Volume One, Chapter 45: When Seeking Help, One Must Adopt the Right Attitude

Second Aunt wore a stern expression as she returned to the office. The two members of the Jiang family continued to bow and flatter Second Uncle Gu with obsequious smiles. This was the demeanor befitting their social class—unlike Jiang Chenyu’s rude and uncultured attitude, which deserved a firm lesson in proper conduct. With that thought, she raised her chin arrogantly, her face full of pride. “Wasn’t it agreed that Jiang Chenyu had to come over and apologize before we could discuss cooperation? Where is Jiang Chenyu?”

“Are you two trying to scam us?” she snapped, narrowing her brows and flashing a fierce glare. Jiang Daming and Jiang Chao exchanged confused glances. Though they had felt Second Aunt’s disdain from the moment they entered, this was unexpected... especially since she had just stepped out during the fourth period. By the time Ning Xue and Ning Yue returned home, it was already lunchtime.

To put it mildly, he was utterly thrilled, ecstatic beyond measure. It could be said that not even all the men across the four great realms combined had as many tricks and as much skill as he did.

“Our Bai Ze clan has also faced resistance from some families,” Bai Yunqing interjected.

“That’s not right. I recall that Bai Weibi’s attack happened after she suggested going to the Golden Flower Temple…” Chen Tianyu didn’t answer the question but continued to voice his doubts.

If they truly wanted to release all those restless spirits, they would need many high monks and Daoist masters to hold a grand ritual here for complete liberation. For now, they could only let the spirits depart on their own. No one knew how much karmic debt that evil priest had accumulated.

In the end, Ning Xue yawned, about to slowly lay her head on Ning Yue’s shoulder and fall asleep.

The music reached straight into the soul—simple yet gripping, pure and clean, truly mesmerizing.

Looking at the Hawk-Eye puppet now, it was unclear what had happened, but its eyes suddenly sharpened, as though endowed with the power to see through everything.

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“If you won’t tell me, I’ll ask Granny Du,” Li Shaojie grumbled, then flopped onto the lounge chair, pouting as he tapped on his phone.

Moreover, the male protagonists in the story all lived into middle age. He wasn’t confident about that—he thought he might not even reach middle age and could die young.

After a long pause, the shock faded from Chen Xuantong’s face, but his eyes remained wide with disbelief. He squinted fiercely, his gaunt hand clenching into a tight fist, a glint of ruthlessness flashing in his gaze.

Perhaps it was the childhood separation and their first encounter years later in the imperial palace of Jiang Kingdom. On that night, under the brilliant fireworks illuminating his life, love began.

Chen Zheng suddenly rose from his seat. Upon seeing Zhao Kuancang enter, he cupped his hands and greeted loudly.

No one saw how he killed Ye Tianlong, not to mention the sect leader’s order and the spatial ring.

The four’s momentum surged to its peak, converging into one as they pressed fiercely against Chen Xiao.

Among them, most had never truly traversed space before. Seeing how in an instant they could be thousands of miles away filled them with awe and strengthened their admiration for their young master.

All of this was almost unbelievable. Even though Die Meng had grown numb to her young master’s “miracles,” at this moment her heart was still deeply shocked and immensely joyful.

Okriton’s words found much agreement among the elders. After all, the dispute between Margo and Hanno had lasted over a month, delaying the battle opportunity. Now, with a large army in hand, further delay would leave the elders helpless.

As the words fell, not only Tai Shan, but Gongsun Bei and Cao Kun also took their stances, preparing to confront Baili Dengfeng.

Over the next year, the exiles kept a low profile. Though their numbers continued to grow, they ceased their military drills, their fighting spirit worn down by time. More sighed in resignation, fewer remained determined to seek revenge.

It had been too long without contact—this was somewhat unreasonable. It would be best to inform Jiao Chengyi. As for whether to help at the hospital tomorrow, Xiao Fei wanted to ask for Jiao Chengyi’s opinion.

After several rounds of wine and a variety of dishes, the fat boss drunkenly went out to relieve himself, only to return holding his head in pain.

From a distance, it was clear it was Li Yi. Tang Mengying’s face flushed again; she hadn’t realized she’d been sleeping on her side, so close to Li Yi’s face.

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Sect Leader Chen’s face darkened with a greenish tinge. Could Luo Hao really speak so disrespectfully to the leader? Chen’s fury surged, ready to erupt.

Meanwhile, Wang Xiang and the others were already stunned, their earlier arrogance vanished.

The sea breeze stirred her hair. Liu Shiyu, dressed in a white dress, resembled a fairy in the wind, her expression serene.

Shen Chongwu’s face remained troubled, perhaps having sensed something. Feeling somewhat guilty, I greeted him, but he quickly approached with surprising speed for someone lame, wrapping one arm tightly around my neck, nearly choking me.

Inside, the two were unaware of the whispered conversation between the two young girls outside—or perhaps someone clearly heard but pretended not to.

“Go with the flow, keep your heart steady, and only by enduring the test can you pass!” At that moment, a pure voice pierced Zhou Yun’s heart, its power surpassing even the elder who taught energy transmission.

“What are you panicking for? I haven’t even made a move yet,” Zhou Yun sneered coldly, thinking, finally you beast have learned fear.

He didn’t care what they were saying. Wang Chen kept his gaze fixed on the child hanging on his leg, who stared back at him.

The second floor’s layout was completely different from the third. The third floor had only a long corridor with rooms opposite each other on both sides.

Feng Aohan heard the entire conversation among the three. Smiling, he left the mountain’s base. The three planned to apologize to Feng Aohan, but as he unleashed his killing intent and ran south, they rushed out of the forest, only to find Feng Aohan had already vanished.

Now, she suddenly wondered if Qin Lang in his past life looked just like this at the moment of his death.