Chapter 45: With an Ulterior Motive

Gu Yu handled everything with remarkable efficiency, and he had a capable friend to assist him.

Before long, they had transformed the small back room, even thoughtfully partitioning it with a cloth curtain. This way, aside from the sleeping area, the mother and daughter had a modest space to move about.

Moreover, his friend was extremely enthusiastic, bringing along everyday necessities such as a hot water kettle, a spittoon, bowls, and chopsticks for Mrs. Cao and her daughter.

He even noted that the small room was poorly lit and suggested opening the rear window, mentioning he knew someone who could install new windows.

"What’s the plan then?" An Yun smiled brightly, her large eyes clear and bright like a mountain lake, fixated on him.

“Fei, what they’re speaking now isn’t Vietnamese but Wu dialect. Has the Yue Kingdom truly vanished?” Perhaps only someone like Mao Qiang, who inherently held a strong sense of territorial identity tied to the lordship, could feel such sorrow. An Yifei found it difficult to grasp that sentiment and could only offer comforting words as she gently held her hand.

The shocked royal youths watched as Annie and her two companions swept past them like a sudden gust of wind, their hearts skipping a beat.

“The Light of Millet dares to rival the sun and moon? What a joke!” King Qin looked disdainfully at the Blue Star tribe’s assault. Without making a move himself, a transparent shield instantly appeared before him. All attacks launched by the Blue Star people struck the shield, making not a single ripple—it seemed as though the shield absorbed everything entirely.

The seal no longer pulled him inward. Without that force dragging him, he began to feel his body falling steadily. At this moment, he knew he would see Lu Xia once more. Yet, why was Zuo Junlin falling back down with him? If not for Zuo Junlin’s presence, he would have thought the ending far more perfect.

Seeing Liu Tianhao and the six elite warriors so eager for battle, even planning to delay their lunch, Lü Bu naturally had no objections. If Liu Tianhao wanted to fight, then so be it; how could one improve without actual combat?

After all, this was a side hall, not a place anyone could enter casually. Everyone who came had to undergo multiple layers of registration. For the elders of the Divine Slayers and Emperor Ling to obtain the list of all attendees inside the venue was as easy as turning their hand.

Bai Yu nodded gently, then bowed slightly to Lin Da and the others before turning and leaving the hall.

“Remember, when you go, bring along a few jars of Dragon and Phoenix Pure Drunkenness; Kang Cheng likes that!” Cai Yong added as a final reminder.

Upon exiting the secret chamber, they discovered that the Gu family members within the forbidden zone no longer struggled or transformed under duress. They lay quietly on the ground, all collectively lifeless without exception.

Qin Aobin recalled that when Xia Mo’er ran out, a man in black had pursued her. He was stuck here and couldn’t escape, but with a sudden surge of resolve, he darted toward the shadowy figure.

The knowledge transmitted through spiritual power felt as though Qiu Xuan had memorized it long ago; with just a slight thought, he could understand the content it contained. Qiu Xuan sighed inwardly, marveling at the power of spiritual transmission—it was as if the information was etched deeply into his mind, impossible to forget.

“For Doyle!” all the knights shouted, swiftly cutting down the two monsters blocking their path.

For some reason, upon seeing this resting room, she felt an unusual warmth—as if it were a home.

“In rescuing Niece, we’re definitely on the same side, but in other matters, I can withdraw at any time,” Barret shrugged.

When he heard the word ‘jianghu,’ he finally reacted, blinking and fixing his gaze on her. Jianghu was a dream he shared with his close friends. Was she playing?

The dawn broke exceptionally early. When Su Nian’an awoke, she was already alone, yet the room was filled with his scent—the scent she had once known best.

Qin Muchen smiled warmly as he glanced at the others, holding Su Nian’an’s hand as they passed through the crowd and entered the office.

“Thank you, brother...” Su Mo couldn’t help but feel a warmth in her heart upon hearing those words in such a moment. It was as if her cold, frozen heart had suddenly been infused with warmth—a truly ironic sensation.