoother and softer.

At that moment, Qingcheng, having spoken, continued walking forward. Seeing his actions, Di Luo and the others relaxed their grip on their swords and followed behind him.

Having finished her speech, Zhao Yuxin turned and smiled at Jiang Tao, while discreetly glancing in a certain direction.

A burly knight stepped out from the ranks, his right hand gripping the hilt of his sword at his waist, loudly questioning Zenina.

Tidying up the bed was a simple matter for Qin Feng. In no time at all, he had everything arranged neatly and put away.

The sky gradually brightened. After the Konoha ninjas had finished clearing the battlefield and delivered three ninja swords to Fuyue, he finally understood that the leader of the Mist Ninja army was actually three of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen, and that during the attack on the Hidden Mist Village, aside from Mangetsu Hozuki, no one else was present.

Zhou Yunshu had no idea Ding Yi was already so close—their faces were barely a fist’s distance apart.

He struggled for a long time, but to no avail. Other than some saliva, Qin Feng couldn’t cough up anything.

As Jun Wudao’s sword energy surged onto the stone platform, it was immediately shattered by a force like the awakening of a primordial beast—the will of the blade.

With a crisp crack, the blood-red light was sliced apart by the sword energy, exploding into a foul, dark red mist that enveloped the remaining purple sword energy. A sizzling sound followed, and in just a few breaths, the mist corroded the purple sword energy away. As the sword energy vanished, the blood mist turned transparent and finally dissipated.

Having left the Yan Jing China Association, Liu Kun stormed out in fury. Tonight, both his pride and dignity were utterly lost, especially when he recalled the looks from the young men he’d invited to witness the event. The humiliation weighed heavily on him.